Sanity's Requiem

Sun, 17 Oct 2004 21:56:26 GMT

I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door...

Once for you skin, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.

Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victims.

Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.

Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.

Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.

Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.

Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again."

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints."

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

I was scared out of mind - I wanted to call the police, but I didn't want to get off the phone in case he wasn't really dead - or worse, just playing with me. I sat there, listening to horrible sounds, then silence.

Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.

Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it's been fuy5

WITNESS

Jetcow

Tue, 27 Apr 2004 20:46:39 GMT

This journal has been silent for some time now, because my blogging fun now takes place at www.jetcow.com

However a quick look at our referral statistics shows that the higest percentage of referrals to jetcow now comes from this very journal, thank I presume to the jetcow-tpye link over there on the left.

Just thought I'd whore out the domain of a few fine friends and myself once more though. Woo hoo.

So there you go.

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Hey buddy, didya catch a load of the nerd? ............ Pardon me?

Thu, 15 Jan 2004 01:57:34 GMT

47.61904761904762% of me is a huge nerd! How about you?

Excellent!

Big Saddam

Sun, 14 Dec 2003 15:31:51 GMT

Congratulations guys, seriously. And without bloodshed or violence too - nice one.

But when one of the most important US Government press conferences of recent times begins to look like an episode of Jenny Jones, you know there's something deeply wrong.

Sun, 30 Nov 2003 17:10:35 GMT

First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Jew

Then they came for the communists
and I did not speak out -
because I was not a communist

Next they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out -
because I was not a trade unionist

Then they came for me
and there was no one left
to speak out for me

More Tapestry Pics

Thu, 27 Nov 2003 02:04:51 GMT

Woo hoo

I've done a few more tapestry pictures, so here they are. I'll put them behind a cut so as to save on space and bandwidth for people.

A shiny nickel to anyone who can name all 6 movies!

Tapestry Joy

Wed, 26 Nov 2003 23:45:57 GMT

Wooo

I know I said I'd write about my London adventure..... and I will, but when I'm in the mood to do a great big post. For the meantime, I've been playing with a "Design Your Own Medieval Tapestry" program since it was used to great effect by my fellow somethingawful.com forum goons. I thought I'd post a few up as I make them, just for a bit of fun :)

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Wed, 19 Nov 2003 01:28:47 GMT

So Mr Bush is here, in the UK, on his wonderful state visit. Whoopee. You know when you go to a concert, and you're waiting for it to start, you sometimes get that feeling of excitement knowing that the band is right there, in that very building, so so close to you? I have that, but in absolute reverse. Is anyone impressed with him being here? Is anyone going to see him or hear him and think "oh well, he made the effort to come over, so perhaps the thousands of civilain deaths were justified after all"? Bah.

But I'm going with the StopTheWar group on a coach down to London tomorrow at midnight, to join the national protest on Thursday. They're hoping for 100,000 people, and it looks like there might even be more. The difference between this one and the other ones which have come before is that this time the American media will there there in force. They'll be following Bush as he shakes hands and smiles and has royal photo-ops, and even Fox News can't ignore 100,000 people gathered in the city centre. Hopefully some sort of impression will filter back, and show that Blair does NOT speak for all of us over here.

Expect a big review after I get back. Those not of a similar political leaning may wish to avoid that post.

But enough about me.
How are you?

Mon, 17 Nov 2003 01:06:29 GMT

Still not king.

I am very very tired and so I will do a dance for you and it will be the dance of the trees

Sun, 16 Nov 2003 03:03:00 GMT

There was a time when I had nothing to explain
Oh, this mess I have made
But then things got complicated
My innocence has all but faded
Oh, this mess I have made

And I don't believe in god
So I can't be saved
All alone as I've learned to be
In this mess I have made

All the untested virtue
The things I said I'd never do
Least of all to you
I know he's kind and true
I know that he is good to you
He'll never care for you more than i do

But I don't believe in love
And I can't be changed
All alone as I've learned to be
In this mess
I have made the same mistakes
Over and over again

There are rooms in this house that I don't open anymore
Dusty books of pictures on the floor
That she will never see
She'll never see that part of me
I want to be for her
What I could never be for you

But I don't believe in god
So I can't be saved
All alone as I've learned to be
In this mess I have made

Meh

Sat, 15 Nov 2003 00:17:57 GMT

Seem to spend a lot of my time talking to people about their problems. I like doing it, too. I guess you could say I'm devoting my life to doing it, given the education and career choices I've made. I don't mind at all. I like trying to help people, I like trying to figure out what's going on in someone else's head, and maybe even sometimes I'd like to think I can be quite good at it. Or am getting that way, anyway.

But sometimes I just think, what about me? Do I ever look at myself the same way I look at others? Can you spend so much time looking at and thinking about others that you forget about what's going on in your own head? My life has changed so much in the last while, and I can feel more changes beginning even now. I've done some bad things, things I shouldn't be forgiven quickly for. I've hurt people so very badly. But ....... I look around my friends and I see connections. Happiness, relationships, unhappiness, conflict, bonding, maybe even love. I see it all between and amongst people, blossming and dying and interacting. But all the time, I feel just that bit out of tune. Like I'm behind a thin glass sheet, watching these things go on while I can only observe. Part of me wants into that world so much, and part of me fears it. What if I can't function there? Do I deserve to be a part of all those things? Hopes get raised and dashed again, and the games and movies and books to which I devote so much time can only offer so much solace. I guess all it boils down to is, I'm lonely. And I only just realised it. I'm happy as I am I guess, but I want some of that extra wonderful happiness I see in others. I want ...... someone, I guess. I want that thrill. Time will tell.

asato ma sad gamaya

Tue, 11 Nov 2003 01:15:15 GMT

Well I stayed the night at home last night, so that meant I had to make the 40 minute bus trip into University once again. I haven't done that for a long time, usually from the flat it's just a 5 min Underground ride. It made me realise how many people from my course live right near my house though, as two of them got on the same bus headed to the same class and apparently just missed another one. Spooky. I guess. The bus was truly heroic though, in an I'm-surprised-we-ever-made-it way. Every single time it stopped, for example to pick people up or drop people off or just in traffic, the engine cut out. The driver had to turn the ignition each time. I used to drive a car which did exactly that, the difference being that this bus actually started each time. Nothing like stopping at traffic lights in your shitty little car only to find out that you can't drive off when they go green. I don't think that endeared me to any of the people in the queue of traffic behind me.

Ummm, what else? Glue? GLUUUEEEE? No, that wasn't it. Something about robots maybe..... Pusher Robots and Shover Robots. No wait, that involves the Terrible Secret Of Space, and we can't talk about that.

ON WITH THE SHOW!

>dances<

Yeah, Uni was quite fun. I spent a bunch of time in our special magical MSc office type place. It's great, you need a keycode to get in and everything. Makes me feel like I'm some sort of secret agent. But what sort? SHOVING IS THE KEY. DATA :LIES. Ummm yeah so if anyone reading this is around Strathclyde Uni and feels bored, come to room 557 in the Graham Hills building and brighten up my existence. Of course, if you don't feel capable of doing that, don't fucking come.

I jest, of course.

But really, no.

Then it was time to come back to the flat, cook a meager dinner with far less mini bitesize pizzas than I thought we had, have a couple of excellent IM conversations, and then attempt to mark 2nd year essays. I know I get paid for it but my motivation is still zero. Bah. Now I'm not sure whether to play some gamecube or just go to bed. I am not really that tired but I could read a book I guess.

Yeah.

Woo going to see Michael Moore speak tomorrow!
That is all. Goodnight.

:)

Sun, 09 Nov 2003 22:46:33 GMT

It has been requested that mention be made of the fact that there was a hot chick. A hot tesco working chick. And there was. And she was hot. And I imagine still is. I'm glad I could be some sort of protective shoulder from any bad or annoying things that may have tried to come her way.

Just doing my part in the systematic destruction of society.

And stuff.

hay guys whats going on in thi

Sun, 09 Nov 2003 21:37:50 GMT

Oh man, I have not been following healthy sleeping patterns at all recently. There was the massive deprivation of last week's all-night horror movie fest, then the extremely variable calss schedule which means I can't get into a real rhythm, and now the adventures of last night. I was at work, the painfully criminal 6:30am - 5pm shift, when I got invited out that night by some work friends. So home I go at 5pm, and then head back to the store at 10pm to pick up Andy, Gillian, and Gerry. A quickish dive into the city later, with a brief dropping-off-car-at-flat stop, we arrived at the Counting House bar. Now I see what I miss by not going out on popular nights very often. Extremely drunk workmates, and extremely extremely drunk hen-night parties at the next table. Then we all headed off to The Shack, which is a club which really isn't my scene at all but which I thought I ought to bite the bullet and go to. Nice big queue to wait in there was, with lots of "Hmmm I really don't belong here do I" feelings from myself. However, we got in, and it was actually not so bad. Some dancing, some sitting around, some weird apple drinks (a lot of them actually). It was an interesting and amusing night, to be sure.

Anyway when we finally left after OH MY GOD WHERE'S MY JACKET adventures, it was almost 4am. I cunningly walked with Andy and Gillian and Jerry and Jerry's girlfriend AWAY from my flat, thus ensuring an even longer walk back shortly. Oh well, still it's better to be social and hang out with nice people for a little longer than to just run away. But eventually I did bid my farewells and run away, heading back through the city centre in my baggy jeans and black leather trenchcoat just as the streets filled with drunken neds and the like. A swift sidestreet detour and I was back in the rather safer, hippy-ish West End and finally arrived at the flat. By this time I'd been up for about 23 hours, and tiredness was setting in on top of the drain of the night's activities. However, APARTMENT PARTY. Hehe yeah, my flat was host to a different bunch of friends who'd been there all night. So I sat down with them and it was much fun. Luckily I only drank 1/2 a can of Strongbow, because not long after that we realised that the entire 24 pack of cans which my flatmates had bought actually was two months past its use-by date. YUM. Shame they didn't mention that before they drank ALL OF IT. Eventually my body began shutting itself down without my permission, and I went to my room. However, the flat is small and the main sitting-and-talking action was taking place in the square hallway type place to which all other rooms link. Mond was sitting in an armchair which was actaully wedged in my doorway, therefore not allowing my door to close. Since I sleep in only boxers usually, and I didn't really want to expose Donna and Jennifer to the horrors of my near-nakedness, I just collapsed fully clothed on my bed. This was about 7am, I guess. I seem to recall people leaving to catch morning buses at some point, but that might have been a dream. I woke up at 8:30am and actually got into bed, falling back into restless weird-dreamy sleep until like 3pm. Then I got up and moped around the messy flat until it was time to go home to take the car back. One quick drive later and it was home-cooked dinner time, and now since I have an icky feeling of absolute apathy I think I will just stay here tonight. Get the bus to Uni tomorrow and such.

Well I think I'll go now, because I have half-formed angsty emotive thoughs which I kinda was going to write but I'll wait til they're fully formed angsty emotive thoughts :) Maybe I'll save that for a later update, cause I doubt I'll be sleeping any time early tonight....