O, the insanity!

My Room (or "An excuse to show off my books")

2009-02-28T12:39:00.004-06:00

I was moving a bunch of stuff in my room to creative new places and wanted an excuse to show off my books again. So here we go:

Here we see my guitar amp, with a crate of games stacked atop, and a cutting board with my turntable/radio thing on top of that. Also, if you look closely you can see the string that holds up the radio antenna and on the other end of that a place where I hang things that really have no purpose being hung. If you look closely in the lower left hand corner you can see my printer/copier/"scanner" that is plugged in and functioning. I used it just the other day. Actually, I realized I needed to use it about 30 seconds after I moved it down there.

My bed, a pirate flag, my "nightstand."

Art supplies and some music stuff that currently have nowhere else to go.

Books! And on the bottom shelf records.

More Books! And a couple guitars. And a towel.

Hey look, more books! And another guitar. And my subwoofer, playstation 2, leather jacket, and tube of tennis balls.

Desk! And above it, my two posters. I'm not sure why I have oil lamps, but I see them leaving in the future. Not seen under desk: second smaller, crappier amp.

My throne of comfort that is actually not all that comfortable.

Choice

2009-02-25T17:32:00.001-06:00

While I enjoy writing my random nonsense and psychotic prose, I do, on occasion, feel the need to be a bit more coherent.

Watching several TED talks about creativity and genius have gotten me thinking about things. Specifically, predestination and choice.

Some say that we are destined to be something or somewhere, that whatever happens happens that way because that's how it's supposed to happen.

Others believe that nothing is set in stone. The way of the world is determined by what we do. No fate but what we make for ourselves.

What I've been thinking over is this: Theoretically, if you knew the position of every proton, neutron, and electron in the universe and the precise measurement of all the forces acting on them, you could predict where they would go and how they would react. And from this, extrapolate their positions and consequences into eternity.

To give you an idea of the applications of this, say you are studying a person. You need to know what he will do next. With the knowledge mentioned before, it would be a simple thing to predict how the electrons would flow through his brain and how the chemicals in his body would act, giving you the exact course of action he would take.

Here is where it gets tricky. Your knowledge of what he would do will change what you will do which trickles back down and changes what he does, starting the process over again and you're back to not knowing what he would do. Except that nothing has changed. All the knowledge of electrons and protons and neutrons still applies. You can still track it. It's still predetermined, but the future is still unknowable.

The fact that everything is changing as you learn it means that even if you know exactly what happened in the previous instant and all the things and paths and consequences that lead up to it, you cannot know what will happen next because you're knowledge of what happens next will change what happens next.

So is the future predetermined?

Where does choice fall into all this? Let's go back to the example. You've determined how the man you're studying will act, and you have formed a reaction. How was this reaction formed? You made a choice, yes? But if all the actions in the universe are predetermined by the movements of the atoms at the beginning of the universe then all you have accomplished is the illusion of choice. The action you've formed is merely the result of all the actions you've taken before, which were all determined in the same manner.

To make a choice, a real choice, one not predetermined, would mean a phenomena had taken place unheard of in modern science: something created from nothing. An unknown force unaffected by physics, barging into our universe and changing something according to no scientific law, throwing the whole mess into unpredictable chaos.

Is there such a thing as choice?

I believe there is. Let me try and explain why. It may make a bit more sense if you know that I'm a Christian.

It is commonly accepted that there are three parts to a human being: body, mind, and soul. The body being the physical component, the mind being the control mechanism, and the soul being sort of undefined. It's just there. It's important ... somehow.

I believe the soul is our gift from God, it's what sets us apart from plants and animals. It's what makes us human in the first place.

I think the soul is where choices are made. It is that force acting outside the realm of science to influence our universe and create random occurrences for better or worse.

If the body and mind are both physical components of the human being then they are both predictable entities of our universe. I believe the soul resides outside of this predictable physical space, but acts upon it through it's connection to the body and mind. The soul is our conciousness.

Based on what I've said above:

Premise A: Everything in the physical universe can be predicted based on the motion of electrons, protons, and neutrons.
Premise B: The human body and mind reside in the physical universe.
Conclusion: The actions and reactions of the human body and mind can be predicted.

That should make sense if you read the first half of this.

Now we make a few assumptions:

Premise A: Human beings have a soul.
Premise B: The soul does not reside in the physical universe.
Conclusion: Part of the human being is not predictable based on the motion of electrons, protons, and neutrons.

Nothing to radical there. If something is not part of something else it is not subject to that something else. Just as people in the United States are not subject to the laws of England. If this soul were to effect anything (which I believe it does (see the next part)) then it means that human beings as a whole are fundamentally unpredictable.

Finally:

Premise A: God exists.
Premise B: Choices are made with the soul
Premise C: God gave humans a soul.
Conclusion: Choice exists.

I said before I was a Christian, so this part should also make sense.

While this does not conclusively prove my point, it does lend credibilty to the idea. And the idea is this: For choice to exist, God has to exist. If God does not exist, then we have no choice and none of it matters anyway.

I think, from reading this, it is obvious that I believe human beings are capable of choice.

"The past is definite, the present uncertain, and the future unknowable."

See the cliff. See me run off cliff. See me forget parachute.

2009-02-24T16:10:00.000-06:00

It's possible that I have been driven to this by an abundance of undirected energy. It's also possible that I think it's time to throw myself off a figurative cliff. Either way, the result is the same. A new blog post.

I have to much energy. In honor of fat Tuesday, I think I should have ice cream. I bought a new sketchbook. And some kneaded erasers.

Art students are always high because their supplies smell to good.

My parents and I have decided to win the lottery.

I went through the McDonald's drivethru to get direction to a walmart that we could see but not get to.

Stuffed animals ...

I thought I lost some money, but I just stuck it in a different pocket.

I just found my driver's license. How strange. Musical lobotomy.

I was playing around with my homepage earlier. That one I made. Now it has links.

Hats.

If I were ever to become a proffesional fighter, I would walk out to Indestructible by Disturbed. It is the perfect fight song. Speaking of which, I still need to see Fight Club. And/or read the book.

Black hats.

Speaking of black hats, one of the career paths I've been considering lately is penetration testing. Physical and Network Security. It's black hat hacking, but entirely legal and you get paid for it. All the fun of being a spy, with none of the danger of being shot (or almost none of the danger).

Have you ever sneezed and accidentally hit yourself in the face?

I found a nice pen in a bar in Florida, but it is out of ink and I haven't yet been able to find a suitable replacement cartrige. So I bought one of those Sharpie pens instead. Two actually, cause that's how they were packaged.

I probably shouldn't be sitting this close to speakers this loud.

I want to keep typing, but I am running out of things to say that don't require me to go and think. I am not in the mood to think. Or am I. I am thinking as I write, this ... punctuation oddly deforming itself to envelop my ever degenerating thought. process.

Train by 3 Doors Down

Now let's sit back and see what happens. Rather, I will will sit back, and watch you make things happen. I made this happen. Now your turn. ///

Irons

2008-12-11T20:42:00.000-06:00

It has been suggested that I update my blog.

What're you looking at?

2008-09-10T19:11:00.002-05:00

It's time I write again, but of what shall I write? My thoughts are rusty, my wits are slow, and my fingers are out of practice; but I am nonetheless determined (at least for the next few minutes) to pound out something for you read.

...

The dog is breathing on me.

Smashing start, no?

It's that time of year. The time of year when the temperature drops, the leaves change color, the birds fly south, and I get checks in the mail. Yes, just today I found an unexpected bundle of joy on top of my computer. Also today, I was handed a coupon for Barnes & Noble. It's like the dark side is calling and sending cookies all at the same time.

It could just be the unusually large amount of the over-the-counter drugs I've consumed today, but my head does not enjoy being being more than three feet from my ankles. Perhaps all those body-racking sneezes were just my heads way of insisting on a closer fraternity with my knees.

Anyways, this post comes to be only because every single on of my readers has told me one way or another that they do not like being left for months withouer updates. Here it is. Happy now? Good. Now leave my with my NyQuil.

...

You are still here. Why?

*sigh*

"My chest hurts when I move my arms like this. Ow. And this. Ow. And this and this and this. Ow."
"Then don't move your arms like that."
"But my chest hurts when I move them like this. Ow."

"Don't worry. That's just Tiger. He wanders."
"It's not him I'm concerned about. It's the fire balls that are following him."

Everytime I do the worm I smash my face into the floor. I don't think I'm doing it right.

I must be doing something right

2008-07-21T20:11:00.001-05:00

1. Define your nightmare, the absolute worst that could happen if you did what you are considering?

I take a chance on a customer that falls through leaving me several thousand in debt. I file for bankruptcy, my bike gets reposessed. The repo man hits my cat. I end up having to wait tables at Steak and Shake.

2. What steps could you take to repair the damage or get things back on the up swing, even if temporarily?

Work to repair my credit, buy a used motorcycle. Sue the repo man for emotional distress. Start building another business on the side. I've tried and failed once, I can do it again. Change location, move to Florida, live with Grandma, get a job down there. Learn to sail and surf.

3. What are the outcomes or benefits, both temporary and permanent, of more probable scenarios?

I make some extra money on the side, eventually enough to quit my job. I meet new people, reduce my fears of appproaching people, and learn to sell what I want. Improved self-confidence. Gain respect. More free time to do what I want.

4. If you were fired from your job today, what would you do to get things under financial control?

Become as knowledgable as I can about AMSOIL while selling aggressively to anyone who will listen. Live off savings for as long as I can so I can focus on AMSOIL.

5. What are you putting off out of fear?

Selling to people I know.

6. What is it costing you - financially, emotionally, and physically - to postphone action?

Financially - extra income
Emotionally - self-confience, stress, worry, fear
Physically - stress

7. What are you waiting for?

The August price increase. I don't think it would be fair to sign up an account and then immediately raise the prices.

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All I can say is I must be doing something right if I managed to make my worst case scenario end with me in Florida taking surfing lessons.

What I'm trying to say is not here

2008-06-09T22:21:00.000-05:00

Are we too cynical? Sitting there, picking apart the motives of others without knowing them, always assuming the worst. Or firmly stating that everything we do is the result of outside influence, that it couldn't possibly be our own thoughts but those of advertisers and mediamen.

Surely such a negative outlook on how we act can't be good for us. The ability to shun any responsibility for our own thoughts with the mere wave the hand and a cliche statement about environmental influences.

"It's not your own thought! It was planted there by something someone said, or you saw, or you read. You're just another means of advertising for the original thinker!" Bullshit, if we didn't listen, or see, or read we'd have no material for forming thoughts of our own. We'd be the mush the cynics say we are.

But maybe they are right. Maybe we're nothing more than fleshy billboards for the multi-billion dollar coporations that run our lives. Maybe this wasn't about cynicism.

Special

2008-06-01T21:30:00.001-05:00

I share a birthday with Alexander the Great and the Loch Ness monster. I am most definitely destined for greatness.

Pics, Two of Them

2008-05-27T20:19:00.002-05:00

What I did two weeks ago.

What I did today.

Yay.

So ... Dreams ...

2008-05-26T19:00:00.000-05:00

Ok, those dreams I mentioned in my last post. I've been bugged a bit to do the follow up and have been meaning to do it anyways so here we go.

The first one has me standing in a monochromatic landscape viewing myself in the third person. I am standing in the middle of a road that disappears into the distance beyond rolling hills and there is an old farmhouse to my left. I'm standing with my arms spread wide and I hear myself speaking as a sort of voiceover that says "The world is whatever I want it to be." Then I fall forward and through the pavement and into a first person view of the world from underneath. And things where distorted and wavy and it was all very trippy but still just black and white. I floated there for a bit contemplating things and then woke up.

The second dream I'm not actually in. I'm basically a floating camera, or something. Anyways, I see a massive (mile high) pure gold, jewel encrusted sailing ship. Must have had seven masts with large golden sails. My view zoom out and rises towards the top of the ship before zooming back in towards the crows nest and a very beautiful woman in a long white dress playing a flute. Then I woke up.

Some dreams just get stuck in my head, like the pulsating, white concentric circles on a blue background or the russian guy talking to me in the snow. These two are like that. I always kinda hope they mean something.

remind me

2008-05-21T20:46:00.001-05:00

Remind me to blog about my dreams/hallucinations later.

Lazing

2008-05-12T20:51:00.000-05:00

I went for a ten mile bike ride.

It was not long enough.

Long Time No See

2008-05-07T20:37:00.002-05:00

Last night, being entirely to lazy to put sheets on my bed, I wrapped myself in a blanket and slept on the floor.

I think I will be getting paid more, soon. I hope. Yay money!

I am four dollars short of halfway to a motorcycle down-payment. I foresee much travel and camping once I get a motorcycle.

I'm not sure what to blog about actually, it seems like it's been so long since I've tried. If I recall correctly, what I used to do in this situation is just rattle off whatever comes into my head.

so, crazy train, ozzy, rob zombie, iron maiden (not sure where that's coming from, as I don't really have any of their music), makes me think of Iron Man, which takes me back to ozzy and that tribute cd, which of course makes me think of the tenacious d song "tribute" and school of rock with jack black which makes me think of jack daniels becaue the label is black. That of course leads to captain morgan because they sit near each other ont he shelves at walmart, which is a very anti-union company. they sell cheap because their stuff is made all overseas, which many people say is attributing to the loss of jobs over here in americaland. Americaland sounds like a theme park, a very shiny, ego-filled theme park with nothing but concession stands and factory outlets. It took me a long time to realize that a "factory outlet" was not just an outlet owned by a factory, but was in fact a form of discount store. My punctuation seems to be rather hit or miss in this paragraph, as is my capitalization.

The solution to that is a new paragraph, and the hope that my fingers will be less lazy.

I got to ... not tomorrow, today is only wednesday ... carbondale on saturday for Chelsea's graduation. This involves me waking at quarter .... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, it feels like i am covered in ants .... anyways ... quater to six to i can leave by 6:20 so I can find Rebecca by 6:45 and hopefully be on the road by seven, so we can get down there around 10:30 to be in time for lunch. And that's actually all the further I've planned that day. I have no idea what happens after that. I will need caffeine. Must stop and get soem before finding my cohort, which means leaving before 6:20. I must be gone by 6:15.

I've been having trouble with maths lately. Well, just numbers. They still do what I want them to, I just use the wrong ones. Everytime I try to wright out "69" I write "96".

Parabolic curves!!!

2008-04-27T17:05:00.001-05:00

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Amused

2008-04-22T20:50:00.002-05:00

I was amused today when I heard Mike's daughter complaining some of the things I used to complain about. ("What's the point of going to college if I don't know why I want to be there?", etc.)

And that got me thinking: One of my greatest collegiate achievements was passing the Intro to Art class just barely. I succeeded in putting the absolute bare minimum of effort into it necessary to pass. That, and the BULLSHIT paper. I still find it hard to believe that got an A. I'm still proud too.

The weekend of May 10th shall be fun. And severely lacking in sleep, but caffeine shall save me. Tasty Starbuckian Frappachino things. Like chocolate milk, but with happy-go-fast juice mixed in.

Earlier I went to fax something, and I walked into the office, to where the fax machine used to be, stood in front of what was obviously a printer, and just looked stupid for about thirty seconds before realizing the fax machine was behind me.

nothing good my dear mary jane

2008-04-14T21:43:00.000-05:00

(09:30:30 PM) pheonixvette: after spacing out for several mintues
(09:30:44 PM) pheonixvette: i remembered i was writing a comment for you blgo
(09:30:47 PM) pheonixvette: and i posted it
(09:30:49 PM) pheonixvette: *blog
(09:30:54 PM) pheonixvette: i almost wrote that as plog
(09:31:02 PM) ckermit8: lol
(09:32:14 PM) ckermit8: i forgot i was righting comment.
(09:32:33 PM) ckermit8: u right good comments
(09:32:43 PM) pheonixvette: lol
(09:32:51 PM) pheonixvette: i was still partially spaced
(09:33:04 PM) ckermit8: i noticed
(09:33:39 PM) pheonixvette: did i leave out the word "a" too?
(09:33:48 PM) pheonixvette: that was unintentional
(09:33:54 PM) ckermit8: idk
(09:33:59 PM) ckermit8: i unscreened it
(09:34:03 PM) ckermit8: u can see it now
(09:34:23 PM) pheonixvette: i did
(09:34:33 PM) pheonixvette: yeah
(09:34:35 PM) ckermit8: good 4 u
(09:34:35 PM) pheonixvette: out of it
(09:34:38 PM) pheonixvette: away in lala land
(09:34:47 PM) ckermit8: thats ok they love u there
(09:34:51 PM) pheonixvette: land of gumdrop hills and sugar coated mailboxes
(09:35:00 PM) ckermit8: of course i think they love everybody...
(09:35:00 PM) pheonixvette: i love them too
(09:35:08 PM) ckermit8: too much opium....
(09:35:22 PM) pheonixvette: fluffy and winky and all the guys down at candy cane hollow
(09:35:32 PM) pheonixvette: opium
(09:35:41 PM) ckermit8: poppies
(09:35:43 PM) pheonixvette: that one of the elements of candy land
(09:35:51 PM) pheonixvette: fire water earth wind opium
(09:36:13 PM) ckermit8: ok
(09:36:27 PM) pheonixvette: mary jane
(09:36:42 PM) pheonixvette: what are you up to?
(09:37:11 PM) pheonixvette: why do i have a window opened about sapiosexuality?
(09:37:29 PM) ckermit8: lol too much time in lalalla land
(09:37:44 PM) ckermit8: i am browsing
(09:38:17 PM) pheonixvette: oop ack ooo lala walla walla bing bing
(09:38:24 PM) pheonixvette: *bing bang
(09:39:58 PM) ckermit8: say hi to the oompa loompas 4 me the next time you are there
(09:40:10 PM) pheonixvette: there are no demons in lala land
(09:40:33 PM) ckermit8: the oompa loompas were purveyors of the good life
(09:40:39 PM) ckermit8: they preached good things
(09:40:44 PM) pheonixvette: oompa loompas are tools of the devil
(09:40:46 PM) pheonixvette: they are orange
(09:40:57 PM) ckermit8: did u not watch the original with the good willy wonka?
(09:41:00 PM) pheonixvette: nothing good can come from and orange midgit
(09:41:04 PM) pheonixvette: *an
(09:41:14 PM) ckermit8: lol

we all know you're really just here for the nonsensical diddies

2008-04-14T21:00:00.001-05:00

I have recently developed an affinity for pie. And I want pancakes. And I've gained 40 pounds.

One of those is a lie.

Bruce is the service manager at Carver's. Today he was in the shop and someone called to speak to him, but someone in sales handled the call before bruce got back. But just before the phone was hung up someone noticed it was still there and called Bruce again. Immediately after that, the sales guy hung up and Gabe dialed up a Sex Chat hotline on the line just before Bruce got to it.

Later in the day Gabe rickrolled me with a telephone. He paged my phone and held up his receiver to his computer and rickrolled me.

I try to read books more now that I have less time. I think my problem before was that I had so much time I couldn't decide what to do. Now that I have less time I can't spend as much time mulling over my decisions and just pick something to do. So even though I have less time I get more done.

Tomorrow I get to play broomball, but tomorrow is also the last time I will see Chris Anderson for a long time. Chris Anderson is the Extension Educator for my extension unit and 4H program. He's held this position for longer than I've been alive but has recently taken a position at the University of Maryland. I and everyone I know are sad to see him go.

I think I'm the only person at Carver's under the age of 30.

Early I was walking to the other end of the house to get myself a glass of water and as I exited my room I noticed one of my balloons has escaped from the net. I had an idea. So I picked up the balloon and carried to the other end of the house where I hid it behind my back and jumped down the stairs. When I hit the floor I popped the balloon and mom just about jumped off the couch.

Snoopy is cool.

I told Chelsea that the next time I saw her I would wear my slippers, but I think the next time I see her will be at her graduation, and slippers would not be appropriate. This just means I will have to change into them.

Lazy zachariah
was a crazy old pariah
with a taste for shiny golden toys

and one day zachariah
met with his friend hezakiah
and together they robbed a bank

oh yes a bank!

and on their way away from there
they stopped at an old county fair
and stole the cotton candy stand too

but later on in that same day
they stopped the car to smoke away
the last of their beloved green plant

it's reefer madness!

and drawn to them just by the smell
came sherrifs john and caramel
at least that's what his name sounded like

and here this story starts to end
without a twist without a bend
and our heros sitting in county jail

oh what an end!

There is that

2008-04-06T22:30:00.000-05:00

So, the dog, the big one, is very adept at escaping from her dog kennel. Tonight we went out to find her wedged between the porch in the kennel and the 8 foot high fence approximately 5 feet in the air unable to escape. This amuses me greatly.

Oh yeah, I got a full-time job. Yay!

Shake, Rattle, and Roll

2008-04-02T21:44:00.001-05:00

So, I had an idea.

Let me begin again.

A few weeks ago I got to play with spray paint. I painted a filing cabinet and it's drawers. And it was awesome.

Anyways, before that even I've thought graffiti art was cool.

I really should put these stories in order, or plan them out or something...

So, I've thought graffiti art was cool for a while, and thought that tagging game that Marc Ecko made a few years ago show promise. And I've always thought it'd be kind cool to be one of those people who writes the message that make you think on the sides of buildings or bridges or whatever, which really fits in with my urban exploration fantasies. Well, not fantasies, butyou get the idea. I hope....

The whole point of this post is to say that since the file cabinet thing I've had the idea to spray paint clever saying and stuff on my walls with stencils. And then I had the idea to do it all in binary, cause deep down I am a total geek. Then I was thinking about black lights and how I wanted to replace the bulb in my lamp with a black light bulb.

And that reminded me of the UV reactive paint that Andy had on the wall of one of the dorms in the Jr. Home Ec. Building on the state fair ground that he was showing off one day.

So I got the bright idea to combine the two. Do the wall graffiti in my room with UV reactive paint so that it doesn't annoy mom as much and is only visible when I think it would be cool to have that sort of thing be visible.

Kind of like invisible ink. Sort of.

Morning Update #3

2008-04-02T10:23:00.001-05:00

Ew, that was not sugar. Good thing tasted it first. Ew.

Anyways. It is prepared! Kinda tasty, Haven't gotten to the good part yet ...

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Morning Update #2

2008-04-02T10:03:00.002-05:00

My breakfast is mutating. It has grown walls.

Morning Update

2008-04-02T09:59:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I recieved another flat stanely in the mail. Unfortunately I no longer have a cousin to give me private tours of the Capitol building and mom hasn't started back there yet. This calls for planning ... and plotting.

For breakfast today (brunch?) I went to make pancakes, but as I was flipping to them in the cook book I saw something that said "Puffy Oven Pancake" so I made that instead. It is in the oven now. I'm looking forward to it. 20 somthing minutes to wait though. It use a pie pan, which I thought was cool. Want to eat.

So I'm camped out in the living room,listening to music through the nice stereo and getting ready to play a game to pass the time while I wait for this thing to finish cooking.

Ever notice that things you see as inevitable generally happen? I think this is because when we come to the conclusion that something is unstoppable we start to subconciously help it along, even if we don't want to.

Another idea: what if our subconcious is actually another being inside us? Think about it, it controls all the things we have no control over, and it influences our decisions without us realizing it.

Musing - short

2008-03-30T23:57:00.001-05:00

To be great you must surround yourself with great people. To find great people you must figure out where they are and go there. To attract great people you must be great yourself. It takes effort.

Go where great people go and be great.

I make beer

2008-03-30T20:12:00.002-05:00

Me: Our water is unusually clear today.
Dad: Well, that's good.
Me: No, I'm being sarcastic. I can't see my hand through it.

Dad: How much sugar does it say to put in?
Me: 500 grams
Dad: So three pounds right?
Me: I don't know how much is 4 pounds?
Dad: 1800 grams.
Me: So, a pound?
Dad: I'll put in three pounds anyways. I always do, tastes good.
*dumps most of bag in*
Dad: That looks like 500 grams.
*stares at massive mound of sugar*

You know the story is going be interesting:

"So anyways, I'm drunk, naked, and handcuffed to a street lamp in the middle of Time Square."

"I"m in jail, in Mexico, and my cellmate is this big guy named Tito. He's eyeballin' me as I walk in so I say, 'What're you lookin' at?'"

"I crawl out the window onto the ledge sevens stories up and realize I've forgotten my pants."

"Six shots of tequila later and I'm on a private jet to France with seven showgirls and a poodle named Rex."

"I look the officer straight in the eye and say, 'Dude, I called hours ago, where's my pizza?'"

"Three hours later, I'm cold, wet, and duct taped to the top of a van."

Seriously ...

2008-03-28T00:00:00.002-05:00

... whatever that noise is it's making my hair stand on end. Really creepy... sounds like someone screaming in pain from very far away.