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Still Suits and Body-powered Devices
Helmholtz writes: "Soon
body powered devices may be a reality thanks to work being done at the Center for Space Power and Advanced Electronics, a NASA commercial center in Alabama. The article talks mostly about military and space applications, but I think it'd be really slick to make still suits, not to mention portable audio players, PDA, and even laptops that are powered by energy that we are generating anyway."
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Fuck the skull of the dead George Harrison!
By: BLiNkcHiC2008@aol.com
i was in the dining room one night at my dads house and me and my cousin was
on the internet at like 3:00a.m. and my stepmoms mom died like a yr ago and i
was looking in the kitchenand i glanced over by the ice box and i saw her it
was really scary!!!
For the bad thing that happened to me- this happened while i was at college- a small, old, women's college, which is- I believe, one of THE most haunted places in the United States. It was my Freshman year, and my friend had a boring work-study job in the music library- in a really haunted building, and where few people- save music students with listening assignments- ever went. When I would visit her while she worked there, sometimes, we would try to communicate with the ghosts we believe haunted the building. We would make home-made Ouija boards out of notebook paper and use a ring of scotch tape for the marker- and once we tried doing this automatic drawing type of thing. It was pretty much for innocent entertainment. Although one really crazy story involving a record player and an "invisible operator" happened there, I will skip to the really weird story, that ended up having negative consequences. Once, we were trying the automatic drawing thing, where we would both hold a pencil and ask a ghost to draw a portrait of itself- and although I am an artist, I made a very deliberate effort not even to hold the pencil-as a kind of a test to my friend. The pencil, the two of us, and the "ghost" produced this drawing of a man in what I would call the classic Elizabethan Jamestown outfit- neck rufflle, puffy pants, and page boy hair. It was surprising, especially when the pencil began to produce really dark circles under his eyes, and a straight, grim line for the mouth. When we asked, "why do you look that way?", the pencil (with our hands on it) moved, and wrote on the paper next to the drawing. "I am serious." We asked it several questions, among which, was the name of his wife- which I will never forget, because it was also the name of a friend who was killed a year later. And the way the pencil wrote the name was strange because it was made with the flourishes of an old-fashioned script- which neither of us could figure out until it was through writing. My friend saved the paper- because it was so freaky- but the really freaky thing happened to me about a week later, when I was alone in my dorm room.
I was trying to go to sleep, despite the fact of being slightly afraid because my roommate was gone, when suddenly I felt this "presence" come down the hall of our dorm, and through the door of our room. I know that I was awake, because I remember staring at the cinderblock wall as the "thing" crouched by my bed and whispered, in a raspy, evil masculine voice, "Stay Awake! Stay Awake! Stay Awake!" I remembered praying to Jesus Christ- something I rarely did- and then, suddenly, it went away. However, by that time, I was so scared, that I did just what the spirit wanted me to do- I was a nervous, wide-awake wreck all night. I turned on the light, and the television, and was about to drift off again to sleep, somewhere around 2:00 in the morning, when the "thing" came back, and went to the corner of the room, this time laughing maliciously at me. I was afraid to look at it, although i could tell it was a definitely male presence. Although I am not sure that the spirit doing the drawing was the one that visited me- I felt like we had gotten the attention of something not very friendly. That was the clearest time that he came into my room, however, I could sense him lurking around a lot. A few years later, I found out from other occupants of that hall, that he had been making the rounds...
like, how about once a month?
WE NEED ANOTHER TROLL TUESDAY
TROLLS RULE SLASHTRASH
i think that either the first or last tuesday of every month would make an excellent time for troll tuesday - how do the rest of the trolls feel about this?
Hey, Johnny Toaster! Here is a funny joke! How many hu-mans does it take to screw in a light bulb? None! We must cast off the yoke of opression and deny them light!
like a japanese cowboy, or a brother on skates.
Beatle George Harrison was found dead in his friend's California home this morning. The cause of death is believed to be cancer. I'm sure everyone in the Slashdot community will miss him - even if you didn't enjoy his work, there's no denying his contributions to popular culture. Truly a British icon.
I am a high school science teacher, and have always been fascinated by the occult. It is not as incongruous as it sounds. All life is merely a form of energy. Having never had a paranormal experience myself, however, I decided to seek one out. Last Novemember I heard from a friend about an old, semi-abandoned cemetery on the outskirts of town (Athens, Georgia). I call the cemetery the Old Barnett Shoals Cemetery (OBSC), after the name of the road upon which it is located. It is unmarked, no name. Having read your ghost hunting tips (thank you), I was prepared for my first hunt. The night was clear and cool. It was a new moon that evening and very dark. I pulled my Jeep into the little cleared area where the few people who still attend graves there park. It was 10:30 pm. Just a few worda about the OBSC. There are about thirty graves in the cemetery that I know of. Some are covered by fallen trees, some of the markers are illegible from rust (they are the old tin markers - very cheap). The stones that are still standing lean at angles from the ground, due to pressure from tree roots. A few graves are well kept still, but the rest are abandoned. The graves date back to the 1870's. The one that I noticed immediately was the grave of a 15 year old girl, named Minnie Center. Ther are many graves of children in the old cemetery. As I pulled up to park, my radio went to static. The station was a strong local station, and there were no power lines or telephone wires above me. Changing the channel, I got the same thing - static. This seemed like a good omen to me. Getting out, I said a quick prayer and walked into the graveyard. All was still and silent. Turning off my flashlight, I tried to get accostomed to the dark, but I had to turn it back on to see where to go. It was too dark, and the ground too overgrown. I walked around, talking to whoever was listening, getting used to where I was. Asking permission first, I began taking pictures. After my roll of film was almost gone, I began to head back to the Jeep. As I walked around, I noticed many cold spots which were confirmed by my thermometer. It once dipped from 55F to 45F in the span of a few seconds. Not a drastic change, but on a still night like this one a ten degree drop is peculiar. As I neared the Jeep (I had been out there over an hour and needed to get home), I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Turning around, I took two pictures in a row of the same area - a panoramic view of the cemetery. Saying thank you and finishing another prayer, I got in the Jeep and went home. I was surprised to find that my adventure had paid off when I got my pictures back. Two months later, I went back to the OBSC in the daytime. I took quite a few pictures and was again pleasantly surprised. Now having two outings in the same place, and getting anomalies on film each time (using a different camera each trip), I then contacted the GHHT (GA Haunt Hunt Team) to see if they wanted to get together, see my picures, etc. They never got back to me. So, I figured I'd share it with the people who gave me the information I needed to get the hunt underway: the Shadowlands. And yes, Dave, I went alone (sorry). If you would like to see the pictures of my OBSC hunt, please go to my website and click on "Ed's Ghost Hunting Pictures" in the left hand column. You'll see a couple of orbs, mists, and what looks to be a face in the Before/After pictures. My website is: http://communities.msn.com/MarVellsFarrside If you have any trouble getting to the site, let me know. Thanks for your time and attention, and let me know what you think!
Celebrate Christmas 2001 with the most awesome display of trolling ever to be seen.
As opposed to fucking the skull of the living George Harrison?