See, this explains the strange sounds and voices people hear inside the sound is bleeding through from other locations, other iterations of the same hallway. It's in different places, but also in the same place. So this house is like that photon particle. But the book is in my car so you'll just have to bear with me. There's this whole example, if you had a guy who didn't know what a camera or TV was, and hadn't seen a fish before, and you set him down in front of two monitors each focusing on different angles of the same fish, his kneejerk conclusion would be that there are two separate creatures somehow behaving as a unified pair. I picked up a science book the other day called The Holographic Universe, and Talbot (the author) talks about the phenomenon of this decaying photon particle, and how when it decays it suddenly seems to be in two places at once, but really it's just the way we're perceiving it, with the tools we're using, that gives it that illusion. They share some sort of space, in some way. The old line about the greatest trick the devil ever pulled.Īll right. It gets its next victim that way, and prevents the truth from becoming so widespread and accepted as to blow its cover. Skepticism and curiosity, a dangerous duo. I'm to the point that I think the reason something this horrific continues to spread is the power of human denial. You'd have to be crazy to take this all in and convince yourself 'Yeah, it happened, and it will continue to happen.' So, the problem with this whole mess, with Andrew and Mark and Danielle and who knows how many others, the problem is it's crazy. Time for a long rambling post full of tangents and disturbances, starring an ensemble cast of the horrific little thoughts that have been collecting in the back of my mind since September. It's been a long day, I'm buried in more email, and I've had two glasses of wine. I want to be able to put a stop to this madness, to expose or explain it, and that may require going inside and facing the madness. If, given the chance, we can enter the house, I'm undecided. I think we're going to go over tomorrow, middle of the day, and confront the man. I called Cameron as soon as I got to a place where I had a signal again. Not sure if the gate had a plank missing, it was too dark. The lights weren't on but I could see it well enough under the streetlamp. Some of the stop signs had no street labels. I had gotten lost after taking too many zig-zags, chasing after tail lights. I have Mapquest open in another window right now, I'm narrowing it down, trying to recognize familiar names. I had no idea where I was, no way to write down the street names. I thought I saw a pickup take a right on a residential street and followed. Then I got stuck at a light at the Northridge med center and lost him again. There was some heavy traffic there, and for a few minutes I couldn't see the pickup, but I found him again as we passed Victory. We stayed on the freeway all the way to the 405, where he merged north, for the valley. He drove north on Highland and entered the 101 westbound. If he knew my car, it would've been harder to identify at night. It was night and I felt that I could follow at a reasonable distance without drawing much attention. I don't know if I was just fed up, or suspicious, but this time I followed him. I got home from work at about 7pm, and saw Sweatsuit Man driving out of the alley, in his pickup. I don't see how you would check here before checking voicemail, but just in case, call me. Jen! Where are you, and why haven't you answered your cell? Posted by Eric at 10:19 AM 248 comments Saturday, October 30, 2004 Jen, I'm guessing you had to recharge your cell overnight or something. Well, that makes it easier to keep an eye on each other. The main objectives of this trip: 1) Confront Sweatsuit Man, find out who he is, and 2) document the house, including address info. An outside perspective will do me good.Ĭonnie won't be back from her mother's until about 4pm. I don't know either of them, but I guess the more the merrier. We may have two more coming with us, two friends of Cam's who're along for the ride. And lastly, it's not like he's going to unload a clip into the drywall. If we need to involve police, the firearm will make things look worse. I don't want anyone to get shot today, even Sweatsuit Man, if he's home. That scares me more than anything right now. It's like we're going on some hiking trip. Now and then I glance over at the gear, and chuckle. Swiss army knives with built-in scissors.I already had a few essentials here, mostly electronics. I went to Home Depot early this morning and bought some supplies for the trip. It's not yet noon, but I haven't been able to sleep since last night, and waiting seems pointless.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |