Quickie update, second time.

Now that I am done watching the Marble Hornets Complete First Season 2-Disc DVD collection, I can give a quick update on stuff.

So I've tried getting responses from "Skye Blue," wiseaufan01, and even Patrick Endelhog's brother (the guy who contacted me in the first place). Nothing.

I tried getting in contact with the police. Nothing.


I haven't spoken to Nathan in a while. He should be getting out of the hospital soon.

Finally, in a bit of Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking... I'm starting to listen to Dream Theater's Train of Thought a lot more. "7" gave me some vibes. I have the feeling the semi-final excerpt was from one of these songs.

ZOMG SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Watching the commentary right now, on Entry #16. I fucking love this.

I'm super happy, so here's what I'm listening to right now. :3

Fire.
To begin whipping dance of the dead.
Blackened is the end.
To begin whipping dance of the dead.
Colour our world blackened.
Blackened.


Opposition.
Contradiction.
Premonition.
Compromise.
Agitation.
Violation.
Mutilation.
Planet dies.

Analysis of "7"

Alright, I've spent a good hour or two listening to "7," getting all the lyrics down. Some parts I recognize-- the second excerpt is from Genesis' "Get 'Em out by Friday," the next from Coheed & Cambria's "The Willing Well," and the next from Mastodon's "Colony of Birchmen." But that next part, and the bookends... they're familiar, at best. It was hard to get the second-to-last one, but I've tried my best.

"They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
Now we're falling.
We are losing control.
This is an announcement from genetic control:
IT IS MY SAD DUTY TO INFORM YOU OF A FOUR-FOOT RESTRICTION ON HUMANOID HEIGHT.
I hear the directors of genetic control
Have been buying all the properties that have recently been sold,
Taking risks oh-so-bold.
It's said, now that people will be shorter in height,
We can fit twice as many in the same building site.
They say it's alright.
Beginning with the tenants of the town of Harlow,
In the interest of humanity, they've been told they must go!
Told they must go..
No one runs faster than you can,
No one runs faster than you,
No one runs faster than you eat,
Into the end with you, into the end with you.
Run, run,
With, with,
Death.
Run, run,
With, with,
Death.
White faces coming closer with every step.
Earth envelopes, taking breath without happenstance.
Carve my teeth out, ripping through the sheep's head curse.
This is the regret that you make.
We're still connected.
This is the regret that you make.
I want my family back.
And there's something you take.
I'm sorry for you, but it's too late.
Mistakes like this, you don't make.
Don't you see anything?
You make some, and they'll get to you...
You don't love anybody.
I gave you money, I gave you a car, I took you in.
It's not okay, son.
But don't that mean something?
A little. No. You can do better.
That's the point!
The goddamn regret.
You deserve to die alone for what you've done.
The goddamn regret!
Don't deny it.
And I'll die.
Now I'll die!
The biggest regret of my life: I let my love go.
I'm your blood. I'm your family.
What did I do?
You're not my family, not anymore.
The fucking regret.
I'm your own flesh and blood!
What did I do?
You know.
What did I do?
They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
They're breaking through...
Now we're falling.
We are losing control."

The second-to-last excerpt.. those lyrics bother me. Why was this sent to me, anyway? What does this have to do with anything?

"7," reposted

Original Video - More videos at TinyPic

Email: "7"

http://tinypic.com/r/ev6kb4/7

I received an email from "Skye Blue." No words. Just a file. This seems to be a follow-up video to the past five.

However, fucking Blogger won't let me upload it, nor will YouTube, so I had to go to Tinypic. >.>

Also, that's the video, up there. TinyPic sucks.

Sorry for the lack of posts.

I have a lot to think about. I'm starting to really dislike life. Goddammit, I really miss..... not being single. .__.


There's that investigation I should be doing, since it would probably distract me from my thoughts. But I can't bring myself to. I mean.. ah. At the very least, I'll list what I can do.

-That ol' flash drive I got a while ago. There's still tons of videos left on it (Though most of them really are more of the same).

-Try to contact wiseaufan01 (remember him?) again. Who knows?

-OH YES, the doctor gave me that paper that says "J. LaBrie" on it, didn't he? He told me to ask around Tesco for him. I need to do that.

Or I can just continue to sit around in bed, lonely and sad. >.>

Owner of a Lonely Heart

..yeah, I'm single again.

A bachelor on the prowl.

A one-man wolf pack.

A.. kid. Without the A.

A lone lamb.. lying down on Broadway.

A brick.. out of a metropolis.

OhgodI'msoemptyinside.

Camera: "6"

This was the final video on the camera.

..yeah, no, I don't get it, either. At least, I don't think...

Camera: "5"

"5" is just plain creepy. o_e

Are you guys hearing what I'm hearing? In the second half of this video? 'Cause.. 'cause if you are, oh my god, I hate this.

And I apologize for the delays between posts. My internet takes forever. -.-

Camera: "4"

Okay, I'm trying to upload the last three. Let's hope my internet will let me.

"4" seems to be something Sam (or whoever the hell that fucking joker was) did while Nathan and I were unconscious.

Movie Magic (spoilers abound!)

I watched the first film in months today. It was Ratatouille. I don't know how many times I'll watch that film, or any Pixar film, for that matter, but that climax will always bring tears to my eyes. I really like films; I like to consider myself an aspiring film buff, so as you can imagine, films can really tug at my emotions. Today, in lieu of some earth-shattering video taken from that stupid video camera, I'd like to offer a list of moments of cinema that have, in the words of Anton Ego... "rocked me to my core."

DISCLAIMER: The following several paragraphs contain what we in the film (and every single other medium ever) industry call "spoilers." If you don't like being spoiled, then you should go play outside.

First of all, we have Ego's review, at the climax of Ratatouille. Ego's a wonderful character. He's the epitome of coolness to me-- slender, pale, reading glasses, dark hair, British/French mixed accent, a high level of critic that can make or break (but usually break) whatever he comes into contact with. There's one particular scene, earlier in the film, in which awkward protagonist Linguini is giving a press conference of sorts. Abruptly, all sounds cease as the doors fling open, and in walks slender Anton, dramatically and swiftly. Every single line given by the critic is poetic and yet harsh. So when the protagonists serve him the eponymous dish of ratatouille, only for him to be so stricken by it that he drops his pen to the ground and stares, mouth agape.. well, you just know something's changed the man. Then we come to the review in question. You do not see Ego directly say it; it is read aloud as a voice-over narration, over gentle shots of Ego pondering out at the night sky of Paris, or over the various protagonists going home and lying in bed, awake. The review contains a reflection on the essence of professional criticism, subtle nods to Anton's sympathy and admiration for main protagonist Remy (perhaps even very small hints of empathy), the realization on the true meaning of the arc words of the film (and by a character who has dismissed the arc words as being ridiculous in quite logical ways), and then even some slips of less-than-formal language (by such a reserved character, this makes it very apparent as to how much the meal has touched him).

All in all, the very combination of all these things, added to the context we've gathered from the film, makes this into one emotional climax.

Eddy's brother. *shudder* In Ed, Edd n' Eddy's Big Picture Show. This is a film I think very highly of. Ed, Edd n' Eddy was, at one point, my childhood. That is, it was nothing like my childhood; I mean I watched the show every day. I loved it, though I hated the violence. I hated how cruel everyone was to the eponymous trio. So when the TV-movie aired, I watched it on my Tivo. The plot was interesting enough: the protagonists are on the run from the cul-de-sac kids, and so Eddy says his brother will save them. However, at some point in the film, you'll notice something is horribly fucking wrong. The trio gets violently attacked, only for Eddy to brush it off and say "I'm getting tired of slapstick." For the rest of the film, there is no more violence like that. Personally, I greatly loved this sudden change of pace, but I just knew there was something terribly wrong with it all. You see, the climax of the film, the scene I am about to tell you of, singlehandedly changes the context of the entire fucking show. So at the end of the film, after almost a whole movie of very little violent comedy, Ed, Edd, and Eddy arrive at Eddy's brother's home. For the first time in the entire show, we see a new character. We see Eddy's brother. And we find out why Eddy fears him, why Eddy acts so mean, why Eddy's acted the way he has all this time, and one other thing I will say in a bit. So they find Eddy's brother, in his 20s (for comparison, Eddy's about twelve). And.. gah. I have trouble even saying it. Eddy's brother beats the shit out of him. As well as anyone who tries to defend him. The cul-de-sac kids stand and watch. Eddy gives his tearjerking monologue as to how much he sucks. Everyone defends him and takes down his older brother, and they all hold hands and accept the Eds into their circle of friends.

Fucking tearjerker. You see, violence is in every goddamn episode, and it's always treated as comedy. When Eddy says he's tired of slapstick, only for there to be no more violence until the climax.. that's the show growing up. That's the show telling us that every single ounce of violence up until now has been playfighting. Imagination. Comedy. Not real violence at all. They do this only to stress the severity of the climax's child abuse. Cartoon Network ended a show by announcing one of the protagonist is a victim of child abuse, then proposing a happy solution. Fucking balls, Cartoon Network. You have fucking balls. I respect that.

Next up, there's "Welcome home, Cobb," at the conclusion of Inception. This movie surprised me in more ways than is even imaginable. First of all, it was the first movie I saw by sneaking into a theater (thanks to my dad, no less). Second, I had amazingly never heard any hype for it whatsoever (so I was not prematurely biased against it). Third, it had a plot that wasn't insanely basic for once (though I seem to be one of the only people in the world who didn't find the plot confusing at all). Fourth, the climax was a good third of the movie. I love that. The climax, the important job the team had to do to, lasted around a full hour. And I fucking loved it. It kept me on my toes for every minute. I could really feel the danger. Then, at the end, when Cobb gets to the customs in the airport, there's a moment of silence with the police officer that just lasts forever. I was so tense. ....then BAM. Stamp. "Welcome home, Cobb." That was the moment the entire fucking film was building up to, you know. And it made me cry to hear those words. TwT

...wow, I got bored and distracted of that easily. I might continue this entry later in a second part.

Oh, what the hell. A couple other scenes that made me cry, whether for good reasons or bad:

In A Clockwork Orange, when ol' whatsisface gets his head held underwater by his former best friends.

Toy Story 3. Period.

Cars, when ol' whatsisface is knocked off the track by Chick.

Four Christmases, at pretty much the first two families. God, I hate them. ._.

....

This is just.. no. This guy's got to be a joker or something, I mean.. really.

Camera: "3"

"3" seems to be the same as "2," but.. not. It's got the same picture progressing into red, the same end picture, but this time, you hear the entire first half of ELP's Aquatarkus movement. As well as some odd background noise.

Will upload more when I get the chance.

Camera: "2"

On the camera are a series of videos, labelled "2" to "6."

"2" is this video. This was the first video I put on the blog. o_o It's the backyard of the house, turning progressively more red, while the start of ELP's Aquatarkus, last movement of "Tarkus," plays. Then at the end, there's a frame that looks like the gate leading to the backyard of the house.

The other videos are a little more interesting.

Baaaaaah.

Nathan and I spoke a lot about what's going on. I apologized for bringing him into this at all, but he told me not to worry about it. "I volunteered. I didn't have to go. Plus, now I get to wear this cool eyepatch."

We agreed that the police must be called, no matter how reluctant I was. So Nathan did the calling, also since he's just plain better at speaking than I am. They said they'd check out the house when they get time to.

Finally, you want weird? The camera's got a lot of new footage in it. I'll upload them when I get the chance; life is really busy now that Nathan's hurt.

God, can't you guys leave me alone?

Look, I fucking know it was a trap. I know that now. There was nothing about the email that straight-out implied a trap, and you know it. I just had a bad feeling about it because it was sending me back to the house. I brought Nathan as backup. I mean.. I get the feeling, if I didn't bring Nathan, I'd be the one with one eye. ..or.. no. I was there to get Sam off him. I'd be dead if I went alone.

You guys are all acting like this is some bullshit horror movie, filled with foreshadowing and.. and symbolism and genre-savvy protagonists. THIS. ISN'T. This is real fucking life. Horror movie logic of "Don't go in there, IT'S A TARP" doesn't work in the real world. The only reason this scenario was a trap was due to entirely coincidental context, information I would never have found out if I hadn't gone.

So I wish you guys would stop acting like goddamn insensitive trolls and try helping for a change. Why is it that you guys go on your little ARGs like BEN Drowned and There's Something in the Sea while offering all this support to fucking fictional characters, yet then you see some real fucking suffering going on and you figure you should troll us? At the very least, don't say anything at all. I know, I could just not post your comments. Well, I'm not insensitive. I keep the comment moderation up entirely to block flat-out insulting comments, or accidental spam that gets through the filter. I'll still post your ever-so-clever satire and what-have-you.

By the way? I'm at the hospital. On my laptop. Nathan's alright, thanks for asking, though his eye is damaged beyond repair. He's resting up now, then we're gonna talk about calling the cops. Whoever the hell is doing all this is going to get in serious trouble. You just don't do that to people, seriously. You just don't.

Oh, and one last thing. I'd love to see all you guys get emails from people asking you to meet up. I assure you, it's not that easy to discern trap from honest request when it's in your inbox. I'd love to see you reply to them with your logic, telling them how you're not going; it's a trap. It's not easy. What if it's not a trap, huh? What if they seriously need your help? What if they want to meet up and help you? Either way, you'll miss out on a good experience and come across as a selfish prude.

..and what if Skye Blue was serious? What if he or she was waiting for me, but Sam-- or whoever the hell that was-- got to Skye first? Shit. I've definitely got to get in contact with the authorities about this.

This is getting serious.

We went back to the house, expecting to meet "Skye Blue." We didn't expect that. I mean, I had my suspicions that something was fishy about this meeting, but neither I nor Nathan was expecting anything that we got on tape.

Once again, I'll talk about the findings in a later post. For now, I'm just.. fucking.. afgwgnadfvdmvgmefijfecvnb. That.. oh my god.

Piranha in the comments, you can go ahead and tell me you told me so, but then again, in light of what happened to Nathan, I think you'd best not. Not yet.

..Nathan's in the hospital as of this upload. His eye is being operated on.

I don't think we're going back to that fucking house. I'm calling the police.

Message from Skye Blue.

I just got this email from Skye Blue. The person is telling me to go back to the house (address removed). Then there's that weird stuff about faucets and rabbits.

I'm taking Skye up on this offer. But I'm bringing Nathan again. Better safe than sorry.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Entry #39 of Marble Hornets has been released.


This is awesome, see. I'm a diehard fan of that series. 8D AND THAT WAS AN AWESOME ENTRY OH MY GOD.

Could it have been better? Of course. Have there been better entries? Quite frankly. Was it still fucking awesome to actually see shit happen? Oh motherfucking god yes.


These guys know a thing or two about horror, yessir, mhm, a-yup.

Proper questions.

After reviewing the footage extensively, I've come up with a number of questions to be made from it.

- How.. but Sam.. she got up! And how? I mean.. we didn't even notice! I was really freaking distracted. >.< This, alone, warrants further investigation.

- Sam looks different. HOW.

- Why the hell was I so distracted?! I wasn't even thinking of anything in particular; I just couldn't stop thinking!

- The front room looked different. For example: there was a fucking Xbox right there. HOW THE HELL... ej9fdesfdjEJIFJNIEF.

- What made that loud bang?

- Something about the records creeps me out. I'm sure there's more to them.

- For that matter, Sam clearly got up and walked out of the room while we were gone. So how the hell did she get back so fast?!

There's something odd going on with that house. It was odd enough that Sam's an American, who lived in the States, so there's absolutely no reason she should be here in a British home that's awfully close by to mine! Now we're finding out this house has more to it than we thought?!

It's just plain.. je9afffji.

I brought Nathan to the house.

I realized that I haven't been to the house in a while. And I never really.. went into any other room besides the front room. So I brought Nathan along again.

Looking back at the footage, I'm startled that we didn't really pay much attention to Sam. And I was really distracted. o_o I couldn't stop thinking, just thinking and thinking. I couldn't word my sentences, and I kept trailing off.

Hell, I'm not even mentioning what was up with Sam. That's for a different entry, different time. I'll tackle one mystery at a time. u_u;

Pond.

There's a pond kinda close to my house. Kinda... and it's actually entirely man-made. Okay, so it's more of a lake. Either way, it was entirely man-made. And I fed some swans. :3 Ain't they adorable?

...well, they are! D:

..wait.

"The Thing That Should Not Be." This has been bugging me for a long time.

The Thing That Should Not Be
Master of Puppets, 1986
Metallica


This song's lyrics popped up in Sam's "EATING ME" notepad. This is a great song from a classic album, and it deals with the tale of Cthulhu. Lovecraft and whatnot.

The odd part is why? It doesn't fit in with the rest of the lyrics in the notepad. It's not prog. There may be some progressive influences in various Master of Puppets tracks, but Metallica didn't dabble with prog until ...And Justice for All. So why were its lyrics featured in that notepad?


The mysteries just pile on and on.

Regarding the so-called "Epping AquaTarkus."

The Battle of Epping Forest
Selling England by the Pound, 1973
Genesis


"The Battle of Epping Forest" is an eleven-minute piece detailing a gangwar between Little John's thugs and Willy Wright and his boys as they battle for gangland boundaries. The story parodies a newspaper story of the times. It starts off with a rather memorable march-styled intro before breaking into what I can only refer to as "the easily-identifiable Genesis sound." This piece details the backstories of the gangs, the battle in question, and the actions of the higher-ups as they watch on. It's a very complex track, very difficult to accurately perform live, and the various voices and accents of the colourful cast make singing it solo just as challenging. ..even though it's supposed to be solo. Peter Gabriel rocks. >w>

Conclusion: It is a weird song; I can understand how Sam might feel strongly against it.

Tarkus
Tarkus, 1971
Emerson, Lake & Palmer


"Tarkus" is a twenty-minute epic/suite telling the allegorical tale of eponymous mecha Tarkus, an armadillo-tank hybrid that kills all in its path. The suite climaxes as Tarkus duels a manticore, only to be bested. However, we get a cliffhanger ending as Tarkus is reborn in the sea... as Aquatarkus! Most of the story is an allegory of war, religion, and.. more war. Musically, we get pretty much twenty straight minutes of ELP at their finest. Some might call this piece "wankery," "a fine example of the excesses of prog rock," and "self-indulgence in musical form." Oh yeah? Well I say fuck you. It's an outstanding piece of work. .w. The final movement, Aquatarkus (starts at 6:18 on the second video), has one of the single catchiest melodies I've ever heard.

Conclusion: No, I don't get how Sam could feel powerful feelings from this epic. Though I guess the concept of a giant armadillo-tank, especially one that can swim, that stops all in its path.. that's a pretty foreboding concept.

Do you still wait for your God?

And the symbol of your faith?

..I gotta admit, I liked that in Topography of Thought, that "post cryptic lyrics and hope it sticks" method. >w> Weathered Crashes picked some classic examples, too.

Anyway, this is sort of an update post. To talk a bit about the goings-on. You gotta admit, whoever you are,  that there's something going on here.

Topography of Thought follows a similar pattern to Fish, Man! and Progression Enhanced, or at least.. it seems to. It's got spam that might not be spam, creepy comments, "The Camper," a lot of prog, and just.. yeah. o.o

Speaking of, in one of those entries, Weathered Crashes gives a description of "the Topographic Ocean." There's stuff like people watching from beyond glass cases, no monsters that can harm you, people speak but cannot be heard, and just.. wow, it's pretty cryptic. Anybody got any idea what the hell Weathered was talking about? I mean, it's like some kinda riddle or something.

..come to think of it, I'm sure the "Topographic Ocean" has come up somewhere else in my investigations.

In other news. Peter Rivers. You're one of my followers. I've checked out your blog, Still Remains Within; you mention all kinds of oddities, one of which was screenshot'd on this very blog due to similarities to the other blogs I'm investigating. You commented on Fish, Man! while it was still operational.

Who the hell are you? Seriously.

Third point. I rewatched the Visit to the Doktor (Genesis reference! 8D) video, and.. I don't get it. What the fuck. There's a tentacle thing, right when I say "psychiatrist!" The whole thing distorts like fuck, and just.. it almost looks faked. Did someone.. no, it's not possible to 'hack' a video when I'm uploading it. ..is it? I mean, just.. it's weird. >.<

We've clearly got something going on here.

Oh, then we have the issue of the paper. Yeah, I've still got the damn thing; no masked fellows have stolen it from my room while looking awfully like Spider-Man. I'm referring to the stuff on the back. "No one runs faster than you can. No one runs faster than you. No one runs faster than you eat." If you'll remember, one of the Topography of Thought entries was that, over and over and over again. So what the hell's up with that?

The tentacled dude on the front doesn't make this shit any easier to figure out. It doesn't fit in with anything else. If it's the slender man, what the hell. Have the tentacles I've been seeing just been his branches? Then what's up with "EAT," all the prog, the water? Last time I checked, slendy wasn't an Eldritch aquatic hipster.

..or WAS he?

No, he wasn't. That was a joke. Anyone got any ideas what I should check out next? Any ideas what the "Topographic Ocean" is? Who Peter Rivers is? What any of this shit means? ..I guess I'll end this the way I began-- lyrics from "In the Presence of Enemies."

My soul grows weaker,

He knows and he waits.

He watches over me,

Standing at the infernal gates.

In the hour of darkness,

The moment I feared has passed.

The moment I lost my faith...

Promising salvation...

My soul is my own now.

I do not fight for you,

Dark Mistress Master.

...My soul ALWAYS belongs to my mistress. >w>

Posts from a fellow lyric-lover, part 2

Okay. Slept. Let's do this.

Let them rape the forest

Got some lyrics from Yes' Tales From Topographic Oceans here. I never could make heads nor tails of that album's lyrics. Some real crazy stuff.

Endlessly falling

Dream Theater's "A Nightmare to Remember," second movement, Beautiful Agony. ..I'd praise the movement here, but the lyrics seem much less.. benevolent coming from this blog. Especially with that comment. "Be my slave to the grave?" I sure as hell hope you're a girl, pal. Otherwise, I don't bend that way. ....sorryjusttryingtolightenthemood

It's eating its way back home

...I spy some "Colony of Birchmen," some "The Return of the Giant Hogweed," but at this point, I don't really.. care. o______o Whafdx.crfdko. I mean. asdo. ...e8rif9jd! D:

The Camper Velourium

I recognize Emerson, Lake & Palmer's "Karn Evil 9." The title is a reference to Coheed & Cambria's In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3. The bottom comment? .....

...yeah, I'm starting to sense a pattern here.

Posts from a fellow lyric-lover, part 1

Uploaded in the order of which they were given to me. Apparently, The Topography of Thought attempts to "travel the Topographic Ocean." o_o

Plants of the sea.

So "Weathered Crashes," here, likes his Genesis. I respect that; I like Genesis, too. Here, Weathered quotes "The Return of the Giant Hogweed" and gets a poetic response. Plus spam.

Untitled.


Uh.. I see some "Colony of Birchmen" (Mastodon) in there, plus random lines and the commenter from earlier. As well as some 'United States' guy.

Crossing the Topographic Ocean

Finally, Weathered actually speaks to his or her audience. He or she attempts to describe what the "Topographic Ocean" is, but.. dude's having a bit of trouble. The description given winds up being pretty cryptic.

Come to think of it, so do the comments.

Best you can is good enough

Here we have... more.. lyrics? That looks like something I've heard, but I'm not sure.

Release me.

Various lyrics from Genesis' The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, and cryptic/spam comments.

First.

I'm not too sure, but these look like lyrics from Radiohead's Kid A. That cryptic guy still comments, as well as someone who's thinking the same thing I am. xD

Run, little rabbit, go hide in the blades of that grass... run, rabbit, run.

....o___o That's... well, it's from Coheed & Cambria's "The Willing Well." Second movement, to be exact. And, uh.. hrm.

Will continue in future entry. Tired. sllee pn.ow

..just kidding. xD I mean, I am going to bed, but.. I'm not gonna go quiet for weeks. >.>

The Topography of Thought

Got an email.

Looks like there's another blog that got taken down. According to this source, its disappearance was awfully similar to the other two I've posted. This person took screenshots because apparently they were told to by the blogger. o_o Did he know what was going on?

The blog's name was The Topography of Thought, and I'll upload the screenshots as soon as my internet stops being a goddamn dick.

Goddamn, I'm relaxed.

I'm thinking of looking into that flash drive again. I'm just so happy, so calm. .w.

Effing beautiful.

So all this time, I've been having to listen to my prog on either the laptop speakers (which seriously utterly suck) or these little external speakers (which are absurdly quiet and utterly suck). But today? I got headphones.

I'm busting them out on Dream Theater's "Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence." I mean, hey. If these headphones can't make a 42-minute epic sound good, then they can't make anything sound good. ..but they do oh my god. They do make it sound good. .W. I've missed this level of sound quality. For so long.

Now I can truly appreciate prog again. Now I can be.. a motherhuggin' prog fan again.

A Visit to the Doktor

I originally had exactly ten videos to upload, but oh my god not even the first one would upload.

So basically, I went to the doctor. You know why. Two entries ago.

I went and I spoke.

The doctor also gave me a rather off-the-record recommendation to go to Tesco and ask around for a man called Mister J. LaBrie. He said this man has been through similar investigations to mine.

I contemplated checking out the alley again, now at day. It's infested with bugs. T______T I am not going in there, not at this time of year.