EDIT TO ADD - If you like creepy atmosphere, fucked up thought processes, or just plain difficult riddles, go to this site. There are 81 pages. I have made it to 8. Most people give up at 4. Think you can go far? Give it a try. Read the sites FAQ and HINT sections before you go in. This invovles knowing computer common sense as well. Such as knowing control + A will highlight your picture and show you darkened lettering. Know what codes are. How to find HTML Source (very simple, right click your page anywhere and choose to view source) etc. It's not all computer jargon. Alot of it is just plain mystifying, taken from all over the world and from all time periods. You can also google for some clues, and in fact some of the pages require you do. Of course, you can also google for answers to puzzles outright, but even then, will you understand how to input them? This is truly the first challenging riddle I've ever encountered, and definately the most complex. Prepare for a headache!!!
http://www.deathball.net/notpron/notpron.htm
If any of you were wondering about my Security Officer O Awesome position, here's a great story about my boring day. Ripped from my LiveJournal, cuz I need some grub. Take care.
The interview went swimmingly. I met alot of interesting and crazy people, both on the streets and in the elevator of the huge ass building. From the moment I met the woman, she seemed to take to me very well, complimented me, offered me the hours and pay I wanted to start, and set me up for my drug test. Ok, so that's some good driving, right? Wrong. By the end of today's journey, I will have put well over 100 miles on my old Accord. It should have been like 40, blah. I can choose a variety of places all over the Northside for the test, all within 3 hours of Lenox. Or, go to Riverdale Road, where I practically grew up. I chose the latter, of course. I get there. The building is abandoned. Thinking something amiss, I go into the building's closed wings. No people. I go around back, and see a staff entrance door. It's the only door that is unlocked, but something is on the other side of it. I push lightly, to feel the object's size. I push just hard enough, and break through some wood plank holding the door shut. Whoops. I figure, already did the damage, time to look around. I walk around the place for less than five minutes. A doctor's office, all shadows, especially because of the lack of windows or paint over them, comfirms for me that I'm in the wrong place. Plus, phone jacks that look torn out of the walls, and computer modem jacks the same way. Hmm. I think I'd have been scared if this were 10 years or so ago, but with how I am now, it was actually just an amusing diversion to pass the time. Until I realize wasting time = bad. It's a little after 3, all the places close at 5 for the testing. So I go outside, where I finally see another human being. She tells me (nurse on cig break), go across the street, to the main hospital, they moved there. She said vandals or more likely the wind always tears their little paper down telling you, not building 81, but building 31. That's quite a difference at Southern Regional. SO, I head there. I try the top floor, and the lobby floor, as they are TAKEN OFF THE DIRECTORY. I know it does noone any good for me to cause a problem, so I keep my temper in check (doc said if I don't I'll need heart meds before I hit 35). I try the basement. Found it quick after that. SO. Sign in, about 10 people ahead of me. I sit in the cramped room with the angry rednecks and rude black people and their crying loud ass kids for 30 minutes or so. That's fine. I really am the calm little center of the universe, nothing bothers me and I just go with the flow. The nurse comes out, THREE people ahead of me. She gets behind her window, muttering about not wanting to get lynched, and explains rudely they are out of cups. I know they screen blood, breath, and other such things. But HOW do you run out of CUPS at a place that checks urine daily?! Shouldn't someone look into a cabinet and go "hmm, down to 50 cups, and it's Thursday. Gotta stay open till Saturday evening, better order some cups!!". FUCKING LAZY IDIOTS!!! Anywho, I let it wash over me. I don't get upset when the redneck gloats in front of me that he had his turn. I don't care when the baby yells right in my left ear. I don't even care when the nurse lady rudely shoves HER OWN clinic phone at me and tells me to get the number, address, and directions to another clinic myself because she's too busy flirting with a trashy negro half her age. I calmly handle the nurse on the other end of the line. She's had a long day, but she isn't too rude. She informs me (thank you, oh thank you) that rather than go to the Northside again, she can give me directions to her in Stockbridge, because I told her I live on the South side in Fayette. SO. She gives me some kinda simple directions, and I worry I don't have enough detail, but after having asked her twice I guess it's all I'll get. I now have less than one hour to get from Reeferdale to Stockbridge. I hit Hwy 75 South going over 90 most of the way, and finally arrive at the clinic. No wait, no hassles. Go in, piss in the cup. Training movie (lame, cheesey thing that it is) will kill 3 hours of my life, and a test following on Monday. Then, on site training will begin, hopefully soon after. Maybe even same day, if I'm lucky! Once again, I barely make it by the seat of my ass hairs.
And am I upset? Hell no! I'm happy as all get out. This Security Officer position is not only ten minutes on site from my home, it pays better than any job I've ever had, even the Chef position. I'm pretty damn happy, and think it was worth it. Although I do wonder how some people survive day by day. But that is their problem, not mine!
The music lately has been alot of Metallica, with a little Guns and Roses on the side.
http://www.deathball.net/notpron/notpron.htm
If any of you were wondering about my Security Officer O Awesome position, here's a great story about my boring day. Ripped from my LiveJournal, cuz I need some grub. Take care.
The interview went swimmingly. I met alot of interesting and crazy people, both on the streets and in the elevator of the huge ass building. From the moment I met the woman, she seemed to take to me very well, complimented me, offered me the hours and pay I wanted to start, and set me up for my drug test. Ok, so that's some good driving, right? Wrong. By the end of today's journey, I will have put well over 100 miles on my old Accord. It should have been like 40, blah. I can choose a variety of places all over the Northside for the test, all within 3 hours of Lenox. Or, go to Riverdale Road, where I practically grew up. I chose the latter, of course. I get there. The building is abandoned. Thinking something amiss, I go into the building's closed wings. No people. I go around back, and see a staff entrance door. It's the only door that is unlocked, but something is on the other side of it. I push lightly, to feel the object's size. I push just hard enough, and break through some wood plank holding the door shut. Whoops. I figure, already did the damage, time to look around. I walk around the place for less than five minutes. A doctor's office, all shadows, especially because of the lack of windows or paint over them, comfirms for me that I'm in the wrong place. Plus, phone jacks that look torn out of the walls, and computer modem jacks the same way. Hmm. I think I'd have been scared if this were 10 years or so ago, but with how I am now, it was actually just an amusing diversion to pass the time. Until I realize wasting time = bad. It's a little after 3, all the places close at 5 for the testing. So I go outside, where I finally see another human being. She tells me (nurse on cig break), go across the street, to the main hospital, they moved there. She said vandals or more likely the wind always tears their little paper down telling you, not building 81, but building 31. That's quite a difference at Southern Regional. SO, I head there. I try the top floor, and the lobby floor, as they are TAKEN OFF THE DIRECTORY. I know it does noone any good for me to cause a problem, so I keep my temper in check (doc said if I don't I'll need heart meds before I hit 35). I try the basement. Found it quick after that. SO. Sign in, about 10 people ahead of me. I sit in the cramped room with the angry rednecks and rude black people and their crying loud ass kids for 30 minutes or so. That's fine. I really am the calm little center of the universe, nothing bothers me and I just go with the flow. The nurse comes out, THREE people ahead of me. She gets behind her window, muttering about not wanting to get lynched, and explains rudely they are out of cups. I know they screen blood, breath, and other such things. But HOW do you run out of CUPS at a place that checks urine daily?! Shouldn't someone look into a cabinet and go "hmm, down to 50 cups, and it's Thursday. Gotta stay open till Saturday evening, better order some cups!!". FUCKING LAZY IDIOTS!!! Anywho, I let it wash over me. I don't get upset when the redneck gloats in front of me that he had his turn. I don't care when the baby yells right in my left ear. I don't even care when the nurse lady rudely shoves HER OWN clinic phone at me and tells me to get the number, address, and directions to another clinic myself because she's too busy flirting with a trashy negro half her age. I calmly handle the nurse on the other end of the line. She's had a long day, but she isn't too rude. She informs me (thank you, oh thank you) that rather than go to the Northside again, she can give me directions to her in Stockbridge, because I told her I live on the South side in Fayette. SO. She gives me some kinda simple directions, and I worry I don't have enough detail, but after having asked her twice I guess it's all I'll get. I now have less than one hour to get from Reeferdale to Stockbridge. I hit Hwy 75 South going over 90 most of the way, and finally arrive at the clinic. No wait, no hassles. Go in, piss in the cup. Training movie (lame, cheesey thing that it is) will kill 3 hours of my life, and a test following on Monday. Then, on site training will begin, hopefully soon after. Maybe even same day, if I'm lucky! Once again, I barely make it by the seat of my ass hairs.
And am I upset? Hell no! I'm happy as all get out. This Security Officer position is not only ten minutes on site from my home, it pays better than any job I've ever had, even the Chef position. I'm pretty damn happy, and think it was worth it. Although I do wonder how some people survive day by day. But that is their problem, not mine!
The music lately has been alot of Metallica, with a little Guns and Roses on the side.
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demandred:
You get to carry?
inkofthesoul:
heard klayton and the rest of dweller is still in studio. miss all of ya bastards. enjoy the new security job.