Amber Alert and Necromancy

Have you ever heard an Amber Alert?

It’s California’s system to track recently-abducted children. I had seen the electronic billboards on the freeway but hadn’t heard the bulletins on the radio until recently. The billboards will flash descriptions of the victim and the suspected abductor’s car.

The radio system is much much scarier, and I don’t mean in terms of implications to civil rights. I mean it actually sounds frightening- The standard Emergency Alert System signal breaks into the programming, and a sort of staticky siren starts playing in the background. A tinny recording of an announcer, usually a female dispatcher, dispassionately intones the description of the abducted child and their abductor, and the abductor’s car. She sounds like her brain has been scooped out like a custard and replaced with Borg.

It sort of reminds me of the recording in 12 Monkeys– after Cole (Bruce Willis)’s disastrous and confusing trip into the past, the scientists piece together a voice mail by assembling bit by bit a recording made just prior to the end of human civilization-

“I can’t do any more. I have to go now. Have a merry Christmas!”

It is a strange, manic voice… a voice of someone long dead of the ghastly plague that killed almost everyone on earth.

Listening to dead people speak gives me chills. Maybe I’m not alone; isn’t one of the many things explictly forbidden by the bible speaking/listening to the dead?

It also reminds me of the joyful expression on the face of the previous captain of the Event Horizon– he has died in a very gruesome and perverse way, and in the recording he stares at the camera with glee, after having pulled out his own eyes. He shows the eyeballs to the viewer like a child holding out a bug he’s found on the sidewalk.

Fire Fire Burning Bright

We had a fire in our building today. The alarms went off, and we all filed out of the office and down the stairs to the parking lot. It was like elementary school.

All we knew was it was in the parking garage… everyone sat around and fretted that their car was in flames. Or full of water from a fire hose. The smell of burning plastic was very strong.

After a certain point our COO Julie found shac, who is our IT person, and led him back into the “fire” to shut down all the servers. He grumbled “I hope they remember this when bonus time comes around- running back into the fire…”

As it turned out it was a bunch of cube walls stored in the very bottom of the garage. From what I can tell no cars were damaged and there were no injuries.

very loud alarm
I think it is not a drill
I smell plastic burn

evacuated
julie fetches shacolby
back to the fire

we wait on the lawn
shac has shut down the machines
someone’s car is burnt

Boredcast Message from ‘tom’: Tue Oct 21 17:21:17 2003

disco inferno
their office burnt to the ground
should have built with zinc

Moment of Zen #7

The Pale Pale Thora Birch
SHAC: why is danh so obsessed with fred durst?
BRIAN: I dunno. Is he talking about him?
SHAC: he seems really upset that fred durst is dating thora birch
BRIAN: he shouldn’t be dating at all, let alone her- isn’t she like 16?
SHAC: 21
BRIAN: ah whatever
SHAC: hes A&R for someone
SHAC: maybe thats why shes with him
BRIAN: but she doesn’t have a music career
SHAC: maybe she will now
BRIAN: her new album will be called “So, So Pale”

Marathon Art

My friend Christine is participating in National Novel Writing Month. My crew and I are doing the 48 Hour Film Project next weekend. Incidentally you’ll notice the 48 Hour Film Project spans the weekend containing the end of Daylight Savings Time- so we will actually have 49 hours. Maybe we should turn it in at 6pm on Sunday as a matter of honor.

There’s a Three-Day Novel Contest run by Blue Lake Books, which runs over Labor Day Weekend (sorry Burning Man!).

And aspo is doing this thing where he posts a new digital photo every day. I seem to recall somewhere there was a thing online where you were given a photo topic and had to turn in a digital photo within 24 hours, but I can’t find it now.

There’s got to be more of these things out there somewhere! Anyone?

I like the deadline aspect– it’s a real kick in the ass to have to turn something in, no matter what its quality or condition. If you want, you can edit it later!

And the nonjudgemental, populist aspect– in most of these, the works don’t even get screened for “quality” or edited at all. And of course, these kinds of events would be difficult to organize without the internet and the web.

My friend Christine is participating in National Novel Writing Month. There’s got to be more of these things out there somewhere.