Reality Bites! - Rest In Peace -

Due to the sudden death of one of its creators, 500rads may be no more.


This blog was created as a "feeler" ... to see if there was a continued interest in a Cloverfield sequel, as well as an experiment on how viral marketing spreads.

Sixteen participants were given certain tasks; they had to run with them. Not all of those involved completed their tasks: One ended up parallelized; one disappeared; and several more created blogs/sites which ended up so Helter/Skelter they were deemed total garbage - i.e. c111111 (and that's not the worst of it).


One roll in the 500rads blog was "Hal" and the 2001/2010 references: "The Year We Make Contact" 2010.
... We had no idea (at that time) that this would involve Spielberg and Abrams ... It was just a little bug in our ear.




There's a lot more to this story.

Set Pics ... Continued.

Take a look at me now ...



















While Hal is gone, other members of the "crew" will take over this blog.

Wait For "It"

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The Fourth World

This notion is not a new one but this time it is a definite plan which I intend to carry out. I have worked it out carefully and I am thrilled by the idea. Naturally I feel nervous, but the pleasure of anticipation is great.
I do seem to remember a process where you people ask me questions and I give you answers, and then I ask you questions and you give me answers, and that's the way we find out things. I think I read that in a manual somewhere.



The next time I write in this diary I may be dead.

¡La Mano de la Libertad!

The Hand Of Liberty!
That's what they call the effigy.

The dedication ceremony was one year after the debacle (my mom takes horrible pictures). The creature's destruction of the city paled in comparison to the damage left by our military. While I knew the Statue of Liberty was destroyed, I had no idea the circumstances surrounding the whereabout of its head! The images on the video were shocking - there's bound to be pictures that were taken that night floating around the Internet.

A lot has been going on this past week.
Sakura met up with Hal. He's in rough shape, and I'm not sure of their current status. They disappeared before I could approach them at the restaurant. They need to contact me as some of the information on this LapTop is extremely hard to decipher. What is plǝıɟɹǝʌolɔ?

I got a bit frustrated going through some of Hal and his guest's junk, and decided to watch a movie. I popped open the disc tray and found these scraps of paper!



Also, Hal's guest user may have known something of the fate of the statue.
This image was dated nearly one month prior to the incident!

April 27, 2008

I'm under close watch, but the officials deem me as "just a kid with a computer."
Whenever they are around, I play video games! Yeesh!

One a side note. Hal's daughter (and many of the wedding guests) perished in a bizarre occurrence. The FBI stepped in, but not before the coroner had reported: "asphyxiation due to contaminated Sterno usage." Hal was not the only one feeling 'blue' that day.

Procedure

I enter surgery in three hours. I'm not sure of the details, but my Doctor informs me it's to "repair damaged muscle tissue due to the spread of the infection."

Among the items gathered from my place of residence, I am pleased to have been once again connected to the outside world via my LapTop. Thank you all for your support during this time of malady.

An infection is the detrimental colonization of a host organism by a foreign species. In an infection, the infecting organism seeks to utilize the host's resources to multiply, usually at the expense of the host. The infecting organism, or pathogen, interferes with the normal functioning of the host and can lead to chronic wounds, gangrene, loss of an infected limb, and even death.

Feeling Blue ...

Sadly ... I have missed my Daughter's Wedding.

I had returned to my apartment in New York for just this occasion. I know things will go well for her, although I had hoped to video-tape the event.

Alas, my prayers will go out to her and her husband in my dreams.

I have canceled my flight back to England.
The infection has been spreading, and I can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and I cry, "Lord what you're doing to me?"



There's screaming in the hallways.
Sirens blare in the city streets.
A quiet buzz fills my head.

The crew can continue without me.
I will fax them the sketches.

Doctor's on Tuesday.
I'll see you next Wednesday.

You know, ... Its "Early Stages."

This really sucks!

The infection seems to be spreading.

I've missed the last few days at work.

A friend suggested I take pictures through a mirror ... this is the best I could do.

The fever is spreading.



My Doctor says I only have four weeks ... for ... ?

I noticed a second bite when I got out of the shower this a.m.

We've Got a Bite!

My drug-addled neighbor was threatening to kill his Mother!

I stepped in to intervene; got him in a headlock; and he fuckin' bit me!

The MotherFucker BIT ME!!

If this was studio make up, it would look a Hell of a lot better than this picture.

Do you know how hard it is to take pictures of your own fucking arm?!?!