Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction (testing4l) wrote,
Fashionable, but unable to tell fact from fiction

Well -- there we have it folks.

I promised you all that when boogeyman was done, the secret project would be back on track. And it is.

I made comment last night at game night that we should probably stop having it in Santa Cruz. I've been really tired lately and having it on the other side of the hill would grant us an earlier start.

I've been assembling things in my backyard for about a month. The committee has left a number of nasty posts on my door about the structures I've been building and pointing out "obligations" to the community.

I grew up in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles. I've seen a lot of things over the years and one of the most vibrant periods of my life was hanging out in Woodland Hills during the late 80s. Skateboarding was becoming a thing then and a serviceable one fell into my hands.

For a long time as a kid, I was constantly afraid of doing something that would harm me later in life. This kept me off of roller coasters. It kept me from climbing trees. But somewhere around then, the switch flipped and I realized that you're no better off in later years for having lived safely before that. If you're going to do that sort of industrial grade goofing off, do it while you're young.

I've never believed in growing old, so I'm going to do my goofing off right now.

Last night, I pulled up to the pad late -- it's par for the course for game night. When we drove up, I pulled another one of those damned HOA notices off the door. Whiny little bastards. They're just trying to keep me down. Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitude. I've been ignoring them as the ineffectual dogs they are for a while.

The suits who I've started seeing are a little more worrying. It's funny that they don't actually drive black cars. I wonder if that makes them think they're camouflaged. Maybe the movies all say they drive black cars and trucks because it puts that misconception in everyone's head?

It doesn't matter. Right now, I've been granted an atheist bomb and I'm going to blow it up, not blow it. It's time for the world to hear the noise I'm bringing.

So, yesterday, I got home from game night and finally switched on the Final Project. It's about time.

Last evening, I took a hammer to everything from the Final Project. I burned the notes. Maybe that'll get the feds off my back. I don't know. I don't care. Release from that prison was a strong message to never get caught again. And I won't. Now that I'm out of the bottle, I need to make sure I never get stuffed back into it. Life in that dimension isn't fun for anyone. Even if you're Italian with a penchant for anthropology.

Before I went to sleep last night, I started typing this post. Today's a special day. I hope nothing goes wrong, but I've already noticed events happening. I was sitting here typing and then two hours passed without me having typed another letter or thought another word.

LJ's being weird too. It keeps saying that I'm trying to edit posts too much and that my login session has timed out again. I wish I knew what was happening. Maybe it's time to put up a camera and figure out just what the heck is happening

It feels like I'm missing time. Like the world is being put on hold for a couple of hours at a time and then suddenly context switching back. Would a film make any sense if you spliced 20 of them together, giving each one a little quantum of time? Some film student's probably done that. I don't know. It doesn't matter.

Last evening, I dragged myself up from the car after game night. I'm exhausted again and I don't know what's going on. Moments of my life are disappearing and things that I don't remember are starting to bleed in and color the things I know.

Last night, I finally regained my sight. Having a helmet carry around your optical gear is weird. Hanging out with other people with the same interface is a little like being those three old witches from Greek mythology with one eye and one tooth between them. And it's about as useful I guess.

Last night...well...that was last night. I guess I know who I am, but who the hell are all of you zombies and why are you posting in my LJ?

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