Cool the page finally loaded!
Part 2 of the off-the-top-of-my-head-conintuous-narrative thing. No, I don't know what I'm going to type next.
(For part one, see yesterday's Journal.)
What the hell? As the page started to load, he noticed that none of the usual graphics were loading. The header to the website, and the button bar, linking to news updates, new topics and so on, wasnt there. All there was on the page was one enormous high resolution picture, that, thanks to his dial up connection, was loading very slowly. It looked like the interior of a young persons apartment. Various posters to art films or cult movies pasted up, photos of friends, centerfolds from porn magazines, all plastered on the wall, along with blood...
What the FUCK? he thought it was blood at least...he didnt remember a bloodstain on the poster to Barton Fink...he tried to think back to scenes from the movie...to remember if there had been any blood in the movie at all...but before he could continue the thought, he more of the picture had loaded...a bed...tainted with a rich dark red...a cold white hand...a familiar plaid shirt...
He sat at his computer...staring at the screen...waiting for the gruesome scene to finish loading...What he saw wasnt pretty...more blood...clutter on the floor...The body was very familiar to him...as was all the paraphernalia on the walls...He hadnt heard from him much since college...the last time they talked...he seemed OK...
His body was still...but his mind raced...What was he looking at? Sometimes the mind cant accept truth at face value...it seems so bizzare to be real... He could be looking at a still of a homemade horror movie...(No, hes so anal hed never do that to his own sheets) It could be the result of boredom mixed with a digital camera and an afternoon on photoshop...(If it was...it was a damned good job, looked frighteningly real)...
Scenario after scenario played through his mind, and got shot down by nervous reason... until only one option was left...the one he feared...the one he didnt want to be true...that his friend had been killed, or committed suicide.
His hand shook over the keyboard and the mouse...the grizzly scene had finished its loading...One last shred of hope popped in his mind...this could be a joke...any minute, flash animated words Gotcha or something like that would load and scroll across the screen, and he could once again breathe easy...
After 45 minutes, nothing else had loaded...
Part 3 tomorrow.
Part 2 of the off-the-top-of-my-head-conintuous-narrative thing. No, I don't know what I'm going to type next.
(For part one, see yesterday's Journal.)
What the hell? As the page started to load, he noticed that none of the usual graphics were loading. The header to the website, and the button bar, linking to news updates, new topics and so on, wasnt there. All there was on the page was one enormous high resolution picture, that, thanks to his dial up connection, was loading very slowly. It looked like the interior of a young persons apartment. Various posters to art films or cult movies pasted up, photos of friends, centerfolds from porn magazines, all plastered on the wall, along with blood...
What the FUCK? he thought it was blood at least...he didnt remember a bloodstain on the poster to Barton Fink...he tried to think back to scenes from the movie...to remember if there had been any blood in the movie at all...but before he could continue the thought, he more of the picture had loaded...a bed...tainted with a rich dark red...a cold white hand...a familiar plaid shirt...
He sat at his computer...staring at the screen...waiting for the gruesome scene to finish loading...What he saw wasnt pretty...more blood...clutter on the floor...The body was very familiar to him...as was all the paraphernalia on the walls...He hadnt heard from him much since college...the last time they talked...he seemed OK...
His body was still...but his mind raced...What was he looking at? Sometimes the mind cant accept truth at face value...it seems so bizzare to be real... He could be looking at a still of a homemade horror movie...(No, hes so anal hed never do that to his own sheets) It could be the result of boredom mixed with a digital camera and an afternoon on photoshop...(If it was...it was a damned good job, looked frighteningly real)...
Scenario after scenario played through his mind, and got shot down by nervous reason... until only one option was left...the one he feared...the one he didnt want to be true...that his friend had been killed, or committed suicide.
His hand shook over the keyboard and the mouse...the grizzly scene had finished its loading...One last shred of hope popped in his mind...this could be a joke...any minute, flash animated words Gotcha or something like that would load and scroll across the screen, and he could once again breathe easy...
After 45 minutes, nothing else had loaded...
Part 3 tomorrow.