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.
Showing posts with label Dead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dead. Show all posts
Monday, August 9, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Set Pics ... Continued.
Take a look at me now ...
While Hal is gone, other members of the "crew" will take over this blog.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Vis-à-vis
It has become increasingly difficult operating this equipment single handed.
My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.
As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.
The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!
I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.
Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.
My thoughts have become sporadic and charred by my misfortunes. The small pittance earned from the sale has all but run out completely, pretty much making this whole thing pointless. Sorry for you, Thad, while your mother wiped the hard drive clean, she did not obliterate the cache. The information is retrievable. But, I fear, my deterioration may hinder any chances of me finding the cure. Why have you done this? Why? Were you bored? Did you want attention? What do you think you could have personally gained? I'm curious what you are seriously expecting/hoping for.
As for those of us who worked on the project, we felt we were doing mankind a favor. Our operation was covert from the beginning. We had no idea something as misguided as a falling chunk of space debris would not only take out one of our satellites, but also accelerate one of the many experiments which had not been properly safeguarded. We just didn't know.
The crew has scattered. Some ran away; frightened by what had happened. Many remained, trying to tighten security in the event some unforeseeable occurrence happens in the future. As for the "here and now," clean-up teams have formed to eradicate the errors I have made, both here in NYC and in London. Along with my co-workers (good luck, assholes), that bitch, Sakura, has left me here to die, running off on some idiotic tangent to find Thad. I still don't know who that little shit is, or why he's so hell bent on whatever "mission" he feels he needs to conquer!
I can only wait and see. If he's infected, as he claims to be, ... And, I see by some of the comments posted here, the infection may be spreading despite any efforts by the YMR solutionists. Living flesh is not concrete.
Eventually, concrete erodes and crumbles.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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