Okay so I’ve had five people ask me to come out tonight. Which is great and I like having people to do that with. BUT I WANT TO STAY IN BED. It’s the first time in SIX MONTHS where I can just sit on my ass for hours and hours and hours. I wanted this so bad.
And after just saying ‘I’m just going home’ and being laughed and and ridiculed, I got ONE more invitation to go out drinking. The following was my response.
"I have been banished to my tower and the gravity is at around mach 4 here. Moving is difficult. Plus, my floor got taken away so I can’t leave my bed. And I don’t have any snacks. Sorry, I’m booked."
Sorry I don’t want to go out tonight. It’s nothing personal.
Whip out your tiny violins for artist Sebastian Errazuriz, who this week at Art Basel debuted a collection of women’s shoes inspired by 12 women who, at one time or another, gave him boners. Each boner shoe has its own accompanying story, like an American Girl doll except every story is ultimately about a whiny guy having a sex and then being like ugh, this loser who had sex with me! Real groundbreaking stuff.
oh god oh god go hod.
His writing is horrible but the shoes are kind of fantastic!
Alright, guys. I need to share something with all of you.
I was out biking through Dodge Park this afternoon, right? And I biked a good eleven miles through the park before I stopped under a bridge to rest.
Well, under the bridge, I found a tiny clear sandwich bag. It was covered in dry mud and dirt and bits of grass, and I almost completely passed it by until I realized that this was inside of it:
I picked open the baggy with a stick (because germs and stuff, right?) and, because I’m naturally curious and always looking for anything interesting to happen in my life, took it home.
It didn’t look like it was in that bad of shape, so I wasn’t terribly surprised to discover that it still worked. What kind of surprised me was what was on it: A single WMV file, titled “THE_HOUSE.”
This is that video file. And, I won’t lie to you, it gives me the creeps.
Guys, it got creepier!
So there was something else on the flash drive. It was a just file called “.txt”, so I thought it was just technical mumbo jumbo and ignored it originally.
Well, it’s a “Notepad” document:
Dammit, I hate how Tumblr makes everything so small. Here, I’ll screencap the important stuff:
A bunch of numbers and the phrase “See No Evil” typed a billion times.
I hope whoever made this flash drive wanted to terrify whoever found it ._.
For reference, here’s the original video and text file.
We very rarely EVER reblog from another blog, but holy shit guys, this is SOOOOO creepy awesome
I’m not sure if I’ve reblogged this on here or if it was my other blog, but either way, I’m loving this.
The numbers are coordinates that point to a street called ‘van dyke ave.’ in Washington Township, right outside of Detroit in Michigan.