Most everybody's left for Thanksgiving break, but if you're one of the people staying on campus this holiday, you can join me in room 667 of Yarrow Hall. I'll be getting a turkey sub from Subway, and warming it with radiating thought patterns. Then, tomorrow night, I'm thinking of heading downtown for a bit of Psy-Tagging. If anybody doesn't know how, I'll be glad to show them - it's great fun and doesn't cause any property damage - people only *think* the walls are tagged. It's more like tagging people's minds, but it's geographically triggered.

Anyway, look me up if you're around!

Ed
 

2001-11-22   Raye Lynn

Through prompting of a fellow student, who will remain nameless, I believe I will begin to become more involved in campus student activities so as to integrate myself into the human culture.

If Ed Lear happens to catch this, I believe that a turkey sandwich will be quite delicious, if there is any left. I don't mind it cold either... :)

Bokononism research is fascinating. I can't pull myself away from it. I am wondering if I should consult the school archives to find any Bokonons enrolled in the school. Maybe they could give me some insight into their own spiritual journey; it would be a great angle to take in my report.

I still don't know who came into my room, but whoever it was left a nasty looking scorch mark on the carpet behind the door.

Has anyone heard from Ender lately? I am kinda craving some chicken-flavored potato chips again. And, I need a new game for the Nintendo.

Bloody hell. I heard a student make that remark today as I woke from my nap in the locker. Bloody hell. Curious. What does it mean? And why would one say that it is Bloody? Is that to be negative? And is human hell Bloody? I thought it was just hot. Maybe someone could explain that one to me as well.


 

2001-11-25   Ed_Lear

So I had a pretty good time with that cat Raye Lynn. Great boots...but she insisted on playing a 'Greatest Hits of Harry Chapin' CD, which was generally kind of depressing. Luckily she followed it up with some calypso thing which was nice - very nice. We had our subs and she really dug the funky chips I dug up at the UK Import store.

Later, we headed downtown through the fog for a little mischief. Trouble was, there was nobody about. The trouble with Psy-Tagging is that you need people . You don't need paint, and you don't need walls, but you do need people to make your mark. Nobody was out. So instead we made swirly color art inside of each other's minds, and now if either of us pass the square downtown we'll see the art we made that night - a kind of Jacobs Ladder of criss cross stripes. It's beautiful.



 

2001-12-4   Raye Lynn

Looked everywhere for my copy of Calypso Funk... I think I left it in Ed's room. Perhaps he could return it soon..
Took a nap.
Played with the mouse in the wall.
Practiced walking in bipedal-fashion.
Looking forward to another game of Psy-tagging.
Has anyone heard anything about the ninja team? I wanna watch ninja-ball now...
Researching Bokononism still goes on...
Busy, busy, busy.
I am starting to shed.

 

2001-12-9   Ed_Lear

I do have Raye's groovy calypso disc - it's been duct taped into my cd player for days. It's got this totally mellow beat, but this old fashioned subversive edge. The words just keep running through my head like:

Oh, a very sorry people, yes,
Did I find here.
Oh, they had no music,
And they had no beer.
And, oh, everywhere
Where they tried to perch
Belonged to Castle Sugar, Incorporated,
Or the Catholic church.

or

Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park,
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark,
And a Chinese dentist,
And a British queen--
All fit together
In the same machine.

I mean, it's pretty happy, too. But it's been great material for Psy-tagging. Now I'm Psy-tagging music into strangers' heads. I ride downtown on the bus, and everybody who gets off is humming the same tune - even though they've never heard the song before! I figure it's a pretty good mark to lay down on the world.




 

2001-12-10   Raye Lynn

Oh, a very sorry people, yes,
Did I find here.
Oh, they had no music,
And they had no beer.
And, oh, everywhere
Where they tried to perch
Belonged to Castle Sugar, Incorporated,
Or the Catholic church.
....
....
....
SOMEONE HAS BEEN PSY TAGGING AGAIN...
....
....
....
grrrrrr....
....
....
....
ED...
maybe I should get that CD back from you before you cause any more trouble... ;)

School... busy, busy, busy.
Trying to work through applied dynamics calculations... my forearm is begining to cramp from writing so much. Ow. No sympathy for the hard at work, I guess.

A lovely care package came today from Ender. This time, a comic book... and a bag of chips of course. I am having trouble turning the pages without marring them too much. But the pictures are amazingly beautiful... captivating... breathtaking. Undescribable. At least in human terms. Human vocabulary is set on such a lower scale than my vocabulary.

Where is Ed now... I think he is getting something to eat. I need to find him... I have a little game of Psy-tagging to play. And I just found a rather annoying human song. It's called Chumbawumba... (?) hehe...

 

2001-12-13   Raye Lynn

Tiger got to hunt,
Bird got to fly;
Man got to sit and wonder, 'Why, why, why?'
Tiger got to sleep,
Bird got to land,
Man got to tell himself he understand.

Psyhigh finals time... uggh. Never studied so much in my entire life. I am in Ms. Astarte's Time Control class as well, but I am not so sure I can view her the way Borisk does. I am a bit worried about my TK final though; perhaps Ender will come back in time to help me study. Until then, the little mouse in the wall and I (yes, we have become quite good friends, mainly because he knows I can't eat him) will stay here, cooped up in the dorm room, studying and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and awaiting the return of my Bokonon Calypso CD from Ed. grrr...

As the Bokonon research continues, I begin to wonder... do I have a karass? And what is with Ed's attraction to my music? NO ONE else seems to appreciate it... I wonder if Ed is a Bokononist... only a kan-kan will tell me for sure.

Hoo-ray. What mystical and magical things will I find today?

 

2001-12-21   Raye Lynn

Grumbly, grumbly...
One more day of my Psyhigh Finals...
And of course, what is it?
TK 101, and Latin Spells and Terminology.
Uggh.
Talked to Ender, and he is working his way out from between the two realities, and back into this one. He should be back home soon; if he didn't bring me a bag of chips, I will not be happy.
Shedding still. Which is weird; I usually don't shed for another 2 cycles. Must be a side-effect of all the pb&j.
The Dean said I have had no reply on my request for my roommate. Which is kind of nice, I don't think I would like anymore company then I already have, what with the wandering spirits and the mouse in the wall.
Hopefully I will post more after the Finals blow over.
...and I would like my CD back... :::cough cough::::

'Papa' Monzano, he's so very bad,
But without bad 'Papa' I would be so sad;
Because without 'Papa's' badness,
Tell me, if you would,
How could wicked old Bokonon
Ever, ever look good?
 

2002-1-13   Ed_Lear

So I had been trying to get Raye's CD back to her, but since I couldn't find her I just left it in front of her door. Somebody must have nicked it since she obviously never found it.

I'll give 24 hours for the return of Raye's CD, either to her or to me (I'm room 667 in Yarrow Hall). After that I'll be in psychic detective mode, and when I find the perp, I'll make sure you never forget any of the songs on that CD, ever. In fact, you'll be singing them every day for the rest of your life, most likely in a straight jacket.

So, we'll be seeing that CD soon, right?

Thanks.
 

2002-1-16   Raye Lynn

::sniff...sniff:::
My CD? Anyone?

Please?

I have no idea who took it... perhaps one of the many new students wandering the campus picked it up by mistake...
or...
perhaps an Anti-Bokononist plot is afoot, out to foil any plans of my newly forming karass!
"If you find your life tangled up with somebody else's life for no very logical reasons, that person may be a member of your karass". - 1st Book of Bokonon
I think I am really getting into this whole Bokonon thing; I find myself believing and understanding it more and more every day.
One thing I don't find myself believing or understanding is TK. Seems like I will be retaking TK 101 this semester. Again. Oi... And I have been practicing too! It just seems to come so easily to others... and not me... I can get the pen on my desk to shake slightly, but never levitate. Poor Ender; he has been trying to help me with TK since his return home... unfortunately, his patience is rather thin. Actually, it is more of his right restrictor that has little patience... it continuously pulsates and shrieks at me to "WAKE UP!"
Still shedding. These home remedies are just not working. The little mouse in the wall says I should take more trips outside to sun myself, but I think that the intrusions I have been noticing in my room are really the cause of him and his little late night mice parties.
Ed stopped by my room last night with a rather old copy of an essay written by a Bokononist who attended Psyhigh... he found it in the back corner of the library. Possibly the same corner that Whitney had her little adventure in. Anyways, after reading it, we got in a rather intresting discussion. The essay had to do with Christianity versus Bokononism, and different points referenced within that topic. Our main intrest was on a particular section in the middle of the 53rd paragraph... evidently, Jesus once said, "Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's". Which Bokonon paraphrased, "Pay no attention to Caesar. Caesar doesn't have the slightest idea what's really going on." I found it to be rather enlightening.
Late for dinner... Ender promised me a bag of chicken-flavored potato chips if I promised not to use him for Psy-tagging practice anymore.
 

2002-1-16   Ender

Okay, Whitney, I've got to apologize for Raye Lynn. Near as I can tell, her "kind" aren't too keen on human genders, and could care less. For Christmas, she got me nail polish and what appeared to be a Wiccan starter kit. So I was in the same boat as you.

Speaking of Raye, I wish to GOD she could just pick up TK like I did. I was showing her something simple (I think it was how to bend a lamppost into a knot) and she kept botching and getting knocked unconscious and stuff. Gryphon, my right hand restrictor, kept mocking her and saying "DON'T SCREW UP! YOU ARE A DANCING MACHINE!!! ENEMY!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Until I told it to shut up. My left hand restrictor (Sabine) sounded like a comforting mother and soothingly tried to explain that, yes, TK is hard to pick up and harder to keep, but that you must stay strong.

I told Sabine to shut up, too, after about ten minutes. Those two have great debates sometimes, but they are simply not designed for other people to listen to or deal with.

I think psycurity showed up at my door again. Ever since Bad Andy twisted the door into some kind of halfling-hole/portal to hell thing, they've been keeping an eye out for us.

Why, just this Tuesday I had gone for a walk to get that damn Calypso stuff out of my head (more on THAT later), and who do I run into but some psylocks from that school across town, Warlock High! They were pissed about the whole "us kicking their ass at ninjaball last August" thing. Well, since I still get kind of touchy upon mention of Wily, the former team captain (who has apparently disappeared somewhere for the last few months), and since Gryphon was incessently yelling "WATCH OUT!!! ENEMY!!! WAAAOAOAOAOOOOHHH!!!", I had little choice but to hit them with a few rocks I had floating alongside for just such a purpose. So then they counter with their warlock time and space distortion shit, and the stage is set for a badass fight.

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Ed Raymond shows up with his psycurity ninnys and is whining about how "Blah blah blah, you can't fight off campus, blah blah blah, you just broke the jaw of the nephew of the dean, blah blah blah, I'm a stupid jerkface, you're gonna go into a dark room if you don't stop fighting, blah blah blah, who threw that lamppost, etc." So then I grudgingly went back to campus in a psy squad car, all the while the crazy Calypso music permeating my mind with thoughts of funk, beer, and Sugar corporations.

I keep a handful of chicken flavored potato chips around just in case Raye needs persuading, but I'd give them all over (peaceful solution) if her and Ed would psy tag other people. (not peaceful solution) Ed gives his little threats about hearing songs forever in insane asylums, which is all good and well. But have you ever had your joints ALL dislocate at once, and slowly pull away from each other? I still remember a few things that I learned back at Omega project, so let's leave Ender alone. Because it's pretty easy for him to smash things, even to music.

Man, listen to me! I got some bad rage karma tonight. Gryphon must have been talking in my sleep again. That little bastard is gonna try to get me to rob that liquor store, I bet. He doesn't even have a mouth with which to drink the schnoz. He talks all bad, but you know what he got me to pick up the last time? Zima and wine coolers. On the outside he's a big, tough, shrill little power enhancer/restrictor. But between us, he reads that Ouija board magazine and wants to be a horseshoe. On a pretty horse ridden by a princess. With flowers in her hair and a purple dress. Gleefully giggling for all eternity. Pansy.
 

2002-1-22   Ender

I'm beginning to think being in trouble is normal.

Thanks to what I pulled in my little "between roads" stunt, I don't have to worry about being expelled or killed by the FACULTY, but I'm thinking maybe I should've included some "alterations" to prevent students from doing the same. I think Tesla finally brought to my attention that, besides Raye Lynn (and Bad Andy, I guess), pretty much the entire school is either terrified of me or completely pissed at me.

So I apologize. And this time it seriously wasn't my fault! I was freakin asleep! And I'd come to shake your hand or maybe let you hit me except, oh wait, my legs are broken.

Anyhoo, I am now the master (well, I always was), and the restrictors ar ekind of like my pets. They have to do what I say, or I will take them off and they will have no power. The other (Sabine usually), is greatly chuffed and gets this attitude to her, like they are helping me to punish the stupid upstart. But that usually leads to childlike bitching between then two and I then have to take both of them off and put them in a corner under a blanket until they shut up.

At these times I sometimes get worried that I will get jumped by something that I would normally be able to kill or maim with the restrictors. They enhance my natural strength by a factor of ten or so, and if they knew that, they could probably blackmail me somehow. Oh, the power the give! It was, after all, Sabine that allowed me travel between alternate realities. And Gryphon really helped out with that corvette group we blew the hell out of in my Valkyrie.

But other than that, I am healing nicely. I took the time to work some krezner puzzles, so my psychic skills are a little bit better. I psytagged one of the infirmary nurses:

"When we grew up and went to school,
there were certain teachers who
would hurt the children
any way they could.

"By pouring their derision upon anything we did,
exposing every weakness,
however carefully hid,
by the kids."

It turns out she was psychic for some reason and shot back with the next part, which I cannot get out of my mind. Raye!!!

"But in town it was well known
when they went home at night their fat, psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives!"
"But in town it was well known
when they went home at night their fat, psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives!"
"But in town it was well known
when they went home at night their fat, psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives!"
"But in town it was well known
when they went home at night their fat, psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives!"
"But in town it was well known
when they went home at night their fat, psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives!"


RAYE!!!!!!
 

2002-1-27   Raye Lynn

I am so excited.
Late last evening, while everyone was partying at the dance, I was curled up in the catacombs of the library, digging through the shelves, looking for books to loose myself in.

And what did I find?

The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon.

No really. I did.

I read it in its entirety as the music from the dance seeped in through the walls.

The book is entitled "What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?"

It doesn't take long to read the Fourteenth Book of Bokonon. It consists of one word and a period.

This is it:
"Nothing."

AND- Grayvan Delivery Service brought to my door yesterday the most spectacular, wonderful delivery I could ever recieve: a Bokonon Calypso CD! I didn't order one, and it was sent to me by some anonymous source!
Could this be a vin-dit?
Ender says I haven't stopped purring since...

Empathy class has certainly been getting more and more peculiar, especially with the recent admission to the class.

Nap time.