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Woah!
Posted Nov 30, 2003
I don't have a parenthetical comment! I'm not Afgncaap5(Come see CLI at Axxxxxx), and I'm not Afgncaap5(Sign the petition for !), and I'm not even Afgncaap5(This space for rent). I'm just Afgncaap5. You can call me Affy.
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm just trying to post things so that I can get rid of the journal entry that's causing me to have an incredibly long h2g2 user space. Gotta get rid of it somehow.
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We interrupt this quest for a journal entry....
Posted Nov 15, 2003
Those of you looking for the journal entry with the message about the missing me quest, don't panic! It's the one right before this one. Normally I wouldn't do something to abstruct an adventure like this, but I feel that it's warranted, and I want to write something about this before my zeal diminishes.
Now, I don't do this too often but....I'm going to praise a TV show. Up until now, this had pretty much just been a show that I'd really liked, but tonight's episode was fantastic.
Joan Of Arcadia tonight....man....that was deep. Very rarely does a TV show take much of a religious stance, and when it does it carefully makes sure that it doesn't take many religious sides. Even Touched By An Angel, a very moral (and not bad) show refuses to say some things.
But this episode of JOA actually came out and took a stance, and said that there is, in fact, a Devil. Now, this seems like a natural thing if you've never thought about it, but believe me: most of the people who watch most of the garbage on TV don't believe in the Devil. Some of them partially believe in God (well, their own version of what they wish God was like. A Mcgod, if you will). More people than that believe in Heaven (it's amazing the people who believe in Heaven without believing in a divine creator to put Heaven where it is). Fewer people believe in The Other Place (you know the one that I'm talking about. I normally don't shrink from saying it's name when I'm referring to it as a place instead of as a swear word (there IS a difference), but I don't know what the current moderation standards are). People enjoy believing in a Mcgod who'll let everyone into the McHeaven for "thinking that they're a pretty good person." But they know that there are some people who they don't wanna party with beyond the Pearly Drivethru, so...."Sure, Mcgod, send Hitler, Mussilinni, and my evil boss to the other place! Won't miss 'em."
But this show said that the Devil exists. THAT was a brave move. People who weren't already angry at this show are going to become angry, and that's the type of artistic integrity that television's been lacking! No one likes the idea of there being some untangible force who commands an army of fallen angels, instructing them all to attack God by tempting the spoiled little humans. It puts a layer of "control" over their lives that people (for some strange, unusual reason) see as less control than that of an omnipotent omniscient God. Oh, wait, that's right, they believe in Mcgod, sorry....I wonder if this'll be moderated....
Anyway, the fact that they took a religious stance is irrelevant....well, okay, not irrelevant, it's very relevant to people on both sides of the arguments discussed in that show. But what I'M trying to point out is that this show did something that every PR Agent in America will tell you will step on toes.
Imagine a future where people will watch one show on NBC that promotes gun control laws and the death penalty. Then, thirty minutes later, NBC showed a TV show that was opposed to gun control laws and the death penalty. If that was the case, and the other TV shows on most channels followed suit, Television might actually become a receptacle for decent intelligent thought!
Wouldn't that be a wonderful world? If television would stop pummeling the mind with shallow comedies, maybe I'd watch it more often. There's still a place for shallow half-hour comedies, and it's about time that Comedy Central got rid of some of its current work. I mean, "Crank Yankers"? I've watched maybe a minute of that show....can't stand it....
Anyway, that's what I wanted to talk about today. In the episode, Joan (who, if you've never seen the show, receives strange tasks from God on a regular basis) was instructed to do something horrible by an entity "claiming" to be God. It was neat. And the writers didn't wimp out on really hurting the main characters. Most of them were obviously angry and sad by the end of the show. And not just the usual "I'm An Actor Wearing My Sad Mask" sad. It rocked. THIS is drama.
And if you're curious, I believe in the Devil. 
And now, back to your regularly scheduled adventure.
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The Monitor Deciphers The Message
Posted May 24, 2003
*The monitor whizzes and beeps. The garbled message is translated slowly. However, within a reasonable amount of time, the transmission has been succesfully debugged*
A SERIES OF MESSAGES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:
TIMELESS VOID, PRE-BIG BANG
What have I done? What on Earth have I done? It’s all dark. And cold. I don’t know who or what I am. His voice tells me that it’s okay, though. He’s here for me now. He’s telling me that I have the ability to get out of this. I don’t want to leave Him, though. He says that I must, that it isn’t the time or the place. He chuckles and notes how it isn’t any time or place at all. I chuckle back. What ability? What do I have? Have? I have a body! A form, an existence is in my possession! But there’s more....this form has the ability to grasp, contain and control other forms! I have other possessions in and on my possession. Wait,...I can remember something...I remember places and times now...He’s telling me that I’m on the right track. He doesn’t want to interfere, because I won’t learn anything that way. I want to solve this puzzle. Puzzles? That sounds like a familiar word. Very familiar. Let’s see....I want to get back to where I was....
April 2nd, 7019 BC, 1:34 PM
Yep. I found a scientist who was interested. But not in the artifact, it seems. He was more interested in me. He was a Dr. Greklas, an alien scientist that I had never heard of before. He claimed to have a few papers on his ship, and if I would just accompany him....yeah, I know. Stupid of me. Anyway, he knocked me unconscious, tossed me into his brig, and brought me to his hideout in the year 7019 BC, not too far away from the Althian system. When I woke up, he informed me that I had beaten him to practically every galaxy-wide patent that he had ever attempted to place, and that I had driven him mad for it. Even worse, it seems that he had teamed up with other scientists who had a beef with me. Dr. Harvey, a scientist that I once refused to fund and refused to hire, because he was too mad even for my taste. The Arithmancer, a mathematician who had taken the science of mathematics to the level where it was “indistinguishable from magic,” had always been angry at me due to the fact that all of my math-based toys (like the Calcu-Gator and KLEIN, a version of mathematicians BINGO) brought me more money than his brilliant inventions, such as the Infinite Rise Processor that allows him to divide by zero without breaking any mathematical principles. This Dr. Sartasmus is an insane alchemist that I’ve had to contend with once or twice, primarily whenever I’ve had to prevent him from doing things such as created a “Philosopher’s Quantum Bomb” that would turn all of the base metals in the Universe into gold, effectively destroying the economy on most planets. Finally, there’s a “scientist” named Greg here. He was an unfriendly acquaintance of mine during my school days. He wanted to be a mad scientist, but could never really amount to much more than an angry assistant. Anyway, it seems that I am currently at the mercy of five insane scientists, each of which wants to destroy me in the most painful way possible. Thankfully, they’ve not thought to search me yet (like all true mad scientists, they’re slightly absent minded), but I don’t know how long I can wait. Just wish that I hadn’t left the artifact in Dr. Greklas’ spaceship...
October 30th, 2034 BC, 3:19 PM
Okay, so the Coalition of Terror actually has a pretty decent plan for once. They jumped to the same conclusion that I did about the Zobinks in that this is an alien race that will 1) advance quickly, and 2) therefore be more advanced than pretty much everything else around Earth’s corner of the Galaxy after they’ve had a couple of thousand years to progress. Even advancing at a fourth of the rate that humanity does, these guys could probably conquer our little corner of the Milky Way with no problems at all. Anyway, here’s their plan: the Coalition of Terror wishes to alter Zobink history in the most minute way possible: by creating advanced structures beneath the world’s surface. They made a few assumptions based on current archaeological dig sites, and located a spot that will most likely be discovered very soon. They will then leave evidence in these sites, referencing the various members of the Coalition of Terror in their, leaving some vague prophecy about when the Coalition’s members will return as “elders.” Then they’re going to pop out of some “ancient” hiding places, and rake in a bunch of cash from the Zobinks based on their publicity, and make a bid to borrow some of their technology. Okay, first I have to say that I’ve really underestimated these guys: they aren’t dumb enough to believe that they could conquer the planet with a scheme like this, and they do know that quick celebrities can often make quick cash. However, I also have to say that they still fall for the “tell me your plan now that I’m your prisoner” ploy. Heh-heh-heh....
September 7th, 823 BC, 9:20 AM
Surprisingly, it seems as if the Coalition Of Terror actually has their act together for once. These three loons were unlocking a few of the artifact’s secrets right about the time that Julie turned me over to them two hours ago (or 2819 years, seven months, sixteen days, eleven hours, and seven minutes in the future, if I’m doing my math right), and they already got it to do something. In case you haven’t figured it out, they discovered that this device is capable of time travel. However, they didn’t really know what to look for. I was watching the device when they activated it, and it was surrounded by some weird, mystical aura. What I saw, you see, was that the aura was only covering about an eighth of the artifact. Unless I miss my guess, this thing has a lot more that it can accomplish than just simple time travel. Anyway, these morons haven’t really searched me yet, so they haven’t taken this journal away. As soon as it looks like I might loose it, this thing is designed to transmit all the entries back to h2g2 at some point. I’ll try to get the messages back to when I started this mission, but it’s entirely possible that I’ll be off by weeks, months, or even a year or two. Haven’t fully tested this thing yet. Oh, and for the record: the Coalition of Terror and I are currently orbiting in their ship above some fairly advanced alien world. I’ve never heard of these people before, the Zobinks, but they’ve got some pretty up to date stuff. I mean, these guys are already more advanced than most of the technology that S.T.U.M.P.E.D. has in my own time, and they’ve got almost 3000 years to continue advancing before any true comparison can even be made! Anyway, I’ll keep you posted.
December 29th, 2002 AD, 3:00 AM
I just checked the time. Three o'clock in the morning. I think that I’m more obsessed with this current project than ever. I mean, really. Three o’clock? Three? That’s....okay, it’s not that uncommon here at CLI during our more hectic weeks. But I haven’t slept the previous few days. I at least took Christmas off, but I wasn’t even able to do more than sleep in my quarters. I’ve barely seen or spoken to any of my friends around h2g2 lately. Not been to Lil’s in quite some time, or Irv’s Cafe or Joanna’s Stall in even longer. And the Gam Room? Is that place still open?
I don’t even know what it is that I’m working on, here. The scientist in me can sense a major breakthrough. The adventurer in me can smell the possibility of fantastic new experiences. The greedy businessman in me knows for a fact that there’s a profit to be made here. Virtually every aspect of my being tells me that I’m on the right track. But there was no subway map before I got on, you see. It doesn’t help that my train of thought keeps derailing, mind you, but that just means that I have to switch tracks and try to catch another train going in the same direction. Or something along those lines.
Anyway, I’ve decided to keep a log of all of my progress at this point. In the event that I’m missing something. Finally got those darn service robots to just deliver food regularly without having them complain about my mental state of being, at least.
January 2nd, 2003 AD, 5:32 PM
I’VE DISCOVERED EVEN MORE POWERS OF THE ARTIFACT! Sorry, lemme bring you up to speed: the mad scientists couldn’t figure out what on Earth they were going to do with me. Each one insisted that they had the greatest right to revenge against me, and that they should be allowed to use me in their respective experiments. Then they got into little “verbal wars” where they would laugh at the experiments of the other scientists and then take offense at the fact that the other scientists laughed at themselves. I have never in my life heard so many long, boring speeches containing that many alliterative insults in one place before. Anyway, I kept going over how I left the artifact in Greklas’ spaceship, kicking myself for letting it out of my sight for even a second, when it suddenly popped into place! Believe me, I teleported back to roughly my own time period as soon as I got my hands on it! In the experiments I’ve done since then (I’ve been working from my hollow tree in the Magick Forest so that I don’t run into myself at the labs), I’ve determined a kind of “find the owner” function in the artifact. In short, it will teleport to its owner when the owner concentrates on longing that the artifact was with them. About three-eighths of the artifact was activated whenever I attempted this, leaving only four-fifths of the artifact’s powers to be discovered. I’ve gotta focus on this thing. The artifact is definitely a temporal-spatial transportation convenience device, and what I was working on in the labs must be related to it somehow. I’m betting that I was working feverishly on my research due to subconsciously remembered data on this thing. Anyway, it can’t be long until I figure it out now.
January 10th, 2003 AD, 4:13 PM
Massive breakthrough today! I don’t know what it means, but I can relate this much information: I’ve been having the computer go over my work periodically, just in case I miss something (and also because I’ve been falling asleep at the workbench a lot lately). Anyway, while I was sleeping, I must have accidentally entered a cross-reference command at the keyboard. The computer started beeping just a few hours ago, waking me up and giving me this data: the project was working with a mathematical expression not unlike that of an artifact that I found once. At the time, I hadn’t considered the artifact to be valuable, so I sold it to my on-off girlfriend, Julie. You know, Julie, right? She’s that bounty hunter who breaks up with me once every few months so that she can try to capture me and turn me in for whatever the largest bounty on my head is. Anyway, I sold it to Julie. I need to find her, even though she’s off working. If this project is to continue, I need to find the artifact, and she’s the best link to it. I’ll probably be back in no time at all, so I shouldn’t even have to leave a note or anything.
January 23rd, 2003 AD, 8:27 PM
Well, I found Julie. Yep. Sure did. As it turns out, she sold the artifact to a group of tough customers called The Coalition Of Terror. Well, okay, they aren’t so tough. But I’ve tangled with them before, and they didn’t like me after that. So, guess what? Yep. Julie hears that they’ve offered a bounty for me, and she actually managed to capture me this time around. On the plus side, she only turned me in because these are the people that she sold the artifact to, and that she’s pretty confident that I can escape. You know, as much as I respect the fact that she’s really devoted to her career choice, you’d think that she could ease up on me, ya know. So what if I’ve angered a good fifth of every evil dictator, crime syndicate, ancient terror, and supervillain in the Alpha and Gamma quadrants? Oh, well. She’s right about the fact that it shouldn’t take too much to escape from these guys, I guess. Might as well make the best of it. Shouldn’t be *too* hard to escape from A1059743.
March 15th, 2005 AD, 8:37 PM
Good news/bad news time. Good news first: I discovered the rest of the device’s powers. The final half of the device is devoted entirely to Omniversal Shifting! I turned it on, BANG! I was outside of everything, in a dark void of nothingness! I WAS FLOATING ADRIFT OUTSIDE OF THE SPACE/TIME CONTINUUM! It took me a while to really grasp what was going on, because I was in a form of mental shock. My electronic journal was left on, for some reason. I’ll listen to hear if I said anything to it later. Anyway, when I regained my composure, I realized what had happened, and (as far as I can tell) blasted myself back into the time/space stream. Now for the bad news: I was noticed when I came back. I was captured by a group of aliens who had joined forces to create a group called B.E.T.T.E. (Badnick Extra-Terrestrials Terrorizing Earth). I’d already met three members of the group: one of them was the nameless Althian Bounty Hunter who was my first true supervillainous enemy when I entered the Galactic ring of mad scientists on that fateful day in Joanna’s donut stall. The other two were Stephanie and Tusk, the Universe’s most ruthless baby sitters. I generally only encountered them through S.T.U.M.P.E.D., on times when The Krylma Leader would go on extended vacations and wanted someone to watch the other super villains. Aside from The Krylma Leader, they’re generally disliked by the members of S.T.U.M.P.E.D. at large, but they get along all right. Tusk provides the brute force, Stephanie provides the necessary thinking and plotting required to be a baby-sitter (who once “baby-sat” for Cthullhu, I believe. She was rather successful, judging by how she’s still alive and all). I’ll never forget the time that she placed a bounty on my head in the form of a pop-up book that had a misprint within detailing a 100% guaranteed method of conquering Earth. The S.T.U.M.P.E.D. agents went along with her pretty well then, I must say. Anyway, there’s also a Robot here (RW-X10.1029 is what it claims its name is) who wants to conquer the world for the military that created him, an alien named Zakkry Johbsor who wants to “acquire” Earth and then sell it to the highest bidder, and a strange character who calls himself “The Ancient One”, because he’s kept himself alive for several millennia by incorporating other biological life forms into himself (he says that the body I currently see him in is a specially created biological puppet that he’s controlling telepathically from his own body, a three cubic mile mass of body parts that is protected from space thanks to its exoskeleton, and propelled through it thanks to his amazing telekinetic powers gained from all of the brains that he has absorbed over the centuries). Now the thing is, they all claim that I’m going to gain their acquaintances sometime before the current date, meaning that every last one of them hates me, even though I don’t know what I did to deserve it (except in the cases of the Althian Bounty Hunter, Stephanie, and Tusk). To make matters worse, this B.E.T.T.E. organization (what is it with me and leagues of supervillains with odd names?) is actually run by fairly competent villains. They took away my artifact after searching me. They took away my journal as well, but when they copied all of the entries onto their own ship’s computer and determined that their dampening field would prevent me from transmitting messages with it, they gave it back to me. I’m going to try Recalling the artifact now, I’ll tell you how it goes.
March 16th, 2005 AD, 7:17 AM
Well, recalling it didn’t work. The Ancient One determined how to create a field that would prevent the artifact from noticing my cry for help as soon as it read my journal entries (which naturally happened before I got around to calling for it). I don’t know what to do now. I just don’t know what to do. I’ll just sit here in their brig until they think of something to do with me, I guess.
March 26th, 2005 AD, 5:43 PM
More good news/bad news time. The Intergalactic Police Force found B.E.T.T.E.’s ship, and took them off. However, I couldn’t find the artifact, and it seemed as if we were losing power. I didn’t make any journal entries in the event that I needed its batteries to open a door or something. Anyway, I was stranded here after that, fortunately the Rezrov spell still worked once the security cameras no longer posed a threat. However, I just now found the reason for all my problems: B.E.T.T.E. determined that the artifact was a more efficient power source than their normal one. They determined incorrectly, however. I’ve got this artifact back, but it’s tough to get any reaction from it. I think it has to rest and recharge its batteries, so to speak. I hope it hurries up, though, because this ship is heading towards a black hole.
February 8th, 3052 AD, 4:15 PM
Those members of the Coalition of Terror forgot that I have a perpetually memorized Rezrov spell that allows me to unlock most normal locks, and most locks protected through technology. Let’s just say that I was able to talk to the Zobinks of 823 BC before the Coalition of Terror were able to illegally scam them in 2034 BC. Anyway, I now have time to return to the experiments on the artifact. I heard that a Time Travelers convention was eventually going to be held in this year, so I came. I’m currently signed up, and checked into a nice little hotel. With any luck, I’ll be able to find some scientists who know more about this archaeological artifact than I do. If not, I can continue with just random studies.
July 17th, 10432 AD, 6:49 PM
Silly me. This is a highly advanced space craft. It had protection against black holes, thus allowing it to just result in an uncontrolled time jump. The current temporal residents are mean and nasty, though. I don’t know if society has changed for the worse, or if I’m on the opposite side of the Universe, or what (most of my maps aren’t right). But I can tell you that the artifact is almost charged. This current ship might not be able to outrun the pursuing Electrician Elite’s Imperial Fleet much longer, so I hope that it hurries up. The artifact, not the fleet.
TIMELESS VOID, POST APOCALYPSE
Dark. Cold. Just me. All alone. Hmm? He’s talking again. Just like....before? Time? What’s time? He’s chuckling now, saying that I’m not ready for this, and most people aren’t either. He’s taking somethin from me! How can I go back without it? What’s this? He’s saying that He’s sending me back somewhere, to a place that I won’t like. I can see it now! He’s sending me to....oh no. NO! NOT THERE AGAIN! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..................................
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Am I a friend of a back-stabber (yes, I'm asking you).
Posted Jul 17, 2002
Lately I've been thinking a lot about friendship and what it means to be a friend. What does a friend do? How do friends treat each other? What are friends for? These and other such quandries can sum up and pop up in weird places. These questions can be easily answered with phrases like "Friends look out for each other", or "A friend will stand by you in good times and bad."
Another question is about how to keep a friend. This is a more difficult question. Friends should be supportive of each other while looking out for each other. But let's examine a few tame scenarios before I get to the topic that I really need to think out loud about.
Let's use the tired example of a friend (female) asking you about a dress she's thinking about buying (at least I think it's a tired example. I hear it a lot, and it always seems to be a female friend, and it always seems to be a dress. It could just as easily be a male friend asking about a tuxedo, or a gender-neutral friend asking about a turban, really, but I think that I'll use the example that's already been used over and over). Your friend obviously likes the dress, but you think that it makes her look a bit overweight. Do you lie, thus ruffling no feathers but creating a narrow gap of possible embarrasment and mistrust in the future, or do you tell the truth, risking some hurt feelings from your friend, but probably maintaining morals and integrity. Most people just avoid the answer to this question. They say something like "It's okay, but what about that one over there!" Some might point towards nothing and dive into a tie rack to avoid further questions, but that's almost always a losing example.
Anyway, let's consider this example. What if the situation was more drastic. Life and death. As a bonus, the risk of losing the friendship is much greater and over a longer period of time.
No, still too soon for what I'm really talking about. I need to build up to it with a more serious example. Let's say you've got a friend who's addicted to something. Alcohol or drugs would probably be easiest for this example. You see your friends throwing their lives away. They start losing control, they spend too much money on whatever substance it is that they abuse, they lose their job, family, other friends. You could very well be their last hope. Do you risk their friendship by telling them that they've got a problem?
Yes, of course you do. That's the morally correct answer. In practice it would take people much longer to say yes, of course, but in a class room setting the knee-jerk response is yes. Even if the scenario makes your friend realize that he loves his substance more than his human friends, you can still say yes, force him into rehabilitation with the help of some friendly people in white coats, and know that once he gets out he'll most likely thank you.
I think we're ready for the real life scenario that I'm in now. The scenario that will, undoubtedly, cause much eye-rolling, sighing and shaking of the head from those who read it, even those who know me very well. I can only hope that they take this the right way, especially any friends of mine who may read this.
I've made many friends in my life. Friends from most walks of life, be it social standing, race, country and governmental structure. But the one that most troubles me is religion. I've made friends with them many. Buddhists, Muslims, Atheists, Agnostics, Jews, Wiccans, the list goes on to include Christians like myself and from other denominations and those who "believe in something, but they're not sure what yet."
Here's where I get to my quandry. My belief system commands me to try to reach out to others who do not follow my belief system. Why? Well, for a religion that intends for people to love one another it isn't very nice to see one's friends be sent to an eternal flame.
Do you see it yet? The problem? The Friendship Paradox? How can I claim to be a friend of someone if I believe that I may be condemning them to the worst of all possible fates? How can I keep a friendship with people that might be offended by the topic?
Sure. Most of my friends are pretty level headed and open minded. I think they are, any way. But how would I react to (for instance) one of my Islamic friends attempting to convert me? I probably wouldn't end my friendship with them, but I also probably wouldn't see that friend in the same light. I mean, the commandment to reach out to others is an act of love, an ultimate friendship. But a failed attempt to reach out to others is an act of isolation. It puts people on their guard, so to speak. Merely mentioning that you're a Christian to some may incite a feeling that you're trying to persecute them on some level.
I don't know. Eternal flame Vs. flaming eyes. On Earth will I have friends who glare at me and say "Take your filthy rotten belief system away from me. I'm happy with how I live"? Worse yet, how many friends won't be with me on judgement day? How many will glare at me saying "You could have told me. You called yourself a friend. I'm going to spend an eternity away from a perfect existence, probably roasting to a crisp, while you go on to rest under a palm tree on a cloud just off of the golden roads. I hate you."
Then there's the third option. The third, horrible option. How many friends will I be with in the afterlife? Would part of my own personal fate be to not only suffer along with my friends from real life, but also to know that I could have saved myself and them as well by just entering a few touchy pieces of conversation?
Stupid, Affy. You're a hopeless despair. You're jumping off of a bridge while making sure that your "friends" are tied to you so that they won't make it either.
It's an obvious answer in the school setting. The Sunday School teacher asks, "Do you tell them?" "Yes," you say. "Yes, tell them. It's idiocy not to tell them." But then you try it in real life. It's not easy at all. Idiocy, it seems, is the path of least resistance. Tied down by the mortal coil of Earthly friendship, what is my fate? I'm holding a sword in my head that could cut this coil that ties me to the sinking ship of humanity. My earthly friends are tied to me. I could try to save us all. I can only cut my own rope after I first offer to cut theirs.
Stupid Affy. Stupid Afgncaap5. You can't tell people why you believe what you believe because you're tied to friendships that will mean nothing when the time comes. I want to be in Heaven, everyone does. But I also want my friends to come with me.
The correct answer is yes, but up until now I have almost always said no.
Thanks for listening, everyone. I just needed some others to speak to.
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Experiment Results and Looking Ahead
Posted Apr 9, 2002
Experiment #106-Manos: Hands Of Fate-The MST3K Version yielded surprising results. I did not view the immediate results myself, but according to my lab assistant there was some "slight shaking" after it. Now, I must take into account that this could just be a result of the fact that it's his first experience watching an episode of MST3K, but the fact that such results are occuring may indicate a slight improvement. Now if only I could get an Un-MSTed copy of Invasion of the Neptune Men....
Looking ahead, I'm going to do another Invention Exchange ASAP. My invention: The RaP Clock discussed in previous Journal Entries. I've also got Sea Monkey Bars, The Crater Sound Record Label (along with first compilation album), and the Upside-Down Book Cover slated for future exchanges. I'll go select a good and bad movie soon.
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