Sorry about the last post.
I was in a kind of fog but I just cleared up.
Literally a moment of clarity; I was going around trying to find something that I supposedly had collected, and I had a panic attack. I started flipping out and remembered how fucking stupid and crazy it is to be in this house.
Like being in an airplane and realizing that you're trapped in a metal tube three hundred thousand feet in the sky.
I'm stuck in tiny brick house that possibly has a shadow monster in the basement.
And someone's outside.
I couldn't quite see them before but I can now; they're wearing a dark grey jacket with a brown hood drawn over their head. I can just make out the little glimmer of their eyes.
And the clouds aren't clouds.
They're birds.
There must be thousands of them; blocking out the sun in a flurry of black wings and feathery bodies. Somehow I can feel all those pairs of tiny ebon eyes on me.
Why are they here? The guy sort of makes sense, but those birds?
Regardless, something is keeping him at a distance now; I don't know what but I have maybe a couple of minutes to pack before I have to bail.
I'll grab the essentials and leave out the back; make a break for it and try to get into my car.
And from there?
Well the one woman said I would have to run, and "find the man with the memories".
So I guess that's what happens next.
What the fuck happened to my life?
~Ji
Something's Wrong
I don't know what it is, but something's off.
It's like everything is a little too bright, like I don't weigh enough to be as big as I am.
Sometimes when I try to think about something it gets distorted; the proportions are all wrong.
The power keeps going out and coming back on and the sky is so dark.
I plug in headphones and it sounds like someone else it talking to me, shrieking and shrieking words in the static.
I keep looking outside and think that I see someone out there but they aren't there and they must be at the other side of the house but when I look there they aren't there either.
I feel like I'm collected.
Like so many things I've picked up.
I have to go.
I need something.
It's like everything is a little too bright, like I don't weigh enough to be as big as I am.
Sometimes when I try to think about something it gets distorted; the proportions are all wrong.
The power keeps going out and coming back on and the sky is so dark.
I plug in headphones and it sounds like someone else it talking to me, shrieking and shrieking words in the static.
I keep looking outside and think that I see someone out there but they aren't there and they must be at the other side of the house but when I look there they aren't there either.
I feel like I'm collected.
Like so many things I've picked up.
I have to go.
I need something.
Resume Normality
I don't think those electric company workers really knew what they were doing.
There's been three power outages since my last post already, and I'm currently running on computer battery now. I must say that despite my earlier assumptions of not needing a flashlight as powerful as the one I made, it's turning out to be quite helpful.
Hopefully, these power issues aren't because I lifted that wire cutter. Though, it would seem oddly fitting if it was.
I'm going to have to pick up new batteries soon though. Normally I'd pick up some from the workbench downstairs, but there's no way I'm going back into the basement. No fucking way.
So as you can guess, that's still barricaded.
But in the brighter side of news I got some more things:
Obviously, a very good haul overall. Especially that porcelain doll, woman at the flee market practically shoved it into my arms, seemed desperate about it; of course, the Chinese guy did almost the same thing, but that's part of bartering.
Pro tip for apprentice negotiators: the best tool to get someone to lower the price while bartering is to politely use the words "I think I'll look somewhere else" and walk away. I once had a guy run half a block to me, exclaiming that he'd cut the already halved price if it would suit me. To be noted though, this was in Wuhan, where there are so many bartering markets that the idea of losing a customer to another stand is actually something people care about, so it isn't as helpful in less populous places.
Anyway, I'll get back to posting later.
It's a really cloudy day outside, I should probably get the batteries soon.
~Ji
There's been three power outages since my last post already, and I'm currently running on computer battery now. I must say that despite my earlier assumptions of not needing a flashlight as powerful as the one I made, it's turning out to be quite helpful.
Hopefully, these power issues aren't because I lifted that wire cutter. Though, it would seem oddly fitting if it was.
I'm going to have to pick up new batteries soon though. Normally I'd pick up some from the workbench downstairs, but there's no way I'm going back into the basement. No fucking way.
So as you can guess, that's still barricaded.
But in the brighter side of news I got some more things:
- Cloth, double ring belt (1997)
- Old, iron sewing scissors
- Tribal necklace (Very good deal from man in china town. Probably a fake or something, but still cool)
- Old cigar box (Still smells like them)
- Antique porcelain doll
Obviously, a very good haul overall. Especially that porcelain doll, woman at the flee market practically shoved it into my arms, seemed desperate about it; of course, the Chinese guy did almost the same thing, but that's part of bartering.
Pro tip for apprentice negotiators: the best tool to get someone to lower the price while bartering is to politely use the words "I think I'll look somewhere else" and walk away. I once had a guy run half a block to me, exclaiming that he'd cut the already halved price if it would suit me. To be noted though, this was in Wuhan, where there are so many bartering markets that the idea of losing a customer to another stand is actually something people care about, so it isn't as helpful in less populous places.
Anyway, I'll get back to posting later.
It's a really cloudy day outside, I should probably get the batteries soon.
~Ji
Home Again
Hopefully the name of this post will clue into its nature.
So I'm back. Crazy cryptic ancient woman said it was ok and, against all logical judgment and reason, I'm going to believe her. I'll just keep indoors as much as possible and figure out what the hell I picked up that brought me into this mess. Toss it out and I'll be done with this.
No more scary fucking shadow monsters.
Though for the time being, I've barricaded the basement. I'm not going down there anytime soon. Or ever again.
No more scary fucking shadow monsters.
Though for the time being, I've barricaded the basement. I'm not going down there anytime soon. Or ever again.
In other news, remember that industrial light I talked about in this post? Well, I've gone and started using it for something.
At first I was thinking about incorporating it into a living room lamp, but now I've decided to build a flashlight.
I've hooked it up to a PVC pipe handle and filled the inside with these odd, 13 volt batteries, then wired the light in at the top and bottom, before capping the whole thing together. It's now the most gratuitously powerful and janky flashlight I've ever owned.
Seriously, I accidentally turned it on in my face and was blind for a minute.
In other news, a transformer outside blew today, temporarily cutting power in my house. I was scared shitless and ran outside for a bit (to be fair it sounded like a damn gunshot and the room I was in went dark like a cave). The good news is that when the electric company came by to fix it, I managed to nab one of their high end wire cutters; so that's the newest addition to my collection.
~Ji
At first I was thinking about incorporating it into a living room lamp, but now I've decided to build a flashlight.
I've hooked it up to a PVC pipe handle and filled the inside with these odd, 13 volt batteries, then wired the light in at the top and bottom, before capping the whole thing together. It's now the most gratuitously powerful and janky flashlight I've ever owned.
Seriously, I accidentally turned it on in my face and was blind for a minute.
In other news, a transformer outside blew today, temporarily cutting power in my house. I was scared shitless and ran outside for a bit (to be fair it sounded like a damn gunshot and the room I was in went dark like a cave). The good news is that when the electric company came by to fix it, I managed to nab one of their high end wire cutters; so that's the newest addition to my collection.
- High End Wire Cutters
- Stupid Powerful Jank-Light
~Ji
The Meeting
So I met the person, or organization, I suppose.
I don't know what I had in mind, but this wasn't it. I was expecting solid answers for one thing, not cryptic statements and something like a quest.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's what happened:
I was sitting at my chosen coffee shop of choice, Smoke City (it used to be a bar where people could get together and light cigarettes, not so much anymore) when someone approached me.
They slid into the booth in front of me and began talking without skipping a beat.
"Hello Andrew Ji, how are you enjoying your orange juice?"
I started and looked up at the ancient woman. For a half second I thought she might have bad sight, judging by her rather blank stare, and sat down at my table by mistake; but she had said my name, and spoken directly to me.
I looked around and found that the cafe was unusually empty, before turning my attention back to the woman.
"Do I... know you?"
An unpleasant smile crossed her face, causing layers of old skin to fold into each other.
"I have yet to meet you in a setting such as this, but I know you."
"That wasn't what I asked."
"But it is the answer you received."
I paused for a moment before talking again.
"Are you the person who commented on my blog?"
"Yes and no; I commented on your blog, but these hands did not do the action."
I took a minute to consider what this meant, "So you're some kind of group or organization?"
"That could be said, yes."
"And you're going to help me and tell me about that... whatever, right?"
"No."
"So what was the point of meeting me?"
She stopped talking for a moment, and I realized that I had not seen her blink in the entire time we had been speaking; and that other than her mouth, she hadn't moved since she sat down.
Then she began again.
"You have been a collector for many years, Andrew Ji, but it is only now that you have obtained anything of great value; and you will hate that you have gained it. I cannot give you the answers that you seek, because I do not own them. I am newer and they are older. You will have to look elsewhere Andrew Ji."
"You don't look very "new' to me, you're practically prehist-"
"You will have to find the man with the memories. He will likely know of those who pursue you."
"Okay, even if I understood what the hell that meant, why would I do that."
She smiled wider at me, stretching the leathery skin of her face.
"You have known the depth of obsession Andrew Ji, you will look eventually. Now if I may offer guidance"
"... You may..."
"It is safe to return to your home, but you will have to run soon. The others will not be so kind as I when they discover what you have taken. Pack the essentials and go, you have maybe a week before they or them come for you. We will be in touch periodically Andrew Ji."
And with that she stood up and walked away; no further explanation for the cryptic bullshit she just dropped on me.
I'm going to go back to my place, but I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be running from. I'd call the police but what could I tell them?
I guess I'll just try to wait this out, try to figure out what I've got that apparently brought me into all this.
I'll post again soon.
~Ji
I don't know what I had in mind, but this wasn't it. I was expecting solid answers for one thing, not cryptic statements and something like a quest.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's what happened:
I was sitting at my chosen coffee shop of choice, Smoke City (it used to be a bar where people could get together and light cigarettes, not so much anymore) when someone approached me.
They slid into the booth in front of me and began talking without skipping a beat.
"Hello Andrew Ji, how are you enjoying your orange juice?"
I started and looked up at the ancient woman. For a half second I thought she might have bad sight, judging by her rather blank stare, and sat down at my table by mistake; but she had said my name, and spoken directly to me.
I looked around and found that the cafe was unusually empty, before turning my attention back to the woman.
"Do I... know you?"
An unpleasant smile crossed her face, causing layers of old skin to fold into each other.
"I have yet to meet you in a setting such as this, but I know you."
"That wasn't what I asked."
"But it is the answer you received."
I paused for a moment before talking again.
"Are you the person who commented on my blog?"
"Yes and no; I commented on your blog, but these hands did not do the action."
I took a minute to consider what this meant, "So you're some kind of group or organization?"
"That could be said, yes."
"And you're going to help me and tell me about that... whatever, right?"
"No."
"So what was the point of meeting me?"
She stopped talking for a moment, and I realized that I had not seen her blink in the entire time we had been speaking; and that other than her mouth, she hadn't moved since she sat down.
Then she began again.
"You have been a collector for many years, Andrew Ji, but it is only now that you have obtained anything of great value; and you will hate that you have gained it. I cannot give you the answers that you seek, because I do not own them. I am newer and they are older. You will have to look elsewhere Andrew Ji."
"You don't look very "new' to me, you're practically prehist-"
"You will have to find the man with the memories. He will likely know of those who pursue you."
"Okay, even if I understood what the hell that meant, why would I do that."
She smiled wider at me, stretching the leathery skin of her face.
"You have known the depth of obsession Andrew Ji, you will look eventually. Now if I may offer guidance"
"... You may..."
"It is safe to return to your home, but you will have to run soon. The others will not be so kind as I when they discover what you have taken. Pack the essentials and go, you have maybe a week before they or them come for you. We will be in touch periodically Andrew Ji."
And with that she stood up and walked away; no further explanation for the cryptic bullshit she just dropped on me.
I'm going to go back to my place, but I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be running from. I'd call the police but what could I tell them?
I guess I'll just try to wait this out, try to figure out what I've got that apparently brought me into all this.
I'll post again soon.
~Ji
Back on Track
I'm hoping to bring this blog back to some semblance of what it was supposed to be, so I'm going to post up some more things I found.
- Retro styled lamp
- Old radio
- Alice in Wonderland (from library. Don't judge me)
- Leather shoes
I'm still cooped up in the hotel room. I've still not met this mysterious commenter, but if he or she can explain this stuff to me, then hopefully soon.
I want to go back to my house.
~Ji
~Ji
Worth a Thousand Words.
Sorry about the silence, the library computers have been acting up lately. I'm still in the hotel, and I don't have any intention of going back to my house for a bit; for a really long bit, actually. I also haven't collected in days, which always makes me a little skittish at first, though I'll be fine in a few days. I just really like the feeling of collecting; I even don't mind giving things up that I've previously collected if it means I can collect more.
It's how I've lived for years.
But, in other news, I think my luck might have changed. Maybe.
Someone commented on my blog the other day.
At first I thought they were trolling or something, but then I saw the picture they had attached. I'm not the only one. It's been other places apparently.
I don't know who sent this, or where they got this, but they said they'd talk to me soon.
~Ji
It's how I've lived for years.
But, in other news, I think my luck might have changed. Maybe.
Someone commented on my blog the other day.
At first I thought they were trolling or something, but then I saw the picture they had attached. I'm not the only one. It's been other places apparently.
I don't know who sent this, or where they got this, but they said they'd talk to me soon.
~Ji
Abyss
I'm sorry about the last post.
I'm better now, I'm going to write what happened.
I know what this is going to sound like but I swear, I swear on god and my mother and my life, there was something down there and it came out.
I don't even know what to think but I'm just going to say what happened.
Ok, so I was watching television, the Pawnstars show on History (firsst time watching TV in awhile), when I decided that I really needed to have something to drink. The fridge was out of anything even remotely edible, so I decided to pick up some booze from downstairs.
When I flipped on the lightswitch by the stairs I thought for a moment that something was off, but I brushed it aside as a literal trick of the light, and continued down the steps. I found what I was looking for fairly quickly; I may be a collector, but I actually don't store much down there and what I do store goes into a safe, most of my stuff is showcased on shelves in the living room or my bedroom.
Crouched over, picking up a case of Fat Tire, I felt ill at ease; like what I imagine claustrophobia to feel like. The room seemed somehow smaller and oppressive around me. I paused a moment and scanned the area from over my shoulder; expecting, what I don't know, but nothing was obviously wrong. It didn't shake the feeling of being compressed though, I couldn't wrap my head around what felt so eerie. I won't deny that I rushed a bit to get back to the living room. Once I was back on the main level, I casually flipped off the lights.
Almost immediately the was a CRACK.
It was loud, like snapping a slab of concrete loud. I set the case of beers down and turned to look into the basement.
It was pitch black down there, no windows and no light- I could hear something scraping around, what sounded like metal being dragged across the floor. For some reason a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche floated to the top of my head.
Then something drifted in from the edge of the doorway.
I froze as I watched. It was pale in the blackness of the basement, hoving into view; almost methodical in the way it moved, slowly turning to face me.
The skull of a ram, cloaked in the shadows.
It shot forward, up the stairs, and somewhere in the back of my head I felt a scream. I bolted out of the way as it twisted towards me, suspended on a tendril of writhing dark.
I raced away, out the back door and into the snow; I didn't care how cold it was or that I lacked a jacket, I just needed to get farther and farther out of the house.
I peeked over my shoulder to look and I saw it fully.
For a moment, it was just an undulating mass of black; but it began to shift. Legs stretched out from the bottom and arms from the sides, it compressed in and became something borderline recognizable.
It was just a silhouette, impossible to judge any finer features other than a basic outline, but what I could see looked like a person. Eight feet tall and cloaked, the skull held on what looked like shoulders, thin legs sprouting out from the bottom.
It stood, stock still, facing me, then it turned, like I wasn't even visible anymore, and started to move off. The thing went, striding, step after step dragging a gash through the snow as it disappeared into the trees.
I kept running, all the way to the local library where I posted the previous entry. Last night I stayed at really cheap hotel and now I'm back at the library again.
I don't believe in ghosts or demons or things. I've always been a really down to earth person; but now?
I don't know what to think or do or say.
I kept that ram's skull in the safe with the other things, and whatever that was ripped the damn thing open to take it out.
I saw the darkness move.
~Ji
I'm better now, I'm going to write what happened.
I know what this is going to sound like but I swear, I swear on god and my mother and my life, there was something down there and it came out.
I don't even know what to think but I'm just going to say what happened.
Ok, so I was watching television, the Pawnstars show on History (firsst time watching TV in awhile), when I decided that I really needed to have something to drink. The fridge was out of anything even remotely edible, so I decided to pick up some booze from downstairs.
When I flipped on the lightswitch by the stairs I thought for a moment that something was off, but I brushed it aside as a literal trick of the light, and continued down the steps. I found what I was looking for fairly quickly; I may be a collector, but I actually don't store much down there and what I do store goes into a safe, most of my stuff is showcased on shelves in the living room or my bedroom.
Crouched over, picking up a case of Fat Tire, I felt ill at ease; like what I imagine claustrophobia to feel like. The room seemed somehow smaller and oppressive around me. I paused a moment and scanned the area from over my shoulder; expecting, what I don't know, but nothing was obviously wrong. It didn't shake the feeling of being compressed though, I couldn't wrap my head around what felt so eerie. I won't deny that I rushed a bit to get back to the living room. Once I was back on the main level, I casually flipped off the lights.
Almost immediately the was a CRACK.
It was loud, like snapping a slab of concrete loud. I set the case of beers down and turned to look into the basement.
It was pitch black down there, no windows and no light- I could hear something scraping around, what sounded like metal being dragged across the floor. For some reason a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche floated to the top of my head.
Then something drifted in from the edge of the doorway.
I froze as I watched. It was pale in the blackness of the basement, hoving into view; almost methodical in the way it moved, slowly turning to face me.
The skull of a ram, cloaked in the shadows.
It shot forward, up the stairs, and somewhere in the back of my head I felt a scream. I bolted out of the way as it twisted towards me, suspended on a tendril of writhing dark.
I raced away, out the back door and into the snow; I didn't care how cold it was or that I lacked a jacket, I just needed to get farther and farther out of the house.
I peeked over my shoulder to look and I saw it fully.
For a moment, it was just an undulating mass of black; but it began to shift. Legs stretched out from the bottom and arms from the sides, it compressed in and became something borderline recognizable.
It was just a silhouette, impossible to judge any finer features other than a basic outline, but what I could see looked like a person. Eight feet tall and cloaked, the skull held on what looked like shoulders, thin legs sprouting out from the bottom.
It stood, stock still, facing me, then it turned, like I wasn't even visible anymore, and started to move off. The thing went, striding, step after step dragging a gash through the snow as it disappeared into the trees.
I kept running, all the way to the local library where I posted the previous entry. Last night I stayed at really cheap hotel and now I'm back at the library again.
I don't believe in ghosts or demons or things. I've always been a really down to earth person; but now?
I don't know what to think or do or say.
I kept that ram's skull in the safe with the other things, and whatever that was ripped the damn thing open to take it out.
I saw the darkness move.
~Ji
Picking up Pieces
Ok, so I was poking around the edge of the woods today and got my strangest grab of not just this year, but ever.
Seriously I don't even know what to make of this thing, but check it out:
How creepy is that? Sent a chill down my spine when I picked it up and looked at it.
My guess is that it's some kind of homemade Halloween mask or something; but it could also have been some theater group from the summer. It looks like it's been through a lot, the paint around the eyes seems chipped and there are a couple cracks throughout; I tried to be really careful when I cleaned it up. At this point I've decided that I don't care if it's not valuable or anything; it's a weird enough find that I'm going to hold onto it regaurdless of its worth.
And it fits in my hat totem pole perfectly!
That's about it for now, see you later.
~Ji
Seriously I don't even know what to make of this thing, but check it out:
How creepy is that? Sent a chill down my spine when I picked it up and looked at it.
My guess is that it's some kind of homemade Halloween mask or something; but it could also have been some theater group from the summer. It looks like it's been through a lot, the paint around the eyes seems chipped and there are a couple cracks throughout; I tried to be really careful when I cleaned it up. At this point I've decided that I don't care if it's not valuable or anything; it's a weird enough find that I'm going to hold onto it regaurdless of its worth.
And it fits in my hat totem pole perfectly!
That's about it for now, see you later.
~Ji
All the Things You Own
Sorry about the last post; I'm not sure what came over me, I'm normally much more chipper/upbeat (especially right after I pick up some more items).
I guess it just unnerved me.
Oh, and speaking of items I've picked up...
Yesterday was a good day; this is probably one of my better hauls in recent times. Today I got my hands on:
I guess it just unnerved me.
Oh, and speaking of items I've picked up...
Yesterday was a good day; this is probably one of my better hauls in recent times. Today I got my hands on:
- A set of antique silverware
- An old, soviet era ushanka (which are those furry hats that look like they have dog ears)
- A lava lamp from the early 1980's
- A pen from 1976
- An original printed copy of Dune
- A block of optical calcite (bigger than any I've seen before)
And finally, to top off my most recent additions, I picked up a stone Buddha! It's outside right now, but I'm thinking I might put it somewhere in my living room with the rest of the stuff.
Also, as a fun addition, I decided to make a kind of totem pole out of all the hats and headgear I've found over the years:
So that's pretty cool!
And that's also all I got for now.
~Ji
Celestial Contemplations
Ok, so the other day I was standing outside while collecting some more things, and I had this sudden thought to look up.
Not all that strange an urge, right?
Well it was a really clear night, surprisingly so considering that it's winter, and I was a good bit out of town. I had been picking up an old car tire and Coca Cola advertisement that I purchased from some old guy off in the countryside. I had parked my car next to a large pond (a rare sight out here) and was almost to it when I spied an abandoned canoe paddle resting on a wooden pier. Taking the opportunity to go home with more than planned, I wandered over to it. As I inspected the paddle, judging its quality and if it would fit in my car, I... I don't know the word for it, but I had this urge/inspiration/something to look up into the sky.
The water reflected the heavens above, and as I stood there gazing at the cosmos, I had this sensation of floating in space. Like I was drifting out in the void; alone but for the those massively tiny lights hovering around me.
It felt like they were staring at me, the stars, like I was this miniscule, insignificant thing compared to their vast and bright bodies.
Indifferent and inhuman.
And this epiphany washed over me:
We are so small.
We are so impossibly, unimaginably small compared to how big everything is out there. If you were to size up the earth to be equal to the size of the Milky Way, we wouldn't even be the particles that make up atoms.
And the Milky Way isn't even all that's out there; there's so much, so much more and it just keeps going and going and going. We won't ever, ever in our existence, be able to know its depth.
We won't even come anywhere close. Nothing we have done or ever could do will match to the size of it. And when we're dead and gone and dust, it'll still be there.
I shook myself from my thoughts and ran back to the car, ditching the paddle on the dock.
It took me almost half the drive back to realize that I wasn't shaking from the cold.
~Ji
Not all that strange an urge, right?
Well it was a really clear night, surprisingly so considering that it's winter, and I was a good bit out of town. I had been picking up an old car tire and Coca Cola advertisement that I purchased from some old guy off in the countryside. I had parked my car next to a large pond (a rare sight out here) and was almost to it when I spied an abandoned canoe paddle resting on a wooden pier. Taking the opportunity to go home with more than planned, I wandered over to it. As I inspected the paddle, judging its quality and if it would fit in my car, I... I don't know the word for it, but I had this urge/inspiration/something to look up into the sky.
The water reflected the heavens above, and as I stood there gazing at the cosmos, I had this sensation of floating in space. Like I was drifting out in the void; alone but for the those massively tiny lights hovering around me.
It felt like they were staring at me, the stars, like I was this miniscule, insignificant thing compared to their vast and bright bodies.
Indifferent and inhuman.
And this epiphany washed over me:
We are so small.
We are so impossibly, unimaginably small compared to how big everything is out there. If you were to size up the earth to be equal to the size of the Milky Way, we wouldn't even be the particles that make up atoms.
And the Milky Way isn't even all that's out there; there's so much, so much more and it just keeps going and going and going. We won't ever, ever in our existence, be able to know its depth.
We won't even come anywhere close. Nothing we have done or ever could do will match to the size of it. And when we're dead and gone and dust, it'll still be there.
I shook myself from my thoughts and ran back to the car, ditching the paddle on the dock.
It took me almost half the drive back to realize that I wasn't shaking from the cold.
~Ji
Things and Stuff
So I got some more stuff today; not much, but if quantity mattered over quality than I'd be on that Hoarders show (at least, I think that's still a show... I should watch more TV).
I was poking around an old warehouse today and managed to grab:
I was poking around an old warehouse today and managed to grab:
- An old, industrial light
- Midsize, black painted, steel crowbar
- Construction work headlamp
Place was full of rats though; I could hear them scratching in/on the walls.
Talk later!
~Ji
Soliloquy
So this is the other purpose of this blog:
Random ass thoughts!
I won't deny to myself the moment of pensive thought, and here is where I'll post them.
Because the internet needs more strange, twisted weirdness shoved into its belly.
Ok, so have you ever thought about glass? It's around you all the time, windows and doors and things; but do you ever really consider it?
It's essentially rock that you can see through and shape however you want.
How cool is that?
And most people just go around shoving their faces against it and breaking it when they want to steal stuff.
Anyway, see you later!
~Ji
Random ass thoughts!
I won't deny to myself the moment of pensive thought, and here is where I'll post them.
Because the internet needs more strange, twisted weirdness shoved into its belly.
Ok, so have you ever thought about glass? It's around you all the time, windows and doors and things; but do you ever really consider it?
It's essentially rock that you can see through and shape however you want.
How cool is that?
And most people just go around shoving their faces against it and breaking it when they want to steal stuff.
Anyway, see you later!
~Ji
Morbid Curiosity
So last time I mentioned "things I find", and I'm going to use this post to more or less tell you what that means.
I'm a collector, I like finding things other people take for granted and holding onto them. I won't deny that it's a bit of a strange hobby, but it's one that I've become a little obsessed with over the years. Hell, I've even stolen some of the things currently in my collection; but don't worry, I don't do that often.
Besides, it's not like they actually had a use for it, they probably didn't respect it as much as I would/do.
So my most recent haul (and first of the new year) is as follows:
I'm a collector, I like finding things other people take for granted and holding onto them. I won't deny that it's a bit of a strange hobby, but it's one that I've become a little obsessed with over the years. Hell, I've even stolen some of the things currently in my collection; but don't worry, I don't do that often.
Besides, it's not like they actually had a use for it, they probably didn't respect it as much as I would/do.
So my most recent haul (and first of the new year) is as follows:
- Hot Wheels car from 1998
- Doorknob and locking mechanism
- Rocket shaped pepper grinder
- Stone tea cup
But my final grab is by far the coolest!
I've never been one for the overly morbid, but I've had my interests; and today I got my hands on a ram's skull!
It's a bit creepy, and I don't want people to think bad things about me, so for the time being I'll keep it out of sight.
~Ji
Brave New Year!
Greetings vast and unknowable internet!
My names Andrew Ji, and I'm starting this little blog as a journal of sorts.
"A journal about what," you may ask?
I don't enven know/care!
For the time being it's my ringing in the new year, where I'll post random thoughts, and talk about things I find.
See you soon!
~Ji
My names Andrew Ji, and I'm starting this little blog as a journal of sorts.
"A journal about what," you may ask?
I don't enven know/care!
For the time being it's my ringing in the new year, where I'll post random thoughts, and talk about things I find.
See you soon!
~Ji
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