The mist that hangs

The mist that hangs

In the park where I've been jogging lately, since I started to care a little more about being alive, there seems to be something.. different. I'm at my keyboard trying to think of a category for it, or at least something to say I think it might be, but I just don't know. Every time I think I have a possible explanation, my mind decides that can't be it either. Having said all of that I'll just put down what happened.

I've been jogging and playing tennis a few times a week at this park for a couple months. It's right across the street from my place, has a running path, tennis and basketball courts, and those work out stations they have for sit ups, pull ups, etc. A lap around the park is .48 miles.

At around .35 miles, or near the nine on a clock looking from the top, it always seems colder. There are hedges on both sides of this part which could explain it, but not quite, it's a lot colder there than anywhere else in the park.

The coldness there first struck me as strange a few weeks ago when I finally geared up right and wore a windbreaker with sweats underneath; even then as I jogged this part I felt instantly cold then fine again as soon as I passed. Not normal. My body heat and clothes shouldn't have allowed such a quick drop and regaining of body temperature. I thought it was strange, but then hey, it's the next day already and not much to be done about it, I think you've had the feeling.

After tonight though I don't think I should jog in that park anymore. I don't think anyone should jog in that park anymore.

A few things happened all at once, my jogging partner threw his back out so we've skipped a few sessions, my car has been a problem which takes up time, and my electricity was shut off for nonpayment and my house is dark. I decided I should go work out.

Thermal and Tshirt, sweatpants, shoes and short socks, fine for a normal night but not a cold night. I run the first lap, it was cool but I felt fine, blood was flowing. I got to the cold spot, not only extra cold tonight but a mist was there between the hedges. I kept padding through. It wasn't only cold, I got the chills, like the 'something is off' chills. I passed the spot and made another round, stopping only for the pushups and slanted pullups.

Reading this, you might think I should have cut the workout short but I wasn't reading a story, I was out for a jog; I just brushed it off and kept going. The next time around I got to the cold, the mist was thicker, I seemed to be going slower. I was still jogging but the scenery just wasn't passing by as fast. The mist droplets seemed bigger, and they weren't just hanging in the hedges, they were filling the air around me.

Time went from what I've known my whole life, to what would be almost a complete stop in comparison. I noticed the mist wasn't just some random cloud but was in spirals and forms like a universe, or even a lot of universes. It seemed like I had plenty of time to look from one spinning galaxy to the next, and then down to little clusters of drops. I watched them spin and circle around and then go from being water droplets to having color.

Red and yellow suns, Blue green and brown planets around and between them, and grayish debris passing here and there. All of this in the most tiny miniaturization. I couldn't compare the size of my eyeballs to even the largest droplet, the same eyes I was looking at them with would be so humongous as to be ridiculous compared with this, but I had that thought just now and not then.

I was gone. There wasn't any me anymore. I could disappear and rearrange or congeal anywhere in this micro-starscape. I could focus in. I could look at a single tiny particle of mist and zoom down to the planet and the culture there, or the war, or the bleak ages between when there was nothing and when there was something.

I felt a pull on my body. I felt my body. I had my body back.

Someone was pulling on my clothes. I was only carrying my keys but someone was trying to get them.

I woke up and yelled 'hey', I stuck an arm out, someone ran off. I still had my housekeys on a shoelace that I take jogging instead of the full set. I was on the ground right there at the cold place. I got up and got home. I was freezing cold, I made a bath that burned my toes and sat in it refilling with hot water for 45 minutes before getting out and dried, and I still felt cold.

Cessation of correspondence

A long time ago in our sense of things, around fifty years ago and for a long time before that, was correspondence. Now there is instant communication anywhere on the planet, anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, except maybe the Everglades, or the Himalayas, or the forests of Guyana, especially near the waterfalls.

A freaky occurence happened, or happened a freaky occurence, I can't remember which, but anyway the result was that it all changed. At least it seemed it did. People still alive from that time said that even before it felt quite the same but everyone else was sure it was different. As different as LA is to one who hasn't had any need to go more than maybe 50 miles from his country home, and that was only once.

Time passes so slowly-quickly

I feel so healthy-sickly

feel like a cactus mellow

feel like a pillow prickly

I can't explain

the frame of reference is strained

It'll all just stay the same

til perspective is gained

I'm just sayin its plain what remains

some one sane must grind the grain

and be there to explain the stain

please refrain

from steppin with your muddy feet

on the carpet

steppin with your muddy feet, muddy feet

steppin with your muddy feet

on the carpet

steppin with your muddy feet, muddy feet

steppin with your muddy feet

on the carpet

lofty heights in the stratosphere

blast of stardust dont get near

or disappear into your fear

an example, no more beer

all yeast is dead

no more leavening no bread

resort to rot whisky instead

those were the days my friend turned red

She looks at me across the counter

more touch there than many hours

spent in pressured wondering stare

does she see what goes on there?

Probly seen it all before
what a bore must be a chore
victim of the focused beam
success ain't all that it seems

Eat your greens, drink your bread
what the world should be instead
very clear through gleaming glass
excercise and maybe fast
you might last until at last
the writ was wrote and graded passed

A finnish folk song or three (Finnish Medley)

Posted here for your pleasure are three traditional Finnish folk songs woven into one and wearing full metal garb, done by one of my favorite bands; Ensiferum:

The song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZKcyYKkwUA

Translation:Jo Karjalan kunnailla lehtii puu, // The tree is blooming on the fields of Karelia
jo Karjalan koivikot tuuhettuu. // The Karelian birches are getting thicker
Käki kukkuu siellä ja kevät on, // You cockoo is cockooing and it is spring
vie sinne mun kaihoni pohjaton. // Take my endless yearning there.

Ma tunnen vaaras' ja vuoristovyös // I feel your danger and your' mountain range.
ja kaskies' sauhut ja uinuvat yös' // and the smoke of your burnt land and your sleeping nights
ja synkkäin metsies' aarniopuut // and the primeval trees of your forest
ja siintävät salmes' ja vuonojen suut. // and your looming inlets and the mounths of the fjords.

Siell' usein matkani määrätöin // My journey is oft there without a goal
läpi metsien kulki ja näreikköin, // through forests went, bushes
Minä seisoin vaaroilla paljain päin, // I stood with a bare head on the hills
missä Karjalan kauniin eessäin näin. // where I saw the beautiful Karelia ahead of me

Terve, metsä, terve, vuori, // Hello, forest, hello, mountain
terve, metsän ruhtinas! // Hello, the prince of the forest
Täs on poikas uljas, nuori; // Here is a noble boy, young
esiin käy hän, voimaa täys, // He comes forward, full of power
kuin tuima tunturin tuuli. //as the severe wind of the fjeld

Metsän poika tahdon olla, // I want to be a son of the forest
sankar jylhän kuusiston, // hero of the gloomy spruce copse
Tapiolan vainiolla // on the fields of Tapiola
karhun kanssa painii lyön // I wrestle with the bear
ja mailma Unholaan jääköön. // And the world shall be forgotten

Ihana on täällä rauha, // The peace is here wonderful
urhea on taistelo: // Brave is the fighting
myrsky käy ja metsä pauhaa, // Storm is coming and forest thunders
tulta iskee pitkäinen // The fire strikes long
ja kuusi ryskyen kaatuu. // and a spruce falls down loudly

Translation by our hero that calls himself denizkizi, here is the original

http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/nordic-countries-lyrics-translation/32548-finnish-to-english-translation-please-2.html

Here are some non-metal versions:

Karjalan Kunnailla

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ay9RNAx-Qs

Myrskyluodon Maija

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEzwRbxTdA0

Metsämiehen Laulu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9r1sGEXBno

~fin~

Short history of the universe - A Dream

Short history of the universe

I went to sleep after a meditation where I purposely directed my thought in a certain direction. I meditated until I lost count, then when I got to that point, I injected the question:

Tell me how we came to be as we are now?

I went through those doors, slept, went where the conscience finally has a chance to sit one out.

I was then in an orbiting vessel, lots of big glass windows to look down at our earth

The alien was Exedore of the Zentraedi from Robotech, in the series he lived a long time because his spine was damaged and he couldn't do the one job available, war. he became valuable for having been around so long, and being able to remember. It didn't have to be him though, in the dream he plays the role of the tour guide, the narrator.

He told the history while I watced videos projected into my mind as if I was there, except edited. I could see the war from 'before'. there was a universe teeming with life 'before'. Before the last time all life was extinguisitd.

There were a few major races, yes some had the human configuration, but what difference?

They raced as fast as they could into technology, every race was threatened, it was dominate or perish. Weapons of war to tear open the fabric of reality.

The most tech savvy race, their name lost to history, created a planet sized robot being; a storehouse of all their learning, and they loaded it with all the samples of their discoveries. Only it would remember their name.

A Robot planet, sentient, more so than most of the organic life at the time. Jvh1 could learn, do its own research, and live essentially forever off of resources it could gather anywhere it chose to go.

There were laboratories inside it's self, it had probes it sent out to the distant specks to see what they were. It had armies of non thinking drones that kept it maintained.

It was the pinnacle of technology at the time of the last war, and it was the only thing that survived it.

Time passed. And passed. It floated out there, occupied with research and exploration for a time that we organic types wouldn't want to consider.

No one was alive in the known universe, and no evidence yet found of a multiverse.

Eventually, it made up it's mind that it should repopulate space, to the degree that it even felt responsibility for the task, a sort of patriotic sense of duty where the state is life itself.

Inside its labs it worked on two main projects. the first was a spore of life that could be placed on almost any planet and adapt. The second was a pre-designed race of hive minded creatures to take the spores to the distant reaches; these did not have the opportunity to adapt. We are a result of the first, the commonly reported 'communion' style aliens are of the second type.

In all of this was also a side experiment, to create perfect, or maybe to some 'holy' individual samples of life.

After some time the numbers started to come in, some planets never created a single holy being. We earth dwellers are lucky that our fertile planet created some 27 of these beings early in its existence. Because of this, the buzzing bees that were of the 2nd type previously mentioned were assigned to watch here for more, and even though we don't seem as promising now as we once did, this project has been given the 'green light' to continue.

Which is why we haven't been left to fall into the sun and we continue to survive today, the cartoon alien tells me.

Bad Karma Butterfly

Happened to a friend of mine on friday, he doesn't want to attach his name.

Transcribed by me as told by a friend.

I was riding back from lunch on a nice sunny day, It was 12:20, and had to get back by 12:30 so I was riding kind of fast, and I just smoked a bowl. I was on a nice street somewhere in Hollywood near my work. I had just finished a Dr Pepper and rolled by a trashcan and dropped it in, I kept riding..

I had a syrupy taste in my mouth and had to spit, so I turned my head to spit in the grass, as I spit, a butterfly flew up beside me and ran straight into the spit. He fell into the grass, flopped there covered by a big gob of syrupy spit of doctor pepper.

What are the chances? what would you do? would you go back and wash him off?

someone specific

sometimes a character is well drawn

and sometimes one is in color

in a black and white and blurred world

Like a vertigo scene in the movies

the elements coalesce

focus happens next

All these at once, good luck

a snarky comment

who gives a fuck?

but I don't want aesops grapes

I want to reach

and taste

2

soon it will be 3

i didn't write it, it was just there

Crocodile tears

just can't win

trust in him

he's our guardian

forming planets

but there are cracks

put there by one

who somehow lacks

we look at each other

we like what we see

cant trust you

if you don't trust me

the oceans foam

needs the turmoil

what is it

that makes the blood boil?

missed the bus

or was it the boat?

stormed the castle

fell in the moat

met a friend

a crocodile

chewed my bones

on the bottom of the nile

deja vu

I followed the directions
stumbled sometimes
but mostly flew right past

just got a fish
and try my best
to have a gas

guess it was the right place
wrong time
the story is as old as bread

still did the time
but it was the wrong time
shifted so they said

I smiled and shook hands
others scowled
no one noticed the difference

slide?
rather stay inside
air conditioned

who cares,
the sun is out there
breath is out there
kites and hammocks

die tomorrow if I shed those tears?
but maybe
more likely to happen here

die in the sun
shrivel like a mummy
die in the dark
who knows what gets you

look at those clouds
in a polarized view
twist it
so it looks right to you

Do whatever you want
no one will remember
but you
in your deja-vu

miserable things

the only way to be rid

of the miserable things that are hid

in the cut of your jib

is to make yourself mis-errable

so terrible

they pop out of the lids

scurry with their kids

to where the weather is bearable

For your consideration

A little mental excercise, you will have to actually read the article for this to work.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Society_of_the_Spectacle

connect to the collective

Saw a connection

2nd time writing this cause i deleted the stupid thing, the first one was clearer, apologies.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cetbFN4NvmM&feature=related

Gym shooter guy, total loser, not because he was a total loser but because he took it out on others.

Weapons are for defense in this supposed age of reason. That includes knives, guns, your fingernails and your bite. Just because someone doesnt fit your picture, doesnt mean you get to kill them, I'm talking to you here abortion doctor shooters.

Said it before but:

We are these crazy little creatures with noses and opposable thumbs, and other features... on a ball of mud, floating around a fireball somewhere in a void

let's try to make the best of it, can we?

We're doing private armies now. Really? we're doing that now and it's ok?

I'm just as guilty for not showing up at the federal building with a sign, but what will that do?

Instead I'll blog and ask you to listen to the lyrics in the song above, I heard it for the first time today and noticed that the lyrics are painfully close to what that guy seemed to be on.

Alienation isnt new, the desire to hurt and kill isnt new. Apparently empathy is new to a lot of people though.

Here is a quick breakdown: if the pain in their eyes isn't something you would like someone to see in yours, then stop it. Right now. Or I will feel justified in labeling you an 'other' and call for your torture.

Saturday

I dont want to go outside

its a saturday

and they expect so much from me

worked all week for the weekend

maybe i'll go take a picture

or end up sleepin

Run around in a field

have a heart attack

take off monday

go to the top

where the view is nice

pay just enough for a drink

the food is good but the lines are long

I'll only eat half

but the good half

someone will call with problems

ill have the answers

and the day keeps going

the wavelength will shake

spike and flatten

hope it flattens when I need to sleep

my digital GF is there

and my freezer is keeping my food cold

who's gonna mow the laundry?

33 is on RR

I should pick a number too

the answer picked 42

mind is here and i am there

tomorrow will be flipped

shin-cha and fish will help

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

4th grade, El Rincon Elementary.

Mornings started with all students lining up on the blacktop by class number, all of the classes would get roll called then go in.

One fine morning, this one kid wouldn't get in line and kept running around, joking, etc.
His name was Sam Krause.

His teacher came out and was not able to get him to stay put for some time, by the time she did, she was pretty pissed.

Now face to face, she yelled loudly at him "Who do you think you are?". All was quiet and all eyes on the scene.

With righteous indignation I had never seen before, he faced her down and loudly replied "I'M SAM KRAUSE"

The entire school erupted in laughter for the next five minutes. Teachers were even laughing.

From then on, I greeted him with 'Who do you think you are'. Other people did too, but no one held it out for as long as I did.

I saw him at some store at around age 25 and repeated the greeting, in the same tone and inflection used by the teacher 15+ years earlier.

He replied "yeah, real mature Ricky". We didn't do much catching up.

*bonus: a quote to go along with the story:

"If it is your duty to croak like the toad, then go ahead! And with all your might! Make them hear you!"~ Louis-Ferdinand Celine

(note: I had to include Sam's name or this story would not really work, normally I would avoid that, forgive me Sam)

Butt Biter 4x4

I was in 1st Grade. Ms. Nahoum was my teacher, it was my 2nd year of Spanish immersion, and school happened at El Rincon Elementary in Culver City.

I got dropped off for school early because my parents had to work, there were other kids in the same predicament so we would wait around outside the room. One morning there, I was looking in one direction and another kid came up behind me and bit me on the ass cheek! He was actually kneeling down and snuck up and bit me on the ass!

I was revulsed and said something like 'what are you doing?'. I was freaked out so after going off on him I just tried to stay away. He knew he fucked up and was apologizing and saying that his dad did that when they were playing; apparently it was new to him that this wasn't normal social behavior.

I told one of my friends about it, and once it was decided that I did no wrong, we proceeded to make fun of him.

At that time, there was a commercial for some toy 'off road' type cars that probably played a lot during Gi-Joe:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I4rgcXfUtc

http://www.ilovethe80s.com/toys_toys_roughriders.htm

The jingle in the commercial was "Rough Riders, 4 by 4, you can try to stop 'em.."

So he became "Butt Biter, 4 by 4..."

I can't say for sure which one of us came up with that one, but what a gem.

This caught on as the story got out, and lasted for some time.

My homeless nemesis

There is a crazy homeless guy that usually hangs out at the Hawthorne exit on the 405 south, I get off there for work. A few weeks ago he was blocking traffic and waving his arms around and generally harassing people. He was harrassing the car in front of me and I was not in a good mood, so I yelled at him to move out of the way. He got MAD!

He came over and started screaming obscenities at me, "fuck you" and "I dont need to move" Etc. I just stared at him and asked what his problem is, then when the cars started moving I took off.

So this morning I'm driving down the offramp and his crazy ass is there again, he has two big bags of trash and is about 20 feet away from the offramp. He sees me and immediately drops the trash bags and starts walking towards my car screaming at me again. Says something about 'You want someone to pick up your fucking trash for you?!" (no i don't dump trash there, I have no idea what he meant) and then some more obscenities. then he says: "Thats a cheap car".

Fucking bum telling me I have a cheap car!!

Apparently I am on this guys shit list now and he is going to be looking for me. Any suggestions on what I should do? I am thinking of bringing a camera and getting some footage of this loon, that will really piss him off and is totally legal.

On the real though, maybe it's time for a new car.

Daisies

Daisies love the sun and breeze
Mushrooms prefer the stagnant and damp
So different yet both thrive in manure

OG by RB at 1:33

"The Suicide Loop" - a nightmare I had

A dream/nightmare I had a few years back:
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I am in my apartment playing Drakan on my computer; the floor is on fire and is burning slowly away, revealing another floor a few feet below. I keep playing the game and mostly ignore the burning, walking around it if I need to get up for something.

I had two neighbors in the dream, guys in their early twenties like I was at the time. LA white boy types. They came over to hang out, they both had antlers (like deer antlers) and they had hair that had been battered and deep fried, which stood up as if they had been upside down when they fried it. It looked like deep fried dreadlocks sticking straight up.

They put the TV on and said I should watch the show they put on, it turned out to be a 'Tales from the Crypt' type of show, but it was more like 'tales from hell'

The show opened with a pretty girl of around 13 years old, she was an ice skater that was training for the Olympics. She was under a lot of pressure and was stressing out. She had gotten a hold of a revolver (chrome) and was really stressed out about training all the time. She takes the revolver and shoots herself in the head, committing suicide.

In the next scene she is back to being alive and is relieved, she says something about not wanting to kill herself and that it was an accident. After a minute or so, she has the revolver in her hand again as if it just appeared there. She freaks out and says she doesn’t want to kill herself but she slowly starts pointing the gun at her head again, she is not able to control it. She again shoots herself in the head.

In the next scene she is sitting on a couch with her mom, they are both crying about her having killed herself, she tells her mom she won’t do it again and that she wishes she never did it, her arm is around her mom and suddenly the revolver is back in her hand. With her hand reaching around from the other side of her mom she again shoots herself in the head, not able to stop herself from doing so.

The scenes start getting shorter and shorter, each time she comes back to life, she has less time until she kills herself again. Also each time she comes back to life her eyes look more exhausted and droopy, and her mouth starts to twist into a sick looking smile or grimace. Each time she looks more and more terrible, which is extra disturbing because she was such a pretty girl. This might have been the worst aspect of the dream.

She keeps coming back to life in different places, like around the house, or the park, and she realizes what happened just long enough to realize she will kill herself again. She always ends up with the gun in her hand and is not able to stop herself from shooting herself. One of the times she is in the shower, and another version of her jumps into the shower with the gun, shoots her, and then shoots herself.

Her face at this point is bone white and twisted into a masklike visage with droopy exhausted eyes and a sick unnatural grimace; she is now coming into existence and killing herself faster and faster until it is happening several times per second.

The camera pans out and shows that there are now many copies of her, dozens at least, popping into existence and killing themselves and each other. This is apparently her private hell. I didn't even realize that until I had woken up and thought about the dream.

As the camera pans out I can see other parts of hell. The only other part I clearly remember was a woman who was made of kitchen appliances like refrigerators and stoves for arms, and her whole body was a convenience store. She was nonstop stuffing her face with food and getting bigger and bigger.

The show ended and the show host said a few words of warning, I can’t remember exactly what he said.

I woke up around that part of the dream.

Some thoughts:

I think the neighbors were some kind of demons visiting me in the dream to show me this. I usually am not all that into demons angels etc. But these guys did seem like they were real 'life forms' of some kind and that they purposely had come to my dream to make me watch that show. At the time I felt very strongly that this was the case. Who would deep fry their hair except a demon?

This dream was very intense and messed with my head for days and weeks after. It freaked me out pretty bad.

"The suicide loop" is a name I came up with later, it wasn't in the dream.

7-up hero

7-up hero

I was in a youth group/dad and son thing at the Y called Indian Guides at around age 8-9. Indian guides was something like a liberal answer to the boy scouts.

A bunch of other dudes from my school were also in it, some of my best friends actually. We went to a campground at a lake (Lake Cachuma?)for a weekend trip. It was a great weekend and I have other memories of it as well, but onto the meat of the story.

Our group of school friends and some other kids we met went off wandering. We ended up trying to climb down a sheer wall overhanging the lake, there was a ledge to walk on and the trail was above. One of our friends sat this one out as he was a bit overweight and didn't think he could do it, he stayed above on the trail.

The rest of us shimmied along the ledge until we got to the point we couldn't go any further, we then discovered we also couldn't get back.

Stuck there clinging to the rock face we started to panic and thought we might die, or at least that some of us would and that it was gonna really suck.

Our hope. Our savior, was our friend above on the trail.

He was holding the sodas though, unopened cold sodas that we brought.

There was a moment then where he had to decide between the sodas and saving us. He looked at the 7-up can in his hand, he looked at us. He had a tough decision to make. Next he yelled out either "FUCK IT!!!" or just "AUUUGGGHHHHH!!!" with huge drama and emotion, and launched a 7-up can into the lake.
He then reached down and proceeded to pull us out of mortal danger.

He could have just put the sodas down.

Also, I clearly remember turning around and seeing the 7-up can splash in the lake behind me and hearing the 'bloop' splash sound.

Thank you 7-up hero!

The Blue LED - Original story

Wrote this a couple weeks ago, strongly inspired by Lovecraft's writings.

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The Blue LED
It was 1:24 when I finally looked at the clock, It must have been around 1 when it, well, when I noticed it.

The only light on in the room was the blue LED on my electric toothbrush in it's charging station. I had made sure that night to block out the windows because I needed the sleep.
How do I start this? Across from the bathroom sink, there is a closet with two full length mirrors as doors. the LED was shining directly into the mirrors. I needed a glass of water so I started to get out of bed. I could see fine in the blue light. I'm not sure whether I even considered turning on the desk lamp.

I saw something moving. The first impression it made was of a large mass of oversize soap bubbles. I sat there looking at it in a daze. Remember, reader, I had just woken up.
The thing was floating in the air about the size and height of where a man's stomach would be if he were standing there, but it was only on the mirror side, about two feet in!
I blinked, I shook my head, I thought at myself 'wake up'. As a lucid dreamer I can wake myself out of a bad dream. Sure enough, I was already awake.

It was still there, in the mirror.

The realization that something was in my room, and that it was real, finally shocked me fully awake. I slowly stood up and moved towards it. Not knowing what to do, I considered getting my pistol, or grabbing my Katana, but I didn't dare take my eyes off of the apparition for fear of not seeing it there when I looked again. Besides, I had always told myself I would be nice to a ghost if I ever met one.

This wasn't a ghost.

It really was some kind of mass of bubbles, each one anywhere from one to five inches across. They moved around with what seemed like independence, but also with a sickening kind of cooperation. I had a brief thought that, at the cellular level, I was like this grotesque thing in that way.

In the blue light it was difficult to distinguish color, but some of the orbs were darker and some lighter, and some few were translucent and shone through like spheres of night sky.

Next is when I came closest to a heart attack. It must have finally perceived me in the room with it because it violently spasmed and some of the larger bubbles turned, or rather stretched, into sharp tentacles lunging towards me. I couldn't say whether it was offensive or defensive, but it seemed more like a reflex than an attack with thought behind it. The longer tentacles came right through the mirror into the room!

I jumped backwards, but I'm sure that wasn't what saved me, they moved too fast for that. The murderous appendages stopped right at the edge of where the blue LED was cut off from direct sight by the bathroom divider wall.

The strange living nightmare stayed there writhing and grasping hatefully at me. In fear and indecision I watched for a second or two as the 'bubbles' seemed to morph into whatever ghastly shapes each one desired to. There seemed to be no order to the thing, except that the smaller orbs formed things like eyeballs and primitive noses, while the larger ones pressed themselves into talons, spikes, fingers, teeth and claws.

The monster was now oozing through the mirror into the room. In horror I watched as different sized globs morphed into likenesses of my own face, but without holes for the mouth, nose, or eyes: as if each piece could become only one thing, or part, at a time.

I laid back and reached over the other side of the bed for the Katana, keeping my eyes on the ghastly abomination the entire time. With the other hand I turned the nightstand lamp on. The latter part was done without thought as the lamp is always in the same place, and I turn it on frequently with no light to see by.

It was almost fully in the room at this point, and seemed to be growing more solid.

The instant the lamp came on though, the fiendish mass let out a terrible bubbling shriek and fled back into the mirror without turning around. The 'cells' facing me seemed to flatten into reptilian scales as it left. The remaining eyes registered a look of pain as it navigated itself out of the mirror image of my room, down the hallway, and out of my sight.

I half laid, half sat on my bed with the Katana finally drawn in the one hand, and the lamp in the other. Which one was more useful was obvious. I dropped the weapon and took up a towel from the floor. Still holding the lamp towards the mirror, I walked over and threw the towel over the toothbrush, which I then unplugged.

Nothing else happened that night, I left the nightstand lamp on and sat by it until morning.
Those hours that I sat there awake I came to understand what brought it through. It was the blue LED.

The desk lamp was a cheapie, from Big Lots or Marshalls, the box said it was close to natural sunlight.

The next day, I went through the house and used a nail to gouge the blue LED's out of all of my electronic devices.

The toothbrush still works fine.

Childhood story as promised..

Here is one of the short personal stories I've started writing, this one is about a bad day

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One of the first shitty days I can remember.

First or second grade. (age 6-7)
At El Rincon Elementary, there was an afterschool 'hut' where kids with two working parents or nowhere to go would have supervision until they got picked up. It was actually pretty cool, we would play connect 4 and uno, and the adults were volunteer college students or something. They weren't the regular grim school staff.

There was a rainstorm one day. It happened to be on a day that the hut was closed, I don't know why. Normally there would be 10 or so kids there but today, no one. not one person.

I wasn't able to get in the hut, so I waited around the back under an awning behind the building. I realized that I couldn't be seen there and so I had to go back out and stand in the rain. It was really pouring hard, not some LA drizzle, and it was cold (for a Californian).

An hour passed standing in the rain.
Another hour passed standing in the rain.
no Cel phones then
Another hour
Another

My parents each thought the other one was going to pick me up that day and went out on other errands (I guess when they got home there was a 'where's Ricky? I thought you.. but I thought...).

I got picked up at around 7:30, I think we got out of school at 2:30
5 hours standing in pouring rain wondering if I had been abandoned, drenched to the bone.

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OK, that was it, please comment if you enjoyed it, or thought it sucked, or enjoyed that it sucked.

Also I please let me know if you would like to post a story here. If you are too lazy to write it down, I might transcribe it for you provided it is an interesting or entertaining story. The only real rule will be that this has to be your story, not a retelling of someone elses. I might make an exception if you are telling the story of a deceased person and feel the story should really be preserved somewhere.

OK, back to work

Thank you for reading

RB

Good morning

Hello reader and welcome to my blog.

I had a thought, and decided it would make an aight first post. Not a great one, but aight. Something is better than nothing or so the theory goes.

The plan for this blog is to post personal takes on really funny, strange, paranormal, or otherwise interesting things that have happened to me or you. No third party writing, you had to be there.

Also another section I would like to feature: funny, humiliating, heroic, sad, memorable, fight, injury, and other stories from childhood. I have about four of these written and will post at least one tomorrow.

An inspiration:

http://patheticgeekstories.com/

(click on the archives, this will take up 14 hours of your time at work over the next week or so)

Without further ado, here is the thought of which I spoke:
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Random proposed laws

First one:

if you vote, you should be given a press-pass style demonstrators pass, which would allow easier granting of public licenses for venues, etc. to hold protest rallies, public discussions, etc. You would never have to disclose who/what you voted for. The idea behind this is to drive up the percentage of voters and at the same time give everyone a way to call bullshit on protesters that don't at least try to use the system first.

Verdict: nope
This one is a bad idea mainly because it might/would eventually diminish non-voters 1st amendment rights.

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I am considering starting 'Random proposed laws' as a section as well. Keep it simple: propose a law, decide whether it should be passed in the 'verdict', other people can add their verdicts in comments. Maybe a voting system?

Should I? Should I continue this blog? Should I even bother to get out of bed in the morning?

Speaking of which, I should go to sleep.

G'night
RB