War in La Jolla, sixth year, seventy-sixth entry
Odd. Each and every page load features a quick little blink of the tab headline switching to "internet Explorer canno...", blink for a fraction of a moment, and then display the proper page.
I see dead people. That's all we have around here, fella. We ran out of live ones thousands of years ago. Prove you're a live one--make a sound similar to boom! The dead walk, the dead talk, the dead move air (when they're signalled for that purpose), the dead even have heartbeats and pretend to move blood when necessary (speed radar on highways never catch them because the radar gun is actually measuring off of your heartbeat--they don't have any), and the dead are able to talk. Prove that you're a live one. Make a "pe-arl" for me.
What's so freaky about these dead people? They still play the game that the live ones (the few there are, if any) are taught to play. Hold your breath for fifteen or twenty, sneak up on somebody, and then let loose. They're so stupid. They even tell their children that, if you blow up in reaction over their little joke, that,"see, honey, that's all of the energy that you stored up and you channelled it to them". Stupidest shit on earth, but they grow up believing that--hold your breath, sneak up on somebody, and if you get a reaction that's what you were storing up inside. That's what they rationalize.
There's this breathing contest, life, and you're losing. And you're training yourself to lose on demand in statistical form.