Something of an apology to my...oh wait...

...that's right, I don't have readers.

Well, no apology necessary then! I'll just go right back to posting weird things that strike my fancy.

Dead man's cell calls family 35 times???

The cell phone of Chuck Peck, killed instantly in the deadly LA Metrolink train accident on September 12, apparently had a mind of it's own or a little help. The family members of Peck, 49, claim that throughout the evening of September 12, Chuck's cellphone called not one, but several of his relatives multiple times throughout the evening. However, when Peck's body was reached, it was found that he did not survive the initial crash.

Hmmm.

Interesting. Seems he wanted to let his family know he was all right on the other side.

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And now, for your moment of internetty weirdo zen:



Yes, it is someone's child who likes to recite the first scene from "Rejected", a short film that you've probably seen if you have the internet and a sense of slightly odd humor.

Johnny Gosch Newspaper Archive, 1982-2007.

You're welcome.

I'm using the Gosch case as the jumping off point for a book I'm writing. I'm still in the hardcore research phase so this is invaluable.

For those of you that don't know who Johnny Gosch was, he was abducted in 1982 from the neighborhood I grew up in in West Des Moines, Iowa. He was one of the first two missing kids featured on milk cartons. And according to his mom, he was taken by an international pedophile ring that includes those in some serious power. For example, Bohemian Grove (see the Alex Jones infiltration video) is supposedly involved in some way, as is the Franklin scandal.

PS: Yet another 13 year old boy has recently gone missing from Des Moines. Jeez, DSM. How many 12 to 13 year old boys can you lose?

Personally, I think there's a decent chance he IS still alive. But really, at this point, he never could show up and say "Hey, I'm Johnny GOSCH!". Because that would be the end of any privacy he could ever hope for. Like that kid who was abducted and kept alive for more than seven years, Steven Stayner. His brother turned out to be a serial killer (Cary Stayner) and Steven died very young in a motorcycle accident. So, really, that's not motivation to come forward now and tell everyone who you are.

So what, call me a conspiracy buff. (I probably am.)

Photo comes from NCMEC, the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

Viral marketing gone hideously awry: yes or no?

A pie from the sky: DIA place setting for "pizza": "Using crop circles in fields, Papa John's will tout its crust made with Colorado wheat."

Man, am I glad that when I go to Portland in September that I'll get to see this from the air.

So, I spent all afternoon trying to find this book I heard about on some kooky Christian radio station while I was up in Boulder a few weeks ago. Finally figured out what it was - it's called "The Family Tree: A True Account of Multi-Generational Satanism in America Today" by Linda Stone. Sounds better than a movie, if you ask me. But it's $24.95, which I feel is excessive for something I don't have in hard copy form. If it was, oh, $5, then I'd totally buy it. I think it's only sold through a website for this guy, Sean Sellers, who was executed by Oklahoma in 1999 for killing his parents and a convenience store clerk supposedly while under satanic possession. ZOMG FANTASTIC.

So here, instead, is Brice Taylor, to tell us all about her MKULTRA CIA mind control experiences. God, I love this stuff.



Get this: Brice Taylor and Cathy O'Brien (author of "The TRANCE-formation of America" and also supposedly a CIA sex slave both appear to have daughters named Kelly. Now, I know that "Kelly" is probably a fake name, but still. According to this site, "Bush Babies", female children of CIA sex slaves, are supposedly all named Kelly.

I want my financial aid check to be here already. It will probably be here either next Tuesday or Wednesday. I think I can get all my books for about $200, so long as I really can use the same book for two different classes like I think I can.

I thought after two weeks on nicotine patches I wouldn't want to smoke anymore, but I am dying for a fucking smoke. I would kill people for one American Spirit light. Really.

Terence McKenna was the shiznit: