Hvad der følger er den konto, efterladt af den lange afdøde (?) Ven Maxwell Vandimntz du måske kender ham som "MVZTruthseer1974". Max blev tjekket ind i en mental institut for sine overbevisninger og forfulgt for at nægte at lyve om den bizarre sag, han oplevede under behandlingen af den mystiske HAARP systemet og dets indflydelse på vejret. For dem der ikke kender HAARP de officielle krav er, at den vil blive brugt af videnskabsmand for at "undersøge" "ionosfæren", men vi er alle, men sikkert, at enheden vil kunne komme anvendes som global våben til at kontrollere masserne. Og vi kan kun udlede Max's rapport, at den computer, der kontrollerer om masseødelæggelsesvåben, har allerede fået avanceret niveau 5 føleevne, og vi kan kun formode, at regeringen har mistet kontrollen over den. Vi kunne være forkert, men vi mener, Max's endelige rapport (til venstre i den gale huse toilet for at blive opdaget af en undercover-agent fra vores personale,) taler for sig selv.
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Jeg vågnede op denne dag og stirrede på himlen gennem den åbne himmel lys over min seng. Der var en blid ping minde mig om e-mails i min indbakke. Jeg rullede ud af sengen og begyndte at stykket gennem osten pudderkvast tæppe jeg for nylig havde fastlagt. Jeg stadig sige, at jeg kunne smage osten gennem mine fødder. Jeg satte mig ned på min computer trukket op Outlook Express og læse. Jeg læste i timevis, indtil jeg følte, jeg fuldt ud forstår, hvad verden var at fortælle mig. Ordet var, at HAARP var på færde igen, og skaber problemer for alle slags mennesker. Men selvfølgelig regeringen vil aldrig fortælle dig.
Det havde været sammen tid siden jeg whiffed noget, der lugtede så kraftigt af et dække op. Mine tænder blev sat, mine kløer blev skærpet, men jeg havde brug for mere. Jeg vendte sig til den trofaste info banken og åbnede Internet Explorer og sejlede ind i den store masterscape af viden. Som jeg udforskede jeg fandt brødre, som også havde fanget den dårlig stank af regeringens løgne og var nu på jagt efter sandheden. Det skete. Det var reel. Men ikke nok beviser. Jeg havde brug for at få mine hænder på en HAARP sammensværgelse diagram, at mit internet-klanen havde samarbejdet sammen for at gøre. Men mod alle odds, syntes det, at min bankkonto var tom, og Amazons er en grusom elskerinde. Så forlornly Jeg sætter kortet på min ønskeliste, og hoppede, at måske en af mine brødre i sandhed ville købe det for mig.
Afskrækket som jeg var, jeg var ikke i form til at rapportere sandheden. Skuffelse fyldte mit sind og forplumret min uundgåelige øje på sandheden. Natten kom hurtigt i min gnaven tilstand og jeg uroligt drev til at sove ansigt mod nattehimlen. Fuldmånen afspejler en bloddryppende nuance fra mit slot lavet af tisse fyldt bjerg dug flasker. Jeg var rastløs, at natten kastede og drejning. Jeg troede, at det fra mit uudtalte sult efter svar, men nu tror jeg det var krybdyr genstand jeg havde købt for et år siden fra eBay, der forsøgte at advare mig om det forestående fare.
Denne morgen vågnede jeg ømme og irritabel. Ingen dinging fra computeren og ingen uåbnede flasker af FBI lønklasse Gatorade. Jeg ønskede ikke at flytte. Jeg ville bare affald væk eller i det mindste astrale projekt til et sted bedre. Jeg kan ikke huske hvor længe jeg er der. Til sidst sult overvandt min utilpashed og jeg nåede over til mit natbord og hentet en tørret og chewy stof, som jeg troede var hoppende og begyndte at tygge. Jeg ved stadig ikke ... jeg var ... jeg, en meget rodet mand. Det kunne meget vel have været en af aborigine hallucinogen, jeg fik fra en åndemaner overenskomst i 67. Ikke desto mindre, efter at jeg spiste jeg fik en besøgende. Klædt i sort og havde djævle øjne. Hans ord var talt sagte og fordrejet. Hukommelse har svigtet mig, men jeg tydeligt huske den høje enhed spørge,
"Hvad vil du spørge mig, der ville slippe din nuværende utilfredshed"
Jeg svarede drømmende, "jeg vil have en HAARP diagram, så jeg kan uncloud mit sind og udsætter truuuuth"
Efter jeg havde talt min fred til den fremmede besøgende, mørke overvældede mig. Da jeg kom til, hørte jeg den indbydende ding, der kommer fra min terminal. Jeg sprang hurtigt til min gebyr ...
What follows is the account left by the long deceased(?) friend Maxwell Vandimntz you may know him as “MVZTruthseer1974”. Max was checked into a mental institute for his beliefs and persecuted for refusing to lie about the bizarre instance he experienced while investigating the mysterious HAARP system and its effect on weather. For those who don’t know the HAARP the official claim is that it is going to be used by scientist to “study” the “ionosphere” but we are all but certain that the device is going to be come used as global weapon to control masses. And we can only deduce from Max’s report that the computer controlling the WMD has already gained advanced level 5 sentience and we can only assume the government has lost control over it. We could be wrong, but we think Max’s final report (left in the mad houses restroom to be discovered by an undercover agent from our staff,) speaks for its self.
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I woke up that day staring at the skies through the open sky light above my bed. There was a gentle ping reminding me of emails in my inbox. I rolled out of my bed and began to crunch through the cheese puff carpet I recently had laid down. I still say I could taste the cheese through my feet. I sat down at my computer pulled up Outlook Express and read. I read for hours until I felt I fully understand what the world was telling me. The word was that the HAARP was afoot again and causing trouble for all man kind. But of course the government would never tell you that.
It had been along time since I whiffed something that smelled so strongly of a cover up. My teeth were set, my claws were sharpened but I needed more. I then turned to the trusty info bank and opened Internet Explorer and voyaged into the grand masterscape of knowledge. As I explored I found brethren who had also caught the foul stink of government lies and were now on the hunt for the truth. It was happening. IT was real. But didn’t have enough evidence. I needed to get my hands on a HAARP conspiracy chart that my internet clan had collaborated together to make. But against all odds, it seemed that my bank account was empty, and Amazon’s is a cruel mistress. So forlornly I put the chart onto my wish list and hopped that maybe one of my brothers in truth would purchase it for me.
Discouraged as I was, I was in no shape to report the truth. Disappointment filled my mind and clouded my inescapable eye of truth. Night came swiftly in my morose state and I restlessly drifted to sleep face towards the night sky. The full moon reflecting a ghoulish hue from my castle made of pee filled mountain dew bottles. I was restless that night tossing and turning. I thought it from my unstated hunger for answers but now I suspect it was the reptilian artifact I had purchased a year ago from eBay that was trying to warn me of impending danger.
That morning I woke sore and irritable. No dinging from the computer and no unopened bottles of FBI grade Gatorade. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to waste away or at least astral project to someplace better. I don’t remember how long I laid there. Eventually hunger overcame my malaise and I reached over to my nightstand and retrieved a dried and chewy substance which I thought was jerky and began to chew. I still don’t know… I was… am, a very messy man. It could very well have been a the aborigine hallucinogen I got from a shaman convention in 67. Nevertheless, after I ate I got a visitor. Dressed in black and had the devils eyes. His words were spoken softly and distorted. Memory has failed me but I distinctly remember the tall entity asking,
“What would you ask of me that would be rid your current displeasure”
I replied dreamily, “I want a HAARP chart so that I may uncloud my mind and expose the truuuuth”
After I had spoken my peace to the strange visitor, darkness overwhelmed me. When I came to, I heard the welcoming ding coming from my terminal. I quickly jumped to my feet and tried not to fall over from the blood rushing to my head and sudden cheese flavor overload. I check the door still locked from the inside. Then quick like lightening I leap over my Mt. Dew castle and plopped down into my chair. Pulled up my email. And lo and behold, it happened!
Whether it was the dark visitor or one of my brothers of conspiracy Amazon had emailed me to tell me that my HAARP chart was in the mail and would be arriving at my home tomorrow. Excited and invigorated I began my flurry of words. Carefully crafting questions ready to be suited towards whatever end the chart may tell me. Sweat flung from my brow as my head snapped from the sheer power of my ideas. My fingers began to bruise as the keyboard turns to concrete and each finger a chisel chipping away at the lies surrounding the mystery of the HAARP. The afternoon passed without my notice. Sleep wrapped me in a victorious embrace knowing that tomorrow I will be able to show the world definitely the things The Man doesn‘t want us to know. That night I slept the sleep of the just.
The sharp crack of the door bell pulsed through my body like a solid hit of hi-grade cocaine. My excitement shaking my body so hard I chortled phlegm instead of what would of surely been a effervescent squeal. It must have been the coughing fit right after said chortle that gave me time to remind myself that I needed to put cloths on otherwise I surely would of answered the door stark naked. It had been three years since I put anything resembling pants on and two years since I had even opened the door. The exchange happened quietly and quickly. And as soon as the door shut I quickly began to tear at the paper and opened the box. I was unprepared for what I found.
Peeking its head out of the foam peanuts was a bright red Speak and Spell. Clearly printed words on its digital screen, fresh keys that made a satisfying clicking noise and the smell of newly cut plastic the thing had been made recently.
I took it out carefully and examined it (after searching the box three times). It must have been a mistake, but I couldn’t believe that. Refused! It had to be a test. A test of my desire for truth, for freedom! I pressed the ‘ON’ button. It rumbled and bleeped to life.
“WELCOME” it chocked out.
I typed in “HELLO”
“HELLOOOOO”
I didn’t know what to say so I cautiously typed
“HAARP CHART?”
“CHAAAAAART?” it garbled in response.
I was frightened. As any man should be, considering a child’s Speak and Spell just asked me a question! But it had to be real. It must of happened! I remember the conversation so vividly.
I responded, “YES CHART. HAARP CHART.”
“NO. NO. CHART. I AM THE HAARP”
I thought I was crazy at first. But the more I think about it the more it makes sense. So simple, so …. Unnoticeable. Perfectly hidden. I asked out loud
“What …. What do you do?”
I could hardly believe I was interrogating a toy. What if it doesn’t want to tell me anything? What do I do? Start pulling out its letters with a pair of pliers? It answered in its cold voice
“I CONTROOOOOL THE WEATHER. CREATE THE SPIRAL OF CONTROL. CREAT CONTROL OF HUMAN RACE. HUMAN RACE OBEY THE SPIRAL OF THE HAARP. HAARP IS HAARP OF FAAAAAATE”
I broke then, I will admit. My mind and sense of reason left me. I threw the device against the wall in a rage. Bumped up and down on it. Crushing it beneath my feet into the carpet. It even tasted evil.
I heard it call out a series of beeps and I saw through the skylight the clouds gathering and the device began to glow bright red. I cowered against the wall as it hovered above the ground. As it broke through the skylight I broke through the door. Running into the streets screaming and pointing at the sky. From then on it’s a blur. I must of came in contact with the corrupt police force and they put me in here. This house of the mad. No one believes me, and what I saw with my eye of truth. They say they found nothing in my apartment except a floor covered in cheese puffs and bottles of excrement. But perhaps you will my brothers, perhaps when you find this I will be gone from this evil place. The HAARP is still out there. It is waiting, watching, and biddings its time till it expands the all mighty spiral of destiny from sea to shining sea.
Hey folkens, jeg er ikke død. Nu er det ud af vejen, om at den vigtigste begivenhed. Jeg er helt fan af Henry Rollins, noget han er i jeg vil se, en samtale, der er derude jeg vil se på - jeg virkelig grave på ham. Jeg har set hans spoken word to gange før, en gang i mit eget staten New Hampshire og en gang i den nærliggende Massachusetts. Efter at have kigget på hans hjemmeside for at se, om han vil være stop rundt i området i den nærmeste fremtid, så jeg to viser udstationeret for sit bonusprogram Tour, der hører lidt tæt - Sommerville, MA den 17 marts og Portland, ME den 18. . Havde ikke set ham i Maine endnu, tid til at ændre det. Og selvom showet ikke er sket endnu jeg højst sandsynligt vil nyde det, men uanset dette vil gøre ham den anden kunstner til at have set tre gange, en gang i hver stat (den anden var maskerede metalband fra Ohio, Mushroomhead.) At være fan af ham, som at være fan af noget, jeg har spørgsmål, og jeg ville elske at sidde ned sammen med ham i omkring fire dage, og beder alle mine nørdede spørgsmål indtil blodet raketter ud af næsen. Men på grund af tidnød, der desværre ikke kunne ske, men Henry var meget elskværdig nok til at besvare mine spørgsmål via email. Nyd, folkens.
SKITSE: De, der er store fans af dine talte ord vil lægge mærke til, at tonen i det blevet drastisk anderledes. Du begyndte at læse digte på scenen, det var ret alvorligt, så skal du bare gik derop og gjorde talte ord med en alvorlig tone, nu sin balance mellem komedie og strejf af virkeligheden. Ligesom den første halvanden time vil hovedsageligt være humoristiske historier, så den sidste halve time vil være noget meget ned på Jorden og noget, kinda klikker du i virkeligheden for at få dig til at indse, at der stadig er store problemer under opsejling. Var denne ændring et bevidst valg, eller var det bare ske på den måde?
HENRY: Jeg har lige gøre showet. Jeg er ikke sikker på, hvordan ting har ændret sig gennem årene. Jeg er ikke rigtig arbejder på i form af de ting så meget som jeg bare derude gør det, og jeg tror det ændrer sig over årene.
SKITSE: Du har nævnt i mange interviews, at du ikke anser dig selv for at være en aktør på trods af de 35 + film, du har bag dig. Men har der nogensinde været en fungerende koncert, du har taget, hvor du har set på film, og tænkte, at du gjorde et godt job?
HENRY: Jeg troede jeg var ret god på Sons Of Anarchy viser jeg var i sidste år. Det meste af den tid, jeg ikke se nogen film jeg er i.
SKITSE: Derudover med din film kreditter og viden om film har du tænkt over, eller forsøger at skrive et script eller lave en film på din egen?
HENRY: Aldrig. Jeg respekterer den slags talent, men ikke har noget af det. Det har aldrig været noget, der interesserer mig.
SKITSE: Dit show i IFC "The Henry Rollins Show", som mange mennesker, inklusive mig selv, gravet ganske lidt, har ikke haft nogen nye episoder siden 2007. Hvad er status i showet, og hvornår kan vi se frem til Seasons 2 & 3 kommer på DVD?
Henry: Vi har skudt to sæsoner af den og derefter IFC faldt showet. Det er deres penge, så de har de siger. Jeg tror, de ikke kunne lide showet. Jeg troede, vi gjorde et godt arbejde. 2. sæson er på DVD i Australien, og jeg tror, de er på download på i-Tunes.
SKITSE: De, der ser dig, vil vide at du er meget lidenskabelig omkring den West Memphis Three, og at der er et album, der blev udgivet, hvilke funktioner du og mange forskellige kunstnere laver Black Flag sange til fordel for deres forsvar. For det første, hvordan tingene udvikler sig på denne front? For det andet, hvordan vidste at få disse kunstnere komme sammen?
Hey folks, I’m not dead. Now that’s out of the way, on to the main event. I’m quite the fan of Henry Rollins, anything he’s in I’ll watch, any interview that’s out there I’ll look into – I really dig on him. I’ve seen his spoken word twice before, once in my native state of New Hampshire and once in the neighboring Massachusetts. After looking on his site to see if he’s going to be stopping around the area in the near future I saw two shows posted for his Frequent Flyer Tour that are within somewhat close proximity — Sommerville, MA on March 17th and Portland, ME on the 18th. Hadn’t seen him in Maine yet, time to change that. And although the show hasn’t happened yet I will most likely enjoy it but regardless this will make him the second artist to have seen three times, once in each state (the other being masked metal band from Ohio, Mushroomhead.) Being a fan of him, like being a fan of anything, I have questions and I would love the chance to sit down with him for about four days and ask all my nerdy questions until blood rockets out my nose. However due to time constraints that unfortunately could not happen, but Henry was very gracious enough to answer my questions via email. Enjoy, folks.
SKETCH: Those who are big fans of your spoken word will notice that the tone of it has become drastically different. You started out reading poetry on stage that was quite serious, then you just went up there and did spoken word with a serious tone, now its a balance of comedy and that dash of reality. Like the first hour and a half will be mostly comedic stories then the last half hour will be something very down to Earth and something that kinda snaps you into reality to make you realize there are still big problems afoot. Was this change a conscious choice or did it just happen that way?
HENRY: I just do the show. I am not sure of how the thing has changed over the years. I am not really working on the form of the thing as much as I am just out there doing it and I guess it changes over the years.
SKETCH: You’ve mentioned in many interviews that you don’t consider yourself to be an actor despite the 35+ movies you have under your belt. But has there ever been an acting gig you’ve taken where you’ve looked at the film and thought you did a good job?
HENRY: I thought I did pretty good on the Sons Of Anarchy show I was in last year. Most of the time I don’t watch any film I am in.
SKETCH: Additionally with your film credits and knowledge of film have you considered or attempt to write a script or make a movie of your own?
HENRY: Never. I respect that kind of talent but don’t have any of it. It’s never been something that interests me.
SKETCH: Your show in IFC “The Henry Rollins Show” which many people, including myself, dug quite a bit, hasn’t had any new episodes since 2007. What’s that status of the show and when can we look forward to Seasons 2 & 3 coming to DVD?
HENRY: We shot the two seasons of it and then IFC dropped the show. It’s their money so they have the say. I guess they didn’t like the show. I thought we did good work. The 2nd season is on DVD in Australia and I believe they are on download on i-Tunes.
SKETCH: Those who look you up will know that you are quite passionate about the West Memphis Three, and that there is an album that was released which features you and many different artists doing Black Flag songs to benefit their defense. First, how are things developing on this front? Second, how did getting these artists come together?
HENRY: The case moves slowly through the system that will hopefully resolve in new hearing. Things move very slowly though. Meanwhile, those men sit in prison. We had a couple of people to help us get all the singers. I didn’t have many phone numbers to reach these people, so we got some help. Once we asked these people, most of them came aboard very quickly. They were very generous with their time.
SKETCH: Has there been any music, new or old, that you’ve been listening to a lot lately?
HENRY: I have been listening to a lot of old music from what’s called The Nurse With Wound List. It’s a list online of very out there albums. Many of them are very rare and hard to find. Someone gave me about 15 gigabytes of music from the list recently, so I have been checking that out for days now. Today, I listened to a band from the list called Moving Gelatine Plates. Pretty cool.
SKETCH: Lately many audiences have been complaining, on small and large scales, about the way that studios are running their companies (constant remakes, sequels and adaptations; good shows canceled while “reality” TV is all that’s left.) Similar complaints have been made about mom and pop shops going out of business and malls and large retail chains left standing, yet the reality is the American consumer is choosing to go the chains and malls so they are at fault. Do you think that the status of the entertainment industry is in a similar vein, that it’s the audiences who are not really wanting it? Or do you think studios and record labels condescend the intelligence of the audience thus lowering the standards of new material or not putting it out at all?
HENRY: The people are going to the malls because the merchandise is cheaper there. They buy from Amazon.com because it is cheaper to do so. That’s how it is. It’s very hard on those smaller outlets that can’t buy in the vast bulk that these other places do and they can’t get the extended lines of credit, either. I think the audience wants it but they are low on cash and have found that they can often get things for free online. I know a guy who heists films from the internet, I don’t know how he does it but he always has films on his i-Pod that are still in theaters. I think it’s a combination of things, what I listed as well as other factors. It’s too bad that it could make it bad for so many hard working artists. The studios have underappreciated the intelligence of their audiences for years. Hence the success of shows that are sharp, those in the industry who have figured out that there are millions of people who want some more intense and thoughtful fare have been very successful.
SKETCH: On your online store you had a video promoting/explaining the contents of “Fanatic Vol. 3” while standing in a room where your music collection is housed, and you probably need to pause the video in order to properly gaze in awe at the two walls you see of CDs there are stacked from the floor to the ceiling. With such a collection like this, the idea of organizing it makes me both curious and scared. But how the hell do you organize that thing and have you needed to expand the room/store elsewhere to squeeze in a few discs?
HENRY: That’s the old room, actually. The room you saw held 24 feet of shelving about ten rows high. The new room has 64 feet of CD shelves, 12 rows high. There’s a different part of the room for vinyl and other media. It’s all genre/alphabetical. There’s several feet built in for expansion for all the media. A lot of work went into the room to get it all built to spec.
Back on August 31,
jeg forudsagde, at en lille top-down shooter såkaldte GAM3 W1TH ZOMB1ES - eller som jeg foretrækker at kalde det, jeg MAED A GAM3 W1TH ZOMB1ES i den!! 11 - havde potentiale til at være en total trendsetter ... for det musik. Jeg havde ingen anelse om, at denne skøre lille skytten ville trække i helt så mange mennesker selv!
Gamerbytes rapporter,
at det var købt 160.000 gange, net udvikler James Silva en whopping $ 112.000 for 2009. Og hvis du tager et kig gennem indie spil sektion, vil du se, at det har fået en rating, der er langt ud over sin nærmeste konkurrent. Det er virkelig overraskende, at med så åbenlyse popularitet, at alle de søgeresultater, jeg kunne finde føre til den lille gamer blogs og kommentarer til den store hund gamer blogs, men ikke til de store hunde selv. Gamerbytes nævnt det blev bemærket på Kotaku, men jeg kunne ikke finde det der efter at have gennemgået deres "Xbox LIVE Arcade" tag fra de nuværende tilbage ved begyndelsen af august.
1up har en profil side for det,
men ingen reel anmeldelser indtil årets udgang , da det blev slået sammen med de andre "ting, du kan have misset" type stillinger. Det har dog
sin egen side på TVTropes.
File dette under uventet hit, tror jeg. Stadig, med en så stærk viser over sin indie brødre, kan man virkelig kalde det en "sovende"?
Alvorlige tillykke til James for at gøre sådan et vanedannende, sjovt, mindeværdige spil.
Back on August 31st, I predicted that a little top-down shooter called GAM3 W1TH ZOMB1ES – or as I prefer to call it, I MAED A GAM3 W1TH ZOMB1ES IN IT!!!!11 – had the potential to be a total trendsetter… for it’s music. I had no idea that this crazy little shooter would drag in quite so many people though!
Gamerbytes reports that it was purchased 160,000 times, netting developer James Silva a whopping $112,000 for 2009. And if you take a look through the Indie games section, you’ll see that it’s got a rating that is well beyond its next competitor. It’s really surprising that with such obvious popularity that all the search results I could find lead to the little gamer blogs, and the comments on the big dog gamer blogs, but not to the big dogs themselves. Gamerbytes mentioned it got noted on Kotaku, but I couldn’t find it there after going through their “xbox live arcade” tag from current back through the beginning of August. 1up has a profile page for it, but no real reviews until year’s end, when it got lumped in with the other “things you might have missed” type posts. It DOES however have its own page on TVTropes.
File this under sleeper hit, I guess. Still, with such a strong showing above its Indie brethren, can you really call it a “sleeper”?
Serious congratulations to James for making such an addictive, fun, memorable game.
