Happy Together by the Turtles.

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Once the blog loads in my browser window, I can't help but notice there are no images or links in the first paragraph - just plain ol' text on a plain ol' background. It's one of those reflex things you develop after reading the blogs for any length of time. Hmmm, this looks kinda long. It's probably some long ass story and I don't know if I'm really in the mood for one of these right now.

But before I know it, my eyes are scanning over the second paragraph of the drat thing. THE NEXT SENTANCES SEEMS TO BE IN CAPS FOR NO REASON. Than I get it.

Great, it's some kind of meta joke.

This knowledge doesn't keep me from reading on, however. Okay, what is this exactly? Is he writing like he's in my head? Like this is my inner monologue, spilling over into the very blog I'm reading! Bah, this isn't all that clever. What the hell is the point of this? Seems kinda pretentious.

And yet, I keep reading. A part of me just wants to get to the end of the damn thing so I can either mentally file away the fact that I read the whole thing or so I can make a well-informed reply. Probably something about him being on drugs! Another part of me is hoping there is some greater purpose to this bulletin.

I scroll down a bit and continue reading. I don't know why.

As I adjust myself in my chair, a (oh so very small) part of me starts to toy with the notion of this being real. Yes, I know it's a crazy thing to think. But don't we all have a faint voice in our head whispering these ideas to us from time to time? Those rogue "what if" thoughts?

If I wanted to prove that this ludicrous proposition is total bullshit, I could close the browser. I could just CLOSE the browser and this blog will GO AWAY and I could... wait. What if I close the browser and don't read the rest? What if the blog keeps going, keeping track of what I'm doing... even when the browser is closed? What if I leave the blog and come back? Will the blog change? Oh that's loving ridiculous! I'm not even going to bother because I know with 100% certainty that this goddamn blog that I'm reading will NOT change if I leave and come back to it. That smallest part of me once again wonders if something bad might happen if I were to do it. Like this might be an unwinding of reality. Ha, like some retarded episode of the Twilight Zone!

What if?

What if I skip to the end of this blog? Will I be reading the future? If I skip to the last sentance, will I get a detailed account of the end of the universe... or the end of my life? That would be loving crazy!

And I keep reading.

And now the paragraphs stop.

As I read these lines of text, I realize that the end of the post is coming.

I don't know what's going to happen.

That faint voice has grown louder.

A feeling of dread sets in.

AND THAN THE LAST SENTANCE IS WRITTEN IN CAPS FOR NO GOD DAMN REASON.

Close to the 6k

released the 30 Days of Night trailer and god damn.