I broke it in half. The DVD. I took it out of my player and just snapped it.
Then I went and did the same for the rest of the boxset. But what if the other Buffy DVDs had the same problems? I broke them too.
I broke my entire DVD collection. I cut my hands with them. With my hands wrapped in a towel, I picked each broken DVD up and tossed it in a trashbag and then tossed that in the dumpster.
No more DVDs. I don't even watch TV anymore.
Books. Books are good. I can read books.
I flipped open a book yesterday. I...can't remember the title. But...but I remember reading it. My hands turned the pages by themselves.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Epilogues and Recriminations
So I pressed the enter button on the Easter egg. It wasn't a new episode, though.
There was a man, in his fifties I believe, with gray hair. He was looking down at his hands and then looked up. He spoke with an Eastern European accent I think.
He said: "This...this is my greatest work. My grand acheivement. Yet...yet it is not mine. I made it to worn others of her, but it was her work all along. All along. This is what she does. She digs within you and soon, the actions you perform are not your own. I was a man like Arlecchino once, I am afraid. I was...not nice and dabbled in things I should not have. She was my punishment...my Colombina. But she was never Colombina. She was never..."
He paused then for a few seconds and then took a deep breath. "She is not human, like us. She knows nothing of love or jealousy or hatred. She is attracted to these things, though, because...because she doesn't know them. And so she moves us about, makes mimics of us, makes us look into mirrors and see our own dark reflections."
He leaned in closer to the camera. "If you are watching this, that means you have attracted her attention. I would warn you not to watch, but I know that is futile. Once she has her hooks in you...her strings wrapped around you..." He nervously swallowed. "Soon, I shall take my own life. Even this final action will be hers."
"I have said all I can." He raised his hand and held a tangle of strings. "Though warnings will do no good, I have warned. You will not heed this warning, as I never did." He spread the strings out across the desk. "You can only hope, like I do, that the end will be swift and merciful." He leaned over the desk and suddenly the strings twisted like snakes and curled around his neck like a noose.
I hit the stop button on the remote and the TV went black.
There was a man, in his fifties I believe, with gray hair. He was looking down at his hands and then looked up. He spoke with an Eastern European accent I think.
He said: "This...this is my greatest work. My grand acheivement. Yet...yet it is not mine. I made it to worn others of her, but it was her work all along. All along. This is what she does. She digs within you and soon, the actions you perform are not your own. I was a man like Arlecchino once, I am afraid. I was...not nice and dabbled in things I should not have. She was my punishment...my Colombina. But she was never Colombina. She was never..."
He paused then for a few seconds and then took a deep breath. "She is not human, like us. She knows nothing of love or jealousy or hatred. She is attracted to these things, though, because...because she doesn't know them. And so she moves us about, makes mimics of us, makes us look into mirrors and see our own dark reflections."
He leaned in closer to the camera. "If you are watching this, that means you have attracted her attention. I would warn you not to watch, but I know that is futile. Once she has her hooks in you...her strings wrapped around you..." He nervously swallowed. "Soon, I shall take my own life. Even this final action will be hers."
"I have said all I can." He raised his hand and held a tangle of strings. "Though warnings will do no good, I have warned. You will not heed this warning, as I never did." He spread the strings out across the desk. "You can only hope, like I do, that the end will be swift and merciful." He leaned over the desk and suddenly the strings twisted like snakes and curled around his neck like a noose.
I hit the stop button on the remote and the TV went black.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Another Easter Egg
So, I've been toying with watching that episode again. I know: I must be really stupid. But I've seen it once now, so watching it again wouldn't be as scary. I'd know what is going to happen before it happens.
So I entered the DVD into the player. But first I fooled around a bit with it, just pressing the arrow buttons around...and I found another Easter egg.
I haven't watched it yet. Is it another episode? Do I even want to watch it?
Fuck.
So I entered the DVD into the player. But first I fooled around a bit with it, just pressing the arrow buttons around...and I found another Easter egg.
I haven't watched it yet. Is it another episode? Do I even want to watch it?
Fuck.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Sleep No More...
...Macbeth doth murder sleep.
So, yeah, haven't exactly been sleeping this past week. That last episode was just...something. Something really fucking creepy.
And the sleep that has been coming has been filled with strange dreams. I can't really remember them, except that I saw that wooden mask Colombina was wearing. I think...I think someone else was wearing it.
So, yeah, haven't exactly been sleeping this past week. That last episode was just...something. Something really fucking creepy.
And the sleep that has been coming has been filled with strange dreams. I can't really remember them, except that I saw that wooden mask Colombina was wearing. I think...I think someone else was wearing it.
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