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| Monday, July 14th, 2003 | | 4:57 am |
Audio... Hour Thirteen, and the Epilogue.
It's been an interesting thirteen hours. I've laughed, I've cried... and my brains are still in my head. And with that... this experiment ends. *click* .... Dear god, the silence is deafening. *blink blink* ...I miss it now.... SWWET MERCIFUL ALTOID, THE MUSIC OWNS MY SOUL! Current Mood:  shocked | | 4:08 am |
Audio- Hour Twelve
I've passed the twelve hour mark, I've done the impossible. I'm neither insane nor braindead, though I think in the past twelve hours I think I've come dangerously close to both of those things. Now, in the spirit of determination, I'm keeping it going ONE MORE HOUR! Yes. The thirteenth hour, it has never been done, but I do it now. ONWARD, INTO THE UNKNOWN! Current Mood:  energetic | | 2:55 am |
Audio THE ELEVENTH HOUR!!
Ok, so I was reading this comic book that came in the mail yesterday and it had this chick in it who had huge butterfly wings made out of energy and she was picking up cars with her mind and stuff and it got me thinking about what it would be like if your super power was to have giant butterfly wings that just sort of sprouted out of your back in such a manner that you couldn't wear shirts unless you got them custom made and it would be really difficult to get into doorways and everyone would always be harassing you about your wings and telling you to get out of the movie theater so you wouldn't even get to see the end of Pirates of the Caribbean which by the way is a really awesome movie and I'm seeing it tomorrow if I ever get any sleep which I doubt because it's 3 AM and I'm hopped up on Pepsi and this music has killed and rational thought I had which is ok except for the fact that it leaves me with thoughts about the Pacific ocean and why it's names as such if its no more passive than any other ocean though I suppose I have no basis for that judgement considering I've only ever seen the coast of an Ocean and what I'd really need to do is talk to some expert on the oceans and their tectonic plates and Lunar tides and anything that might possibly of relevance until he makes me leave his office out of pure irritation though my attempts to further the name of Science are purely in the spirit of bettering mankind so when the giant turquoise potatos from the far reaces of space arrive and paint us all a different coler than the one we were originally and a new age of racism will arise pitting the greens against the blues and purples while the oranges look on in horror and the evil cosmic tubers laugh and laugh and laugh because our science was not good enough to defeat their terrible power of using paint quite handily but when all seems lost someone will remember this experiment and play these two techno songs for exactly the right amount of time and the potatos will shrink back in fear and leave us as we are greater then they could possibly have forseen and on that day all shall see that though they laughed MY EFFORTS WERE NOT IN VAIN, AND THE KNOWLEDGE I HAVE GATHERED WILL SAVE ALL OF YOUR MISERABLE OFFSPRING FROM THE MIND NUMBINGLY AWE INSPIRING VEGETABLES FROM BEYOND SPACE AND TIIIIIIIIME!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!! Current Mood:  giddy | | 2:06 am |
Audio... whatever, hour Ten
KsakuG***: There is no hope.. I'm... a goner/...
Glacial Fatality: ....I'm just going to write this all off as a musically induced hallucination. >.<
KsakuG***: I'm busy killing Chris for slander. -.-;; Excuse me while I strangle him. I told him to ask you if
I put my hair in a bun! I LEARNED HOW TO DO SOMETHING! Current Mood:  productive | | 1:08 am |
Audio Tolerance- Hour Nine
...the time just flies... My brains must have leaked out by now, because I'm having trouble seperating the music from any other noise going on. Current Mood:  indifferent | | 12:06 am |
Audio Tolerance- The Eighth Hour
I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off the sound. So, I did what any sane person would do... I plucked my eyebrows. The pain of ripping hair off of yourself one follicle at a time is enough to disract you from almost anything, let me tell you. Afterwards I felt almost zenlike, one with the music and the little lines of pain right above my eyes. It's almost comforting now... soooothing... ....join us... it's bliiiiiss... Current Mood: calm | | Sunday, July 13th, 2003 | | 11:03 pm |
| | 9:51 pm |
Audio Tolerance- Six hours down
Hmmmm. Either I'm starting to experience auditory hallucinations, or someone hit the wall of my house with something, picked it up, then escaped from my backyard without a trace. At first I'd thought a neighbor had thrown something to protest the noise, but you can hear very little through the walls and there was nothing there. Curiouser and curiouser. My thoughts have melded to the rhythm of the sound echoing in the room, and there's an odd throbbing pain in my temple. I find myself contemplating the nature of human comprehension as hillbillies blare their warbling nonsense in my ears. Am I adapting to the music, or is it adapting to my senses? How high can my speakers go? Is that my hand, or merely an alien being posing as my appendage, having eaten the real article while I slept and taken it's place to spy on my activities and slowly consume my soul? Ponderances all. Where are my shoes? Current Mood:  confused | | 8:56 pm |
Audio Tolerance- Hour Five
I don't even notice the music now... I've entered an odd state of acceptance. I can't remember what it used to sound like before the music. I just sit and rock back and forth in my chair, watching the minutes pass. TehEvil***: how'r you holding up?
Glacial Fatality: I don't know
TehEvil***: this is scary...you have yet to say something random...
Glacial Fatality: I just... don't know.
Glacial Fatality: *vacant stare*
TehEvil***: O_O
Can it last? Current Mood: indescribable | | 7:59 pm |
Audio Tolerance- Hour Four.
I just fed my cat, and as he walked over to the bowl, I said in absolute *perfect* sync with the song eminating loudly from my computer speakers, "Eat them up yum yum." It wasn't even intentional, it just popped out. As a scientist I am fascinated, as a human being... disturbed. The sun is setting, and soon my experiment will be shrouded in darkness. The headache seems to have passed, and is replaced by occaisional feelings of disorientation as the music blurs together. I'm certain that if any technique were most effective when used in soviet brainwashing, this would have been it. "COME ON BUBBA, LET'S PLAY SOME BUBBLE BOBBLE! YEEHAW!", my computer demands. I resist, but it continues it's entreaty, sheep bleating filling my mind. I turn on the TV, but the voices are drowned out. "EAT THEM UP YUM YUM. YUM YUM. YUM YUM. POWER PILLS." I open a bag of Ruffles and snack on them. My computer seems mollified, even slightly encouraging now in it's tone. "Eat them up yum yum... p-p-p-pacman..." I cannot give up now, determination will prevail. This Scientist will never fall to the likes of techno. Current Mood:  hungry | | 7:02 pm |
Audio Tolerance- Three Hours Down
I can feel the vibrations of the music from my chair. I'm down to my last two liter. I was afraid I'd run out of Pepsi before I saw the end of this, but a kind hearted woman who happens to be the mother of a good friend of mine offered to drop a twelve pack of the carbonated lifeblood off at my door. She'll be nominated for Sainthood if I can form coherent thoughts when this is through. It's definitely worth mentioning that this experiment has been performed before by fellow scientist Chris, twelve hours of these two songs. I seek to surpass the twelve hour mark and strain the limits of the endurable. He has promised to forward me his notes and those will be included in a later entry. Maybe ten minutes ago, I made a screamy gurgly noise just to hear the sound, compulsively, and only afterwards considered the fact that this is a chilling sign of things to come. No brain leakage as of yet, just temporary bouts of music induced nausea. The experiment continues. EDIT: Along with the pepsi, Joey's wonderful mother dropped off a grocery bag full of Hot Pockets, potato chips, and mini pizzas. I owe much much thanks. Current Mood: relieved | | 5:53 pm |
Audio Tolerance- Second hour.
Noticeable increase in headache, and despite the pleas of friends and family to quit while I can, I must continue. There are causes greater than my sanity is worth, and damned if this isn't one of them. I don't know how many times I've heard them by now, I lost count quite a while back, but it's no where near the repitition I'm in for. Phone calls have been taken, awkwardly. The crooning of hillbilly bubble bobble is audible even in the farthest reaches of my test area, there is no escaping it. I find myself twitching in rhythm, even singing along, a duet between man and machine... "Yum yum... power beads... yum yum... eating the power beads... pac man... pac man... p-p-p-pacman..." Current Mood: thoughtful | | 4:55 pm |
| | 4:01 pm |
Audio Tolerance, Introduction
Bubble Bobble Hillbilly Rodeo and Pac Man Techno Remix An exploratory experiment into human tolerance Scientist- Ryou Notes: And so it begins. This experiment, while hazardous to my sanity, is necessary to further our knowledge of this world we live in, and ourselves. The goal: to listen to Bubble Bobble Hillbilly Rodeo and Pac Man Techno Remix for 12+ hours and see if it will, in fact, cause the human brain to melt out the ears according to theory. I began at 4:00 exactly. The volume is at a level where it can be heard throughout the house, centered at the computer where it originates. WinAmp is set on constant repeat, with said two songs comprising the playlist. This is Science in action folks. ~Ryou Current Mood: accomplished |
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