#871
11:57 pm, Thursday, July 19th, 2007“Copypasta” is the 4chan term for chunks of text that get reposted a lot. Most of it is just useless meme detritus; fake letters from George Zimmer, stories that seem interesting at first but devolve into Fresh Prince of Bel-Air lyrics right before the good part, etc. But some of the scary/creepy ones are pretty good. Like the “Holders” series, which has been around for a long time. Obviously /x/, the Paranormal board, attracts a lot of these. Yesterday I saw one that was new to me — part of the “black eyed kids/people” series. An excerpt from the beginning:
I work at the local YMCA as a youth counselor, one night as I sat in the parking lot clearing room on the seat next to me for my friend to sit down this kid comes up to the side of the car, immediately as this kid gets near us we can tell something is wrong, my friend just hopped into the back of the car and we lock all the doors. The kid didn’t say anything, but before I realized it I had rolled down the window, when I got a closer look at the kid I was alarmed at how young he looked, I’d say about 7-10 years old.
He was your average very blonde white kid, pale skin, but he gave off a terrible aura of bad things. He told me to let him in the car, never giving a reason, I was compelled by some force to open the door, but my friend kept telling me “there’s no more room” The kid began to repeat this phrase back, sounding very angry. “NO MORE ROOM, NO MORE ROOM” at this point he and I made eye contact, I saw that his eyes were fully black, no whites to them at all. He grabbed my arm through the window, and dug his fingernails into my forearm, his skin was cold. I shoved him from the window and shouted “THERE’S NO MORE ROOM” and slammed my foot on the accelerator. We drove over the curb and flattened a bush before leaving the parking lot, as we sped towards my friend’s house we saw this kid twice, once at a fruit stand, and again at a red light. We sat in my friend’s garage for about an hour before getting the courage to go inside; we immediately set about locking all the doors in the house and closing all the windows.
You can read the whole thing, and the rest of the series, here.
I’ve been doing a lot of SketchUp modeling lately. Right now I’m working on spaceship with tethered multi-level spin-grav pods. I was just about to figure out the necessary RPMs and difference in gravity between the first and second floors when I realized I was coming up on the IMBC deadline awfully fast. I had bookmarked a page (I thought) that had really great spin-gravity equations on it, but I can’t seem to find it ATM. This page of formulas is pretty good, but the stuff it says about RPM tolerance is a lot different from what I read on the other one (it said most people could tolerate 6 RPM with about 50% getting nauseous at 9 RPM, IIRC). Have to research that a little more.
[Edit: Found it!]
The Hairspray movie is debuting here tomorrow. I’m sure it’ll be a huge abomination compared to the Broadway show, but I’m going to see it anyway. I can’t even begin to tell you how terrible the casting choices seem to me… I can get behind Christopher Walken and Queen Latifah, but I’m sure the rest will be vastly inferior to the cast the actual musical had in February.