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June 18th, 2004

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I suppose this explains why I am so obsessed with thisisnotporn.com. Any why I'm both a writer and a programmer. And why I can sit down and WRITE things or DO things, but I'm terrible at trying to verbally explain them to people.

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I am a reading addict, as most people know.

J. reviewed Paul G. Tremblay's "Compositions for the Young and Old" several months ago and mentioned that he had done a "three chapter trade" for reviewing.

We were talking tonight about horror writing.

"Well yeah, I mean, I've read through Paul's book like four times, and I still-"
"Wait. You have the WHOLE BOOK?"
"Yeah..."
"And not just the three stories you named before that I already read?"
"Um... yeahhh..."
"RAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! *froth twitch*"
"Um... you want to read them?"
"rrrr."

I imagine trying to give withheld horror fiction to me is rather like trying to toss a raw steak to a werewolf.
RRRRRR! Rrrrrrmmmrrrrr. Hmf. *gnar gnar gnar*

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I just had a very creepy realization, now that I've been messing with thisisnotporn.com for a while.

Back in the middle of April, I got a very strange anonymous comment in my LJ. I have anon comments screened, so I looked at it, went "Spam bot gone haywire, I guess," and went to delete it.

Stopped.

Looked again.

Realized that it was barely coded and said "Time is running out I will die".

The HELL?!

I decided to run an IP search on it to see if one of my friends was screwing with me. I was emailing J. about it at the time. "What the- it resolves to someplace on the edge of Sweden. I don't frigging know anyone there..."

I decided to save it as screened, because it was creepy enough that a good story idea might develop out of it. Then I forgot about it.

Tonight on my way home, my brain just clicked. "Time is running out I will die" "HELP I AM DROWNING" "The boy will die alone".

O_O

Coincidence? Or did I get spammed by The Boy? Either way, it's fucking freaky.
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