Grool The Demon

Yeah this is a real image. It’s all post-processed smoothing from subtle movements captured on what was probably a 3 photo HDR bust by a camera phone. Meanwhile, some of the issues are literally artifacts from compression and the rolling shutter.

I read this in Alistair Sims voice.

Absofuckinlutely

Yeah! Fuck pullover hoodies. They literally suck. When you get warm, instead of simply unzipping I gotta pull the whole thing off and over my head. Then my Tshirt and hair get messed up and it’s a whole thing. Zipups forever. I’ll die on this hill.

This is why I primarily use my phone to eye fuck the nastiest hardcore porn into my brain. If it’s all going to shit I might as well be gooned the fuck out

I never really understood the debate. In reality, if you were standing in front of the dress it is black and blue. Now, if you take a digital photo of the dress and post it on the internet as a terribly compressed jpg, with weird white balancing, and brightness/contrast turned up and down it is gold and white. The debate isn’t really about the reality of the color of the dress but the reality of a badly edited photo.

I’ve probably watched that video from Conan O’Brien 100 times and it never fails to make me laugh every time. His delivery is just perfect.snd Conan’s reaction is priceless.

A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office, and the podiatrist’s office says, “What seems to be the problem, moth?”

The moth says “What’s the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and that seems to bring him happiness. But I don’t know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and there… at night I…I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed that’s on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in the…in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. And my other boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My other boy, Gregarro Ivinalititavitch… I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I… that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror. If only I wasn’t such a coward, then perhaps…perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all…Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though I’m a moth, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. I’m not feeling good. And so the doctor says, “Moth, man, you’re troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?”

And the moth says, “‘Cause the light was on."

-Norm Macdonald

History only favors the victor no matter how it started.

I’ll take The Rapists for $200.00.

A SUCCULENT CHINESE MEAL?!

Evangelion will let you skip ahead 14 years…

SATANIC PANIC!!!

Insert same picture meme

Yeah it is a pretty neat idea. Not sure how I’d feel reliving the idea. I got goosebumps just writing the post.

It was around the time that game L.A. Noir first came out. I ended up getting really sick with the flu and I was having these really vivid dreams where I was a detective investigating gruesome crime scenes and questioning suspects.

Anyways, my girlfriend at the time worked a lot of odd hours and she had a late shift on one of the days I was sick. So I crawled in bed around 6 or 7 pm hoping I’d get to see her and be feeling a bit better when she got home at 11. I’m exhausted so I immediately fall asleep.

So, I end up having another detective dream where I’m going over this murder scene where this lady was butchered in her kitchen. It’s even in black and white. I’m gathering evidence, questioning the neighbors and other passers by and talking with my partner who reminded me of Robert Stack from Unsolved Mysteries.

While all this is going on I start hearing someone calling my name. Real light and slow like it’s far away. At this point I feel like I’m obsessed with the case and really closing in on a suspect. My partner and I stop to take a smoke break and go over some ideas when I hear my name called but only louder. At this point it’s been escalating louder and louder for what seems like an hour.

I look at my partner and he’s reacting as if he heard it. So I ask him if he heard someone calling my name. He just kinda wryly smiles as he looks down stamping out his cigarette under his polished black leather shoe and just sort of chuckles. He says, yeah… “I heard it. I guess we’ll have to finish the case some other time.”

I argue with him asking him what he means, we can’t stop now, and we’re getting too close to an answer. That’s when he finally lifts his head, sort of tips his brimmed hat back, and looks me dead in the eye as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We stand there in silence for a second when we hear someone call my name again only louder and closer this time. That’s when he told me sternly as he squeezed my shoulder “None of this matters, none of this is real… It’s time for you to wake up now.”

It felt like I was pulled back into reality, like a rope literally tanked me upright in bed. Now, I’m sitting there just heavily breathing and sweating bullets when my girlfriend walked in and asked me how I was feeling and that she’d been trying to wake me up for like 5 minutes because she’s gotten some soup and crackers ready for me to try and eat.

The whole experience was just so odd I couldn’t shake it for like a week. She’d been the one calling me but that 5 minutes in dream time felt so much longer. Also, it felt surreal how my partner seemed to have real agency and how it all felt so real.

In the end, I never ended up having another detective dream or finishing the case. It’s like the facade of the dream world was shattered in that moment and my partner was kind of saying goodbye. I don’t know why I dreamed of a good man, friend , and partner like Stanford McCallister but I still wish I could thank him for waking me up.

I kind of agree… I hated it at first but it grew on me.

What a thing to Bragg about.

The Brotherhood of Stone has been at this for centuries making people believe in rocks. Its the most despicable, heinous, ludicrous conspiracy that has its claws reaching into everything, literally everything. I’ve been researching it for decades and I still haven’t found just how far the rabbit hole goes.

Obviously sleeper agents to spread the infernal unnatural words of the geologist conspiracy. Rock Hudson! Just look how long they’ve been keeping the blinders on all of us.