Monthly Archives: December 2010

New Year and More

So, the time has come, December 31st, last day of the year 2010, now, depending on your timezone you may already be at a party, or you may already be sleeping after said party 😛 But right now I still have a couple of hours more of this day so let me post this:

This year was interesting, although it wasn’t as good as I hoped it would be (and I know I’m not the only one that thinks this way) it provided me with many cool experiences, in January I joined the community over at Kotaku.com, it was an interesting experience,  to be honest, I wasn’t expecting much, but I’m glad to say I was wrong, many helpful dudes there, and it’s been fun, of course, everyone that has been a part of that community know of the problems this year presented at that site, but that’s another story 😛

This year saw the birth of my twitter account, which was created to participate in a contest (I didn’t win anything in case you were interested :P) and I thought I would abandon it after said contest, but now it’s one of my primary tools of communication with the outside world 😛 There I’ve met a lot of individuals who have been helpful, people who I may never meet outside of online interactions but that have left a deep impression on me. I hope this doesn’t change soon dudes! (Well, except for that never meeting you but who knows :P) \m/

I created a Steam account, participated in a very cool forum and more, and also, I was finally encouraged to create this place, an idea that has been in my mind for a long time, I know the content has been lacking, both in quantity and quality, so I’m sorry for that, it’s something I hope to change, I promise.

On a bigger scale, many musicians from the metal world dies this year, leaving empty thrones that will stay like that forever since no one will be able to replace them, but everyone that once listened to their music has that, their legacy, their message, their metal! \m/ Some interesting stuff happened in the world of politics too, but I don’t feel like turning my brain to 11 just to post about them right now 😛

So yeah, by know I’ve written and deleted a bunch of extra paragraphs because they didn’t fir the spirit of this post I think 😛 So I will conclude saying that:

May next year be full of metal, joy, and whatever else you guys want! Have fun at your New Years Eve parties of sleep well if that’s what you’re doing! 😛

 

P.S. I realize there’s only a Pt.1 of a certain story, I’ll try to post the rest later today! \m/ 😛

P.P.S. I also realize the amount of smilies in this post, but I won’t change that since it’s a closer reflection of how I write normally, and it’s fun too!


Diary Part One

Professor Daniel Henderson was a good friend of mine, we met four years ago, during one of my conferences on psychology and how social media affected society.  After the conference, he approached me and commented on my work, criticizing certain aspects of it, but overall, he had liked it. Later that day I received an invitation from him to join him in a small bar close to the hotel I was staying in.

We talked about many things, until, at a certain point, one of us (alcohol won’t let me remember who it was) mentioned certain studies on the psychology of the occult, it was then that we realized we share an interest in such a topic. We continued talking about it for hours, until we had to move to my hotel room because the bar was closing. He talked about how, besides the many psychological studies on the subject, he was attracted to the works of H.P. Lovecraft and other similar authors thanks to the techniques they used in their stories. I replied that I was also a fan of his works however I preferred authors like Stephen King, though he didn’t seem to pay attention to this.

The next morning we went our separate ways, he returned to his work and I resumed my search for work (I had been notified of the fact that I had been fired of my previous job before I parted gave that conference) , maybe a local university would accept me. We remained in touch with each other via e-mails in which we discussed about our work and more. He told me about how, one of his friends, and archeologist, had made some interesting discoveries in some ruins located in the Greek countryside, after that his e-mails stopped for a while, but since I was very busy with my newfound job (I had been accepted at a local university, as a teacher)  I didn’t pay much attention to it.

Until, a couple of months later I received a new message from him, it said something about how, not everything we deem fake is such, how, even stuff that we know is fiction may sometimes, be far more real than what we can imagine. While I was surprised at such a message, it didn’t take long before my mind went back to work related things, so I didn’t reply to his message.

The next day received another message, this one mentioned some things about a story called “The Hounds of Tindalos”, the name seemed familiar so I decided to search for it online, turns out, I had it, it was hidden inside one of my Lovecraft anthologies, out of curiosity, and to try and understand what was my friend talking about I decided to read it.

After I finished it I ran to my PC and opened his last message,  I can’t describe how I felt at that moment, I was hoping that it was all a bad joke, his message mentioned that he had, with help from his archeologist friend and some other people, managed to find the dimension in which these things lived.  I messaged him countless times but I never got a reply, that night I couldn’t sleep.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to work the next day so I focused on trying to contact my friend, but before I could do so, he replied to one of the many e-mails I sent to him, I was relieved by what he said, explaining that it had been a mistake, he intended to save that as part of a work of fiction he was working on, but had instead placed it on an e-mail that was sent to me, he apologized for not responding to my attempts to contact him and he told me that because of his work and the fact that there had been a power outage in his area he wasn’t able to reply on time.

After that, for the next 3 or 4 weeks I got so absorbed by my work and other personal projects that I didn’t have contact with any of my friends, including the professor, and on my first free day in weeks I received a package that contained a small flash drive, and a handwritten diary, the all had the name Daniel Henderson on them.