Spectral Tracking & Trapping

On a cold, blustery night, two unlikely people were about to turn into heroes, saving a college campus from a serious haunting...

We stepped out of the doors of D. H. Hill, ungratefully greeting the cold, frigid air that has been settling through the night. We turn right and pass into the open at the top of the stairs, a gust of air blew past our frost-bitten cheeks. Water started to swell up in my eyes. I could tell this night was not like any other; it was a colder cold, down to the bone, something like that you'd find in Alaska, not here.

We slowly crossed over the brickyard, battling the wind and cold. Nothing on our minds but to find shelter. Through my watery eyes, I was able to make out a light source a little bit away. Excreting our last bit of energy, we made it to the shelter. I wiped away the tears from my eyes and took a look around to see where we were at. Harrelson hall. Could be worse, but not by much.

The clock struck midnight. I felt a buzz in my pocket. Creamy Alfredo and I looked at each other, then, slowly taking the vibrating device out of my pocket, my fears came true. My spect-o-meter was going off. This could only mean one thing: a ghost. I lifted up the spect-o-meter and checked the radar. 100 feet away. Not good. Creamy Alfredo look to me for support. He has a pasty white look to him, no life in his face. I pat him on the back then tell him to stay behind a safe distance, I'll handle this. I attach the catching device to the spect-o-meter, and slowly walk towards the blip on the radar. Closing in now, only 80 feet. The air seems to get colder, condensation begins to bead on the screen on the spect-o-meter. Holding it out in front of me at arms length, I am ready for it. I slowly strafe toward the blip, one step at a time, careful not to break my concentration. I get to the top of the stairs leading into the darkness away from the shelter of Harrelson when I see it. It was just a wavering of the air 50 feet in front of me, like a thin film of water was just hovering there. It started to moved towards us, silently. I could no longer make out the radar on the spect-o-meter, it was fogged up completely. From behind me I hear a little shriek as Creamy Alfredo lets his uneasiness be known, but I do not let this falter me. I stand there, waiting for just the right distance between us, 20 feet. Thirty feet now, it's almost time. My finger is poised on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

The spect-o-meter lets out a loud beep. I pull the trigger with steady aim and hit the ghost dead on. A sphere of aura surrounds the ghost, squeezing it down into the device. It's over. It's all over. The air seems to get warmer ever so slightly. Lights seem brighter. Crickets start to chirp again. Creamy Alfredo starts to regain some color in his cheeks. I help him up from his fetal position he had put himself in, pat him on the back, and tell him it's all over, we can head home peacefully now.

We reach the doors of Metcalf, and I take one last look outside, smile to myself, then step on in to the warming air of our home.

Jabbawockee West on DJ Hero

Creamy Alfredo tries his luck on DJ Hero.





Guess how many stars he got.
















Seriously guess.
























Nope that's too many:

Yesterday at O'connells Pub in St. Louis, my girlfriend and I sit down to eat some burgers. Far back booth.

After a few minutes, a young, college aged woman sits down by herself and orders a Bud Light at the two-top next to us.

Shortly after, her slightly older female friend joins her.

They begin loudly discussing the fact that the young lady JUST has cheated on her boyfriend at a party. The discussion is filled with information about the sexiness of it all, the temptation, and the desire to do it again and not be caught.

Disgusting. As the conversation progressed, my GF had to stop me twice from leaning over and calling them out. I felt like I was about to go Animal House and dump a beer on the older one....who was thinking she was all Magnum P.I.

So I sit, and I continue listening, they were so loud, that you couldn't ignore them...on and on about advice about phone records, not using texts, the mentality you need in a man to cheat with and not get caught....on and on....disgusting.

It made me literally sick to my stomach, and I felt like vomiting. I was locked in to their conversation...The hate began to flow through me. My dinner was ruined....

Payback was a must. But how?

So I listen, and after a few minutes, the older woman says the magic words I needed to hear.

"Chris can never find out. It would kill him"

So now I have a name. Chris.

I don't know Chris, by the way. But that's no matter.

As we are leaving the bar, it was go-time.

I direct my GF to the front of the bar, as sh1t is going down. If one of them mouths off, GF might react, so I got her out of the danger zone. She moves off, and I pull over a chair to their two-top.

"Hi, I'm Burt. I thought I recognized you when you came in. How's it going? I met you briefly through Chris."

Young female says, "Oh Hi. How's it going? (She didnt realize that we were the ones sitting behind her the entire time...she had never looked over)

I then say: "I figured I'd come over and say Hi real quick, but seriously...and this is a bit odd....but I heard everything you just said. I'm sickened, but I am going to let Chris know everything I just overheard. Small world isnt it?"

I expected an eruption.

Both females turned bleach white, and the young cheater looked like she had just seen her parents die in a fiery crash.

"What?" she said...looking over at her friend, horrified....

I said, "we have been sitting here behind you, and we heard everything. And frankly, I am about to vomit. I have to let him know."

Her face turned red, her eyes welled up with tears...I got up, and said..."Small world."

My GF then chimes in with a classic, "Is that her? I thought that was her." Totally sold it...

Both women then COVER THEIR FACES.

And like that, we were out.

for the rest of the day I referred to myself as "Judge Dread."

PS: To Chris in St. Louis, the girl was a young brunette @ 25+, met with a blonde @ 30...who was very loud. Sunday, Feb. 21 @ 3 p.m.

My Demise

DJ Hero will be the end of decent grades for me.

That is all.

A Creative Creation

Mr. Richard decided to put all his artistic abilities and capabilities together to create...this. Some say it was dirty, some say it was disturbing, but we say it was just right. Well done Mr. Richard. 504 commends you.

Flash...Lights

Lights start to flash. A smooth toon begins to pick itself up through the speakers. Prime mating conditions. Hodgin & Ty-Lizard decide to show off their ritual mating dances, with the intention of teaching any random ladies with great bacon and eggs around how to jerk. However, there were no ladies around to impress, thus looking themselves like jerks.

Nothin' but the Stache

If this can't reel em' in, I don't know what will.

Some Things Never Change

Study Break???

Biking the Halls

The Chronicles of Rohit

Week 26:

Approximately my sixth encounter with my suitemate Rohit (insert last name here).

There was a knock on the door, a very distinctive knock at that. It could only be one person...Rohit. His objective: locate fellow suitemate Nathaniel Royer. Was Nate there? Of course not. So instead of relaying a message and going on his way, he pursued to tell Creamy Alfredo, Ryan, and myself about his hardships of life. This includes how he doesn't want to go to class, homework is no fun, and other nonsense. Was this encounter enjoyable? No. Did I learn something? Yes. Create a mechanism that can allow one to view who is at the door with revealing your identity.

Peace and Blessings
-AKstriker

First Full Day with the Vlog

It's been a pretty epic day here in 504. Pushing the envelope, entering uncharted territory, and an unexpected visit by a separate species has truly been a blessing. It all started as Lars Bars left the homeland and muted footsteps were heard. I could only imagine what was entering the suite, and could only wonder which room it would decide to rest awkwardly in. "C, D, E????" As these thoughts raced through my mind, I pulled a 180 in my chair, ducked the head, and dodged a bullet. Room E had been compromised. No one is quite sure yet what this species is all about, there is not enough interaction with "the one." What went down in E today.....I shall never know. I did manage to snap a quick photograph, but the foreign offspring is undoubtedly hard to catch in action.

So far, today has almost been overwhelming. Somehow, Hodgin was able to enter distant and exotic lands...room A. No one really knows what lies behind that door, but we were able to get a quick glimpse of the unexplored areas. The 10 second exploration was not satisfying, but further uncovering will have to be saved for a later date.



Hodgin was also able to test out Drew's bike, in the suite.

So far, the Vlog was brought nothing but excellence, excitement, and disturbance. The evening awaits us....

Recent Feed from 504

calling all queers from 504

hey queers get to steppin on this blawg thing or however you spell it. now dont tell anyone about it, ive got to feel it out, ya know get my feet (insert dirty word, you know what im talkin about) wet. oh and i guess ryan can be apart of it, so long as his name is 'beyonce'.