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Posted: October 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

So I won’t post the thing I wrote yesterday tonight. Mostly because I don’t have time to finish writing it and reflect on whether I should post it or not. Still feeling partly like I want to strangle someone for no reason or just curl up somewhere where I won’t bother anyone any more and no one will bother me. It’s more fun to feel angry so I’m going for that and listening to Three Days Grace and A Perfect Circle (TDG has the worst lyrics but it’s enpowering).

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I’m gloomy today.

I wanted to update every day this week (probably not going to) so here’s an update to say that people, my life and the world in general seem to suck. Trying to type up a more elaborate reason on word which I might post tomorrow but is probably just going to end up deleting like always. I wanted to have this part in small font so people could ignore it but I can’t find where I should click.

I take way too many photos on my cell. A lot of them are from messing around with the different anatomical dolls and replicas from school.

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1. This is my school flirt, the skeleton of Henry Cavill.With that jaw you could almost mistake him for Metroman!Photobucket
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2. Me and the skeleton of Henry Cavill flaunting our love.Photobucket
3. This is my secret gay lover, Mira. She’s been parked out in the school corridor over the weekend and I don’t know why.

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4. Mira’s O-face (lots of things happening off-camera in this shot).
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5. Mira’s “aaah”-face.
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6. Leaving Mira to rest behind that door in the corridor.

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7. This is my personal trainer, the skeleton André. André has similar looks to Henry Cavill but lives in a different classroom.

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8. This is the school’s whore house.
9. My adopted son, Montaug.

I’m reading about number station and The Conet Project. It’s pretty cool, especially since it reminds me of the number sequence in LOST. Shortwave radio stations are a way of transmitting information anonymously, a technology that started to be used after the second world war. Supposedly, these radio stations are used to send secret messages to spies. It sounds a bit like a conspiracy theory, but there has been a few instances when spies have been caught who received information from number stations.

“The one-way voice link (OWVL) described a covert communications system that transmitted messages to an agent’s unmodified shortwave radio using the high-frequency shortwave bands between 3 and 30 MHz at a predetermined time, date, and frequency contained in their communications plan. The transmissions were contained in a series of repeated random number sequences and could only be deciphered using the agent’s one-time pad. If proper tradecraft was practiced and instructions were precisely followed, an OWVL transmission was considered unbreakable. […] As long as the agent’s cover could justify possessing a shortwave radio and he was not under technical surveillance, high-frequency OWVL was a secure and preferred system for the CIA during the Cold War.

[…] The only item Penkovsky used that could properly be called advanced tradecraft was his ‘agent-receive’ communications through a one-way voice-link. These encoded messages, known as OWVL, were broadcast over shortwave frequencies at predetermined times from a CIA-operated transmitter in Western Europe. Penkovsky listened to these messages on a Panasonic radio — strings of numbers read in a dispassionate voice — and then decoded them using a one-time pad.”

– Spycraft, by Robert Wallace and H. Keith Melton.

After listening to the Lincolnshire Poacher a few times it begins to sound strangely eerie. And once you get in to that mode and then listen to The Swedish Raphasody you got the perfect creepy pasta.

The Conet project has a bunch of these. Check them out here!

Doors are srs bznz. Make sure to turn on the subs.

No source was posted for these where I found them, so I don’t know where they’re from originally. I found them interesting though and I wanted to share, so here you go. Old black and white photos of women behind bars. If anyone knows where I can find more of these, let me know!

“Unknown woman in jail cell”


“An unidentified, young woman stands inside a jail cell in Denver, Colorado. She wears a hat with a lace veil, a wool coat and gloves.”

“An unidentified, young woman stands behind the bars of a jail cell in Denver, Colorado. She wears a wool coat with a raised collar and two rings on her hands.”

“A man guides a woman who hides her face; lockers and a shoeshine chair are to the sides.

 

Michael Faherty died in his home in December 2010. His body was badly burned, but a fire in the nearby fireplace did not cause the blaze, forensic experts said. Scorch marks on the ceiling above the body and the floor below, and no trace of accelerant, led the coroner to return the controversial verdict, the first of its kind in Ireland, according to the BBC.

“This fire was thoroughly investigated and I’m left with the conclusion that this fits into the category of spontaneous human combustion, for which there is no adequate explanation,” West Galway coroner Dr. Ciaran McLoughlin told a court Thursday.

I didn’t think “Spontaneous combustion” was accepted as a cause of death anymore. I’ve heard that it’s usual a case of older people who smoke and drink in bed, and pass out with the cigarette still burning. I don’t have a source on that though, but I’m a firm believer in Occam’s razor, even though there’s some awesome appeal to spontanious combustion because it just.sounds.so.badass.

Sauceidy sauceiness.