I'm a senior.

This morning on the bus there were some sketchy guys, and even though I was half asleep (or maybe because of it) I was able to slip into the backs of their minds and discovered that they hijacked a truckload of electronics equipment and they've got it stashed in an old warehouse.

Something's supposed to go down with it tonight. Looks like I'll be up late!

more later--
 

2000-9-9   The Grand Vizier

I was out late last night. Showed up at the place those guys stashed their hijacked loot to observe the meeting they had planned (the time and location of which I ran into rummaging through their minds on the bus).

There was a guy out there to look at it - all beepers and gold chains - and he was unimpressed. Couldn't figure out what the stuff was. I guess they thought it was computers or something, but they don't know what they've got.

Somehow they got their hands on a truckload of Krezner machines - those things they hook the new kids up to at school, supposed to enhance their abilities and stuff.

I scanned them all and found out they've got another 'showing' planned for tonight.

i'll let you know--


 

2000-9-11   AuraCore

Journal Entry #1.

Studying personas afflicted with belief of being psychic. Currently reading class material. It seems as though they are genuinely confused and haven't reached self-actualization. Whether they actually have psychic ablitities, whatever that ability may be, or not is clouded by their in-ability to control their own thoughts.

Also reading material on dangers of abuse, including harmful use which will leave one open to attack, and eventual loss of self and ability to know oneself and worse. States that some types of religious materials has basis on being able to come to terms with oneself if they should ever be lost. But even this can come at a cost when one has lost oneself. Also gives warning of signs where people do become lost and the effects. Also gives information on double-think which was a term coined in the book 1984, which is used by lost people (fake people, not real people, loss of humanity) to justify their loss of humanity and use of cruelty, forgoing and abondoning "conscience" which is a form of higher self.
Seems like this year is going to be a bunch of analysis work, can't wait to get to the field. However this seems like good practice.
Not much to say, getting somewhat tired.

Reading other journal entries, seems like many believe themselves to be psychic. Don't recognize names of many of the people. Many types of personalities shown and expressed

Curious about this site, labeled as Psychic Highschool. Noted information about history of psychic high and information regarding Chinese and Japanese in some sort of "conflict". Strange factors regarding use of Chinese and Japanese origins. Seems to follow same method used in media regarding Chinese, and Asians. May follow propaganda already being found to be formed. However propaganda towards Asians requires further analysis, may be same method used by other countries to justify holocaust type behavior. Unable to discern yet, but it is on edge of consciousness. Note sent out to others regarding site for further study.

****** Aura
Core ******
00100111010

 

2000-9-16   The Grand Vizier

Tonight the shit went down.

I was behind a building across the street from the warehouse, but saw what was going on using techniques from my Advanced Remote Viewing class. I was watching from above while the 'buyers' were looking over the merchandise.
There were 2 guys in dark suits, and a woman in a grey business suit with short blond hair and the classic attache case full of money. After her men ok'd the hijacked equipment, the woman pulled out some kind of gun, pointed it at one of the sketchy hijacker guys, shot it at him, and he disappeared. Just like that. She took out the other hijacker guys the same way. It was some kind of beam that came out of the gun. It made the air all wavy.

So I was pretty freaked out.

Then the woman and her 2 men pulled a van up to the loading dock and loaded the brain machines in. The woman took the time to pull out a marker and scribble 'looloo' or something on the wall. Lollipop? I don't know. I tried to read their minds, but couldn't. They weren't putting up any kind of psychic block - they were just unreachable. Or like there was just nothing there...

The van had no plates. They drove off into the dark and I wasn't about to follow them on my bicycle.

So, using stuff you learn in freshman Basic Saftey, 'reported' it to the police. That is, I called the Police Station (never 911), got somebody on the line, told them I had the wrong number, and hung up. What I was actually doing was telepathicly sending a request for an APB on the van. Hopefully the desk officer went ahead and did it, but if anybody asks him he won't remember why.

But I don't quite feel like playing detective anymore. I think I'll give it a break for a while.

later--
 

2000-9-18   fruitbat

I still can't believe we haven't been caught, but living in the treehouses is the coolest thing. I can't believe I hooked up with these guys! They are also the coolest, and they hang out with these hippy girls who must live in the woods too. I think all the girls are seniors or something because I never see them around campus. They're really nice.

One of the hippy chics found a cable dish out in the woods. She did some kind of electrical spell on it (with silver shavings and sulfur) to short it out, then she yanked it out and brought it to us. She said (in her valley girl/mystic chic speak, like a pure spring bubbling in the mountains!) "This does not belong in the forest..."

So, I don't know what a radar dish like that was doing out in the middle of our woods, but we've got a new fruit bowl now.




 

2000-9-21   kitty

Lately I have been fixing injured ghosts.

In the past week I have found four ghosts around town that were tagged with little computer chips. That is not good for ghosts. There are times we learn at school when you need to track ghosts to see where they go at night so you can find their hidey holes and close them up nicely. For that they teach us how to make gentle homing devices with acorns and crow feathers you can stick on the ghosts and it doesn't hurt them.

But the ghosts I am finding have these tiny electronic chips that pierce their ghost bodies and it hurts them and makes them even crazier and they can never find their hidey holes. Why would someone do that to a poor old ghost? It is cruel and there should be a law.

Anyway, I make some sweet tea smoke and that calms them down enough for me to get ahold of the little chip and remove it. Then I take the chip and leave it on a bus or put it in a trash can to send the trackers on a wild goose chase.

I should probably have a teacher at school take a look at these little chips or something but I don't think we want these tracking people to end up at our school.

now I have earned my Ghost Scout badge!!!

bye! xxx ooo


 

2000-10-15   The Grand Vizier

Well I'm back in detective mode whether I like it or not.

This morning my friend Nick drove some friends and I out to Johnson's Corner - the truck stop outside of town - for a greasy 'fat boy' breakfast. Eggs, sausage gravy... Each booth has its own mini juke box.

I went to the men's room, and in it they have this condom dispenser that also sells prolonged erection cream and 'fantasy photos.' It's right above the urinal, so you can't miss it. I'm reading the various pointless grafitti on it when I notice part of the grafitti is two lines of binary code (like 1100011001 but not exactly - I've got to go back and copy it down).

That's exactly like what the blonde woman wrote on the wall with a marker after she offed those guys and stole all their 'equipment.' I didn't really get a good look at it then (freaked out and dizzy in my astral form as I was).

I was scared, but I took it as a good reason to slap in my 75 cents and buy a 'fantasy photo' for a souvenir of the moment. It was wrapped in a little box and some of the girls we were there with wouldn't think it was in good taste so I stuck it in my pocket and forgot about it.

Back out in the diner, though, there was this girl sitting at the counter who kept looking at me. She was pretty cute, and I noticed she was wearing a Japan Airlines stewardess uniform. The airport is about an hour away, but a lot of exchange students and some of the international administrators take JAL a between here and Japan. Didn't explain why a stewardess was at Johnson's Corner, though.

I didn't have the guts to say anything to her, though she was right by the register when we paid our bill. We drove back, and it wasn't till the afternoon I remembered the 'fantasy photo.'

That's when everything went to hell.

I unwrapped it, and what was in there was a passport sized head shot of the Japan Airlines stewardess! I even showed it to Carl and he said "Pretty slick! I didn't even notice you talked to her."

I've got the photo right here on the keyboard and it's freaking me out.

--



 

2000-10-25   Ruby

I'm totally and completely devestated! Toatally. What kind of parents send their kid to BOARDING SCHOOL. Rotten parents, that's who! I hate them. I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I want my cat. I want a tv. My dorm doesn't even have a fucking tv! Can you believe it. There are these dish-like things all over the fucking place so I know there must be tvs somewhere. Just not here. I'm doomed.
 

2000-11-1   The Grand Vizier

Well frankly I've been too freaked out to go back to the truck stop and copy the binary number off the prophylactic machine in the men's room. I've been laying low, trying to concentrate on studies. The little picture of that Japan Airline stewardess is on my wall though, and I look at it too much.

Anyway there were developments today I thought I should record (all of this in the event I fall victim to any foul play, of course).

Maybe it's nothing. I was cutting up from town up through the woods on the trails. There's a lot of forest around here and sometimes you see trees marked with spraypaint. They get marked for cutting I guess - for thinning, or if the trees are sick. I never really thought it was a conspiricy or anything (except for the systematic deforestation of the world, I guess).

Anyway, it was getting dark, but as I got nearer to the school I saw a tree with a big white 1 spaypainted on it. Then another tree with a 1. Then one with a big white 0. I saw more and followed them like a trail of crumbs, till I found a whole little hollow of trees with 1s and 0s on them.

I stared at them for a minute but then got so freaked out I ran home, but it was getting even darker so of course I tripped and bit it a couple of times.

That's it. Maybe it's not what I think, but I'll be taking the bus instead of hoofing it through the woods for awhile.

--
 

2000-11-11   kitty

Grandma has been teaching me to feel differently about mold.

Traditional concepts of 'housekeeping' don't really come into play here at grandma's house. It is very clean in its own way, but it is very different in other ways.

For instance, grandma made our jack-o-lanterns around the beginning of October. They are still on our porch. They are no longer orange. They are very green and black and slimey with mold. Grandma waits till they get good and decomposed and adds things to them to feed the mold till around the first full moon after Halloween. Then she buries them around the property line.

Grandma has lived in this house for sixty years. She says that with this year's pumpkins she'll finally be able to 'close the circle' around the house. She has been working at this her whole life, and says that once the circle is complete the house will be 'fully insulated.' I do not know exactly what she means by this, but she is very excited. She is so cute when she gets into a project like this!

So I'm off to grab a shovel and help her dig. I am glad that this makes her so happy. But mostly I am glad to get the rotten pumpkins off the porch.

bye bye!!!
xxx ooo
 

2000-11-17   blue_X

The black box has been announcing things in extinct languages, snake hisses and grumbling tummy sounds all week. Tonight it decided to speak English again and told me:

Twin World Arrival (TWA) is the industry term for the systematic slicing off of portions of human society in order to store and eventually consume the bio- and psycho- mass for raw energy. The method consists of creating a model of the target culture indistinguishable from the original, then convincing the tenants of the target culture to 'move in' to the model, leaving their original behind. As 'original' environments become more and more artificial, this process becomes more simple. Thus, there is great interest in the creation of artifical environments...

As usual, I have no idea what the box is going on about. I did however get up the guts to clean off the dried mud and leaves that had been all over the box since I found it in the woods. It's all matte black and smooth except for the speaker holes and the raised silver letters NETT on the side. I know that stands for Nippon Enhanced Telephone and Telegraph since they're a big PsyHigh donor.
 

2000-11-29   The Grand Vizier

I can't get out of this town. Tonight a friend and I were driving to a show on the back roads. Nick has Galaxy 500. We drove for 3 hours and in the end could only find our way back into town. We had to give up.

I know that this will sound like we were lost or on something, but that's not the case. We know the backroads out of town, even in the dark. It's mostly flat farmland, with some cottonwoods and some fences, and in the dark it can kind of all look familiar, but something really weird was going on. We didn't notice at first, till we saw what time it was and realized we were going to miss the show.

We kept thinking we'd see the way out, but we just ended up circling around the truck stop again and again. We'd head away from it, wander around, and find ourselves back near it. We finally just took the road back into town and that worked fine.

Something is wrong. I won't try that again in the dark. Nick doesn't even want to try it in the daylight. But if this is true then somebody else would have to notice it. There's no way. I'm so phazed by it it's like we were drugged or something.

I'm going to sleep--
 

2000-12-4   blue_x

Transcript of my 'conversation' with the black box tonight:

Box: {warbly underwater train wreck noises}

Me: Hello Box! And how are you this evening?

Box: {moaning and cackling noises rise and fall out of the staticy muck}

Me: So what are you, box?

Box: {suddenly in a recorded phone operator voice} I am a NETT Enterprise class Reality Server, Node 978110disconnect.

Me: What do you do, box?

Box: {in the same voice} Psycho-hydraulic diarama control, rustling of scenery shuffling in the wings, backdrops and scrim counterweighted with fear and threat {then there's a static rush followed by an ear piercing tone - then a live male voice cuts in} UH, THIS IS AN UNAUTHORIZED FREQUENCY TRANMISSION, OVER. {crackle} UH, REPEAT MODE DESIGNATION, OVER. {crackle}

Me: (I didn't say anything after that)

Box: 110011110110110011100011100111....

And it's still rattling off ones and zeros. I stuffed it in the bottom of my closet and poured my dirty clothes all over it, but I can still hear it. Shit. I'm thinking I should just through it back in the woods where I found it, but when I stuck it in my closet it gave my hands that tingling feeling again, like there's current in it, and I don't want to get shocked again like the other time. I think I'll sleep down the hall tonight.
 

2000-12-26   blue_X

The Box said: On some planets they've had a lot of success with the 'Roach Motel' approach. They land huge apartment complexes around existing population centers. These complexes are built in inviting styles, meant to harken back to a mythical 'golden age' of the target culture.

Thought Dampening Fields (TDF) are also set up to piggy back on existing electronic communication waves, weakening the resistance of the target population. Eventually, when the mobile hives are full and the inhabitants fully docile, the structures relaunch into orbit. Once in contact with the Mother ship they dock, disgorging their payload like the very livestock the target population subjugates in a similar manner.

-----

The black box is starting to get to me. This little speech made me swear off the meat at my parent's Christmas dinner. That went over real well...
 

2001-1-4   kitty

I must report that Grandma's rotten pumpkin ring is definitely having an effect. Everything inside the ring - the yard and the house - is normal, but you've got to be careful when you walk out the gate and onto the sidewalk.

On the night of the new moon I was going out to meet some friends. Grandma was going on about something and dancing around the house and sometimes I do not pay the best attention when she is in a whimsical mood like that. What it turns out she was telling me was how to make sure to walk out into the RIGHT town. It's like the ring of rotten pumpkins turned the house into a kind of elevator that moves around between towns and cities and time and space.

When I walked out onto the sidewalk my little old neighborhood was gone and instead it was the biggest outlet mall I'd ever seen! Parking lots and window stores and streetlights as far as you could see! It was terrible! I closed my eyes and turned around and ran back into my yard.

You know I have seen a lot of weird stuff since living at my Grandma's house but this time I was a little scared. Grandma said not to worry and showed me how to walk out of the gate and step into our usual town. It is somewhere between walking through a revolving door and hopping a train. A little bit of a skip and the right combination of things in your pocket and it's no problem.

Grandma is showing me now how to get out into other 'stations' she calls them. She does it all the time and our house is filling up with little souviners like papyrus scrolls and ostrich feather dresses and a funny little one eyed one footed robot that is furry and drinks water and burps. I think I will write a report on it for extra credit in my independent study this semester.

xxx ooo

 

2001-1-6   The Grand Vizier

Ok so maybe I was wrong about not being able to escape from town - I was able to go home for the holidays. It was a little odd that the only way they let us home was on chartered JAL flights, but it was sure convenient how they landed them in the airstrip right behind the school.

I didn't buy it for a second.


 

2001-1-17   The Grand Vizier

While I've known there's been something up for awhile, I didn't realize it was all centered around the school itself.

'Specialists' have been crawling all over the place in the wake of the teleportation screw up, setting up monitoring equipment around the perimeter of the school. Who do I see with them but the blond woman in the gray business suit from the warehouse last September!!! I was scared shitless!!! I guess she never saw me there, so I guess I'm safe. As safe as any of us, at least.

And maybe I'm not an expert in teleportation and the kinds of technology you use to monitor it, but some of the machines they've been setting up look like Krezner machines - as in, like the haul the blond woman and her hit men killed the crooks for. They've been altered - radar dishes, other machines attached - but basically they're the same tech we use in the booster classes. You can even make out an NETT mark (though they don't let you get too close to them).

If I had anywhere to go, I'd get out of town.

More later --
 

2001-1-23   blue_x

When some civilations create Virtual Reality they retreat into it entirely, making retrieval and processing as simple as a milk man picking up empty bottles. ----the box

The black box has been chattering off the hook lately - all different languages, radio broadcasts from across the world, squawky coded transmissions. And it's burning hot, just sort of smouldering in the old blanket I wrapped it in. I tried setting a tape recorder up next to it, but it created some kind of feedback loop and blew it up. So now some friends and I are taking turns sitting with it and writing everything down we can.

The only time the Box shuts up these days is when there's one of those Suits for the teleportation inquiry wandering around. Every time the box goes quiet and I've stepped out to go to the john, I've run into one of them pacing the hall. They look like secret service guys with their little ear plugs. Wouldn't want to mess with them. I'm glad the box knows how to keep its trap shut when it needs to.

 

2001-1-27   Big Jim

I am very sorry to report that the 3 remaining students lost in the teleportation mishap have yet to be found. Our rescue teams are considering the possibility that they may have been inadvertently teleported to locations other than established landing stations. Other methods of reconnaissance - remote viewers, spritual mediums, GPS enhanced Oujia boards, ghost bloodhounds, and more - are now being explored in earnest.

As the root cause of the portal malfunction is still not fully understood, there is justifiable concern about the dimensional stability of the area surrounding the school. In order to avoid the possibility of any further incidents during this time, all travel in and out of the campus will need to be strictly monitored and controlled.

If you need to go into town, offical escort will be necessary. There's a sign up list for shuttle trips in the common cafeteria. If you have a family emergency, transportation can be arranged via the Registrar. Please realize these inconveniences are only temporary, and will remain in effect only until it's been established that the reality fields in our area pose no threat.

Any dreams, premonintions, intuitions, messages recieved via table tapping or tea leaf reading, and any other psychic intelligence related to the whereabouts of the three students still at large would be greatly appreciated. Please report to the Special Counselor attached to the Emergency Situation Team if you have something to share. And thanks again to everyone for their continued support during this difficult time.
 

2001-1-28   sandy hicks

I just wanted to say that this new 'escort' policy for off campus travel is bullshit. Sometimes I take the bus into town to buy music. Today I took one of the shuttles. Maybe I could understand somebody keeping an eye on us and making sure we don't poof out of existence or whatever, but these 'escort' suit nazis are infringing on our personal rights.

For instance, on my way to the checkout counter they stopped me, grabbed the Boredoms cd out of my hand, got on their headset/sunglasses sets and called headquarters or whatever, then told me I couldn't buy it! This is complete bullshit!

They suggested I buy some nsynch or britney instead, and I threatened to puke on their shiny black shoes. Then they threw me back in the van.

This is seriously messed up. And I tried to call my parents but now the phones won't work! I am not putting up with this.

Sandy Hicks
 

2001-1-30   firey ted

Yeah, uh, I took one of the van trips downtown to have lunch and buy a comic book? Well they took me to some mall that I never even knew existed but I figured I'd check it out anyway, but it was REALLY CREEPY. As in, there was nobody there except us from the van, and even then the suit dudes wouldn't let us split up and cruise the place on our own.

So they walked us around the place, and all the employees were COMPLETE FREAKS!!! They all just stared at us and when somebody would buy something they hardly even knew how to make change.

And they didn't even sell comics. The food court had Fried Rice and Lemonade. But that was it! What the hell? When we said we wanted to go somewhere else the suits said it was too late and we had to come back.

This SUCKS!!! I am taking my own human powered trip into town if this doesn't end real soon.

f143Y t



 

2001-1-31   The Grand Vizier

I'm making a break for it tonight.

Last night I scouted out the trails in in the woods, working my way down the hill toward town. Near the edge of the woods is a shimmering pink...wall? Membrane? Some sort of force field. The woods are pretty thick, but as far as I can tell the wall goes all the way around the perimeter of the forest.

So I took a stick and threw it at the force field. There was a ripple and a little gurgle, but it seemed like the stick went through. At least I didn't see it fry. Then I heard somebody coming so I had to duck out of there.

Tonight I'm going back and I'm going through. I packed some peanut butter sandwiches and my swiss army knife. Firey Ted is coming too. He really wants a comic book.
 

2001-2-6   firey ted

Yeah, well, I picked myself up a *fine* comic book.

So the GV and I took off through the woods to slip off campus, and there was the big pink electro bubble wall just like he said. The Viz was super cautious, but me I just dove in. IT WAS TOALLY COOL! It was like this dry goo that kinda fizzed real slowly all over.

The next part is kinda fuzzy, but there's the Viz walking me down through some weird part of town. I guess some kind of shanty town down by the tracks? I could smell the oil. We ended up at a shack with a candle, and I dunno but I was really starting to freak out for no reason, and the Viz starts speaking backwards or something. I swear I'll NEVER have thirds of lasagne from the cafeteria again.

More stuff happened I can't remember and then the Viz is giving me this comic book and telling me he's going exploring and not to worry and then I'm back through the fizz and back in the woods. Almost got collared by a security guy but I ditched him.

I don't know where this comic book came from but I think it's French. The words are in English but the art is incredibly trippy. I get dizzy just looking at it.

But I am STOKED!!!!

Thanks Viz! Viz?

f143Y t




 

2001-2-10   Fischel

I was able to bag me one psybot before somebody got wise and took down all my mirrors. The one that got burned was posing as the student called AuraCore. If you read AuraCore's postings, you can see that I guess my helpful hints on how to catch a psybot aren't 100% true all the time - just some of the time ;)


Yeah, that AuraCore was a talker, but now I'm starting to have regrets about setting my trap. If you read AuraCore's postings, it really seems like it had an autonomus personality. Maybe even starting to empathize with the humans around it. Maybe just the hazards of working deep cover? Maybe it lost the ability to tell a synthetic humanoid personality construct from the real thing?


Well whatever it was, I saw its smoking chrome skeleton in the hallway outside the library. There was a big commotion, and the janitors came out and shooed everybody away. They took the metal bones away somewhere, but the idea of doing something crazy with them isn't as appealing anymore.




Fisch
 

2001-2-11   kitty

My grandma's little floating estate in time, space and dimension seems to have run aground! Somehow her ring of very smelly and rotten pumpkins you will remember broke us free from the little old neighborhood, and for awhile we were pirates and freebooters loose on the seas of reality! I took a lot of notes and gathered a lot of souviners for an extra credit report, while grandma made the tea and mapped the course on big rolled out parchments on the kitchen table.

I got some really cool shoes in China and some clothes from Atlantis, but recently something chunked and we are no longer going anywhere. Whenever I take the hop and skip out the front gate I end up on a street that looks like the little old neighborhood but it is not quite right. It all looks like a movie set - all store front facades and backdrop scenery. I can see neighboors though their windows but they look like mannequins. It's like a bad miniture model of our old town.

Grandma is putting on her pith helmet and grabbing the pitchfork - she thinks we're just stuck on something and is going to prowl the property line. I think she should wear a lifeline or something at least. I am going to tie some clothesline around her waist and then look up some things in books and see what I can do.

xxx ooo

 

2001-2-22   kitty

Grandma and I are still stuck, but now it is like the house is stuck between floors. When you walk out the front gate, you can walk out into either our good old sweet little hometown, or you can walk out into the movie set version with curtains and card board cut-outs. At least we can get to a store with real food, and I always like the baclava at the greek restaurant.

Grandma has tried a number of methods to free us, both magical and physical, but we remain stuck between stations. She has taken to flamenco dancing to Led Zeppelin and refuses to speak English.

Though it does seem something of a catastrophe, I am glad to be at least half way home.

xxx ooo
 

2001-2-24   blue_x

I think the box finally burned itself out tonight.

First it let out a squeal like an airhorn, then in its most professional announcer voice it said:

Benchmarking TDF on the Origin: predecessor 978110disconnect in use.

Nested grid visualization complete.
Terascale granularity approaching 1:1.

Remote storage access reconstituted.

Triskelion deployed -

3

2

1

Large generic coupler engaged and automated.

End Simulation

=*=

And then it went dead. It's never been completely silent the whole time I've had it - there was always at least a little static. And it's gone cold.

It's like my pet turtle died.




 

2001-3-1   kitty

Grandma and I had a visitor! It was the black cat!

Remember about our kittens? The black one could talk. The grey one could whistle. The two calicos walked on their hind legs. The tiger striped one could read, and the yellow one was stillborn. And the white one which had strange dreams. They grew up and went their seperate ways. Except for the yellow one, who we keep up on the bookshelf.

Sometimes they drop back in. Today the black one appeared on the porch all covered in gooey black grease. He had slipped in through a crack between our fence and the background scenery, squeezing between the gears and hydraulics. He says he's been in the crawlspaces, on the catwalks, and in the backstages in between. Grandma listened closely and then asked him questions in a strange language.

I went to get a bucket and a brush to clean him, but grandma said no to leave him greasy since he had to go back. Then grandma made some peaut butter sandwiches and carrot sticks and wrapped them in wax paper and put them in a paper bag and rolled it up as small as she could. She gave it to the black cat who picked it up with his teeth and trotted out to the fence. He sniffed around for a minute and then squeezed back into the crack. The sandwiches got completely smushed.

Grandma says the black cat met a boy back there exploring, and that he was very hungry. And that it was a good thing the house was stuck like it was or the black cat probably couldn't have made it through.

I'm sure if I just wait patiently grandma will explain just what exactly she is talking about.

xxx ooo
 

2001-3-3   firey ted

Ok, so, that comic book the Vizier gave me IS NOT A REGULAR COMIC BOOK! When I first got it I glanced through it but it was so intense I figured I'd leave it till later.

Well...

I got to looking at it, AND THE PICTURES MOVE! Each frame is like a little diorama, under glass, and the leaves in the trees tossle in the breeze. You can see the eyes of little creatures darting in the shadows, and camel trains move slowly in between the mountains in the background.

It doesn't have many words, or much of a story as far as I can tell. More like a National Geographic from another planet than a usual comic book. It must be made out of that digital ink e book stuff. I GOTTA find out where to get more and start collecting them.

f143Y t
 

2001-3-14   firey ted

Well, after reading the comic book the Grand V gave me like 12 times in a row, ALL THE PICTURES CHANGED!!!

And wierder yet, THE GRAND VIZIER is now a character in the story!!!!

Here is what is happening:

The Grand Vizier (henceforth refered to as the GV) is walking along a dirt road, up to a sort of shanty town flung up on the sides of the road.

A tall cloaked kind of creature bekons the GV into its little shop.

In the shop, the GV is shown a rack of aquariums, kind of like a pet store.

But when the GV looks down into the first aquarium, he sees an arial view of Psychic High School!!!! (And when you look at it in the frame you can see the students walking around like little ants! I watched one of them and it kind of zoomed in and I watched the student (he looked like a little elf with pointy ears) walk into his room and start reading a book...)

Then the GV starts looking down into other tanks and sees different scenes: desolate moonscapes...busy cities full of flying cars....murky burbly dioramas of liquid nitogen and amonia crystals, populated by seahorse men in English bobbie helmets...

This must be like some kind of ebook prototype. But how the Viz got into the production I'm still trying to figure out...

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