Quite unexpectedly, I have been deluged with inquiries from around the globe about how the Lost Books of Quatria and the tales contained therein came into my possession. While I wish I could take full credit, I must admit that I was not the first to find the hidden way back to Quatria. It was, in fact, revealed to me via a 100 year old mystery, which in many ways is equally, if not more curious than that ancient lost world itself.
I haven’t read the original document published by the English Montreal School Board, but there’s some kerfuffle about the EMBS having released a statement denying the “nationhood” of Quebec. But here are some choice quotes from CTV News to kick off the conversation:
“The school board wants to challenge the Francois Legault CAQ government’s Bill 96 (An Act respecting French, the official and common language of Quebec). The EMSB criticizes it for “unilaterally rewriting the constitution to recognize Quebec as a nation where the only language is French.”
The board is asking the federal government to refer the matter to…
We walked back after that in the direction of my dad’s apartment and stuff. The underground mall thing was super huge, holy crap.
After a while, I was all like, “Dude, but what am I gonna tell mom?” The Wizard of Oz hologram thing had given me permission to make one phone call (monitored) to my mom.
And my dad was all like, “Dude, listen. Just tell her the truth and stuff. You got a new job and you’re gonna go try out living with your dad for a while.”
“I don’t think she’s gonna like that very much, you…
For meeting someone supposedly so important, we just went to this small room that didn’t look like anything special. There were a couple cushioned folding chairs and a table, and that was about it and stuff. We sat down and my dad closed the door and we waited.
“You nervous?” he said.
“Idk, should I be?” I still didn’t really know what I was doing there, or what this was all about.
Just then, the lights dimmed and stuff and music started playing or whatever. …
“Wow, this is really good and stuff,” I said to my dad, my mouth full of burger. It was really good for real.
“I know, right?” my dad said. It was so cool to see him again. Felt like old times and whatnot.
We were sitting at a small table outside this thing that looked like on of those airport pubs in the underground mall city or whatever where my dad lived now. He was telling me about his job and stuff.
“Yeah, it’s totally cool, and stuff,” he was saying. “My group does a little bit of everything. We’re…
“Dad, what are you doing here and stuff?” I said.
“Dude,” he said, “you wouldn’t believe it. Shit has been crazy this past little bit. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get in touch.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Have you been here this whole time?”
“Come, come inside,” he said. We stood by the open doorway of like a giant empty warehouse or something. I noticed there were still security cameras everywhere.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been mostly here and stuff. And there,” he said, “before, you know. Coming here.”
“I think I know what you mean,” I said.
I laugh at / die a little inside thinking about all the backlash and conspiracism around Covid restrictions. There’s nothing even left to say about it, is there?
To me this is and has always been a dry run for the “real deal” when all of this won’t be a drill anymore. We won’t have the option to cry about it politically, because the devastation will be visible all around us. (Even moreso than it already is, I mean.)
I watched this Tucker Carlson video earlier, from June 2021, with them suggesting there will be climate lockdowns, following Covid. …
I was in that container for like a long ass time. I’m not sure how long. I feel asleep during Airbud and woke up later when some other movie was playing. But I smoked again and went back to sleep. There were no windows or anything so it was hard to tell how much time had passed. Plus I was hella stoned, so like whatever.
Eventually I woke up again, wasn’t stoned anymore, and fixed that right away. But I was starving. A dude cannot live on Flamin’ Hot Cheetos alone, as they say. I was wishing for like my…
The electric van showed up just like they said, and I got in and stuff. Cause why not? It was pretty cool inside. There was this like really super comfortable seat and stuff that folded down into a bed if you wanted it. And a table that folded out from the wall. Plus a mini-fridge and a toilet in the back and stuff. I was worried it would stink up the joint if I had to take a crap, but it looked pretty well-ventilated and stuff. So I wasn’t too worried. …
They really should have called Spotify “AudioMush” instead. I listen to it so much that everything has just become kind of a grey mush that I hear on it. It’s made me hate songs I like by making them no longer precious through over-exposure.
And I’ve never seen an algorithm yet, which — after a short period of time of trying to make me “follow my interests” and purporting to match me with content I want — I don’t soon become bored by.
It’s more than just “filter-bubbles.” It permeates everything online, “The Algorithm.” The Secret Decider. The Great Mystery…