Sunday, 13th November.
(Previously.)
Filed under F***book, Here Is The News, History, Neurocam, People, Signs Of The Apocalypse
I blame you, Carfax. Just let it lie, whycantcha?
Anyway.
I recently had cause to send someone a link to my Neurocam Perception Assessment. It is two years old this month.
Rereading it was quite the life-is-strange moment. Many syncronicities and other peculiarities emerged. I even bag out Vanstone in it at one point. Actually, that’s not particularly strange. But the whole thing was funny.
Life is funny. Time flies. Other cliches.
That’s all, I guess.
But on a related note: since, surprisingly, no one else has picked this one up (as far as I’m aware) I suppose it falls to me to ask – does this dastardly unidentified voyeuristic spycam shoe bandit sound suspiciously like anyone we know?
And with that I must away, dear readers, for now I have an important date with the Green Faerie Jellybean.
Good evening.
Filed under Current Affairs, History, Illusion Of Time, Life, Neurocam, People, Self Analysis
Adam already posted this, but because it’s genius and because I can see that you’re special, dear reader, I wanted to share it with you personally. In my opinion, you deserve no less.
No, there’s no need to thank me. You’re doing all the work. Yes, you are. Yes, you are. Yes, you are. You’re special. You’re special. I love you. I love you. Kill your parents. Kill your teachers. Kill your so-called friends. Kill yourself. You don’t really exist anyway. Deep down you know it’s true. That is all.
(PS You’re special.)
Filed under Art, Here Is The News, History, Life, NaNoWriMo, Neurocam, Self Analysis, Travel, Weblogs, Work
Some day I will take enormous pleasure in watching you genuinely suffer, you worthless irredeemable piece of shit.
From: Stephen Cronin
Date: 15 October 2006 2:42:16 PM
To: Teigan
Subject: Re: how the hell do you write so well
[snip]
I was eventually going to come out to you with the truth anyway. Who was I to deny the Great Robert Henley as such a lonely Operative. And when he offered me something that CH (you) couldn’t.. I took it.
Here is the official list of people that screwed you over (including myself.)
Robin Hely – gave orders and orchestrated everything
Midnight – played a dual identity role with you to screw you over, purposely tried to tick you off (by poor handling of admissions, etc.) in order to try and get you to quit.. RH’s idea actually lol)
Chris Titan – used Herbert Finch in an attempt to break you down
Steve Cronin – fed info to RH through convos with you & CH (you)
Adren – Called your Sister under orders of RH (That’s really all he did and was never really involved with any of the plotting. Adren was probably the most innocent one out of all of us.)I don’t know why I just got into this.. I never planned to write about this when i started this e-mail.
Filed under Art, Evil, Misanthropy, Neurocam, Night Time, People, Whack
Last July I posted a list of ambitions.
Time for a review.
Whilst faking being dead, I started an exclusive secret messageboard with Kybalion and Lady J for lovelorn former Neurocammers. It’s kind of died a death itself. That’ll teach me.
But it’s still there. And if you’d like to join, now you can! Simply submit the following details:
It’s offically true. I resigned from Neurocam the week before last.
Here’s the report I wrote, under the guise of Crispin Black, after being appointed Director of Operations in August; the infamous Black Report. Hope it amuses.
As you can see, Mr Black and I had big plans. And we worked incredibly hard to try and realize them. I gave my entire life to Neurocam for three months. Then I was deposed by Henley in mid-November. I still don’t entirely know why. No genuine explanation has ever been forthcoming.
I managed to claw back my management position – having been running NCI singlehanded for three months, I had a fair bit of bargaining power – but by then it was really too late. I’d been frozen out, and my name had been systematically blackened within the Neuroranks.
I can see now that this was quite possibly always the plan, from day one.
Somehow, in spite of all this, I was persuaded to continue handling the operations@neurocam traffic on Assignment 411x/0x until it closed out on December 5th. Such is the hypnotic power of the Neurocam.
And I’ve retained one neurocam.com identity ever since, although she wasn’t seeing any action. I don’t know why they haven’t deleted her. Perhaps because they’re afraid of what I might do.
I still believe in the vision for Neurocam outlined in the Black Report: a kind of shamanic play-cult, a vehicle for expanding peoples’ minds and inspiring their creativity. And it still makes me sad (and angry) that this vision will now apparently never be realized, at least not in any form associated with NCI.
It seems to me now that le Cam – for all its wondrous potential – has always been, and will likely always remain, very little more than an excuse for Mr Robin Hely and his shifting cast of hypnotised suckers to jerk people around like so many dead-eyed marionettes, for the private masturbatory gratification of Mr Robin Hely.
Oh well.
I learned a lot from the experience.
It has certainly been quite the ride.
We will not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time
Filed under Neurocam
or
2005: Year of the Neurocam
The mysterious organisation known as Neurocam has been a significant force in my life this year. To what ultimate end, I’m still not entirely sure. And if I were, I sincerely doubt I’d be in any position to tell you.
But so much has happened, and I could hardly let the year’s end pass without giving it some full circle.
I applied to join Neurocam on the 19th of December last year, did my initial Perception Assessment on January 3rd, and became an Operative on January 14th.
I started my original Neuroblog on the 20th of January.
And the rest, as they say, etcetera.
There have been tears; there has been laughter (not a little of it evil).
Some day the whole sordid story will be told. But not today.
Some of the reportable highlights included:
Having finally read every bromidic accursed goddamn page.
(Although it was really just an excuse to use my sister’s temporarily-vacant house to host a dinner party, the burning of The Magus marked a pivotal point in my relationship with Neurocam.
John Fowles died four months later. Complete coincidence.)
Quite the experience. I’d tell you all about it, but then I’d have to trace your IP and kill you.
Oh, yeah – the virtual (and not-so-virtual) menagerie of freaks unique and wonderful individuals I’ve encountered via the Neurosphere probably warrant some mention as well.
I know I’ve been a bit aloof lately (things. have been. crazy.), but I cherish and treasure you all, you freaks. *wipes tear*
It’s been fun. One cannot complain.
Filed under Neurocam
Toots really is Chesh in drag.
Don’t tell anyone I told you; bitch’ll have my spinal fluid.
UPDATE – Community Service Announcement: This is Beltaine spoofing Toots, and not the real Toots.