Dinner with Gigabane...A Movie Short

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From a great height... height...

Paranoid Android
Radiohead
Lyrics

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
(with) your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does...

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

Covert Gaming

I am constantly finding new training techniques for my agents. Like Neurocam we rely on game mechanics fopr training but we contract real world jobs...

This is from The Toxick E-mail List:

http://www.criticalmiss.com/issue10/BodyLanguageRugby1.html

Body Language Rugby


Introduction
Body Language Rugby can be played by any number of players from two upwards, although four players divided into two teams of two is probably the optimum number. (If you have an odd number of people, then it's often handy if one person acts as referee / line judge).

Body Language Rugby is best played in semi-formal occasions, in which people are muting their natural responses to avoid causing offence. This because we want an environment where you can manipulate people by making them feel merely uncomfortable - as opposed to plain-damn scaring the shit out of them.

Suitable venues include wedding receptions, formal cocktail parties, and the sort of wine and cheese gatherings I believe you get on the first evening of business conventions. (I wouldn't know about the latter since I'm only a humble programmer, and thus don't get invited to such events).

You could try playing Body Language Rugby in a less formal location, such as a bar or club, but if do you try that then on your head be it; don't come crying to me if you find yourself sitting in Casualty with a broken pint glass embedded in what you used to call your face.

But I'm American!
Body Language Rugby works equally well if described in the language of Gridiron (American) Football. Just replace "Rugby" with "Football", "try" with "touchdown", "in goal area" with "endzone", and "goal-line" with whatever the hell you guys call the line that separates the end zone from the pitch proper.

Oh, and perhaps you should wear knee-pads and cycle helmets in case you slip over and hurt yourself.

The Arena
The best type of arena is a reasonably large rectangular room, slightly longer than it is wide, with any doors being on the longer sides. The room should be reasonably free of obstructions such as tables and chairs. (If there are tables and chairs, then it's best if they are at the sides of the room).

The Pitch
The pitch consists of the floor area of the room. At each end of the room, you need to designate a line which will be the goal-line. This could be an actual physical marking, such as where the carpet stops and wooden flooring begins, or a notional line, such as the line connecting a door on one wall to the window on another.

The area beyond each goal line is called the in-goal area. The pitch should look like this:

|------------------|
| in-goal area |
|------------------|
| |
| |
| playing area |
| |
| |
|------------------|
| in-goal area |
|------------------|
Each team takes one end of the room, defending the goal-line behind them, and attacking the goal-line in front.

Ideally, there should be no doors in either of the in-game areas. However, what is most important is that both in-game areas are equal - either they both have no doors, or they both have doors. If they are unequal, then it is vital that the game is played in two halves, with the teams swapping ends after each half.

The Rules
The rules are very simple.

Play starts with each team confined to their half of the pitch.

At the start of play, the two captains select one person (not a player, just a party guest or whatever), who is standing in the central area of the room, to be "the Ball". If there is a referee then he can select the Ball.

The purpose of the game is to force the Ball (that's the party guest for those who are finding this sociopathic language hard to keep up with) across your opponent's goal-line whilst simultaneously preventing him from forcing the Ball across your goal-line, all without making any physical contact whatsoever with the Ball.

If you drive the Ball across the goal-line (if any part of the Ball's body crosses the line then this qualifies) you have achieved a try & conversion, and thus score seven points.

If you make any physical contact on the Ball - even something as innocuous as touching his arm - then a penalty worth an automatic three points is awarded to your opponent.

After any points are scored, all players must return to their own half, following which a new Ball is chosen.

Tactics
Basic
The basic tactic in Body Language Rugby is the continuous invasion of the Ball's personal space in order to drive/herd him away from you, and towards the goal-line. This will typically be disguised by engaging him in an over-familiar, and over-friendly, conversation.

You get in close. He takes a step backward. You step forward to remain just that bit too close. He takes another step backward. And so on. The knack is to do it in such a way that it doesn't feel forced or contrived; he should assume that you're just one of those annoying sods who lack social empathy and just can't help but invade your space.

Advanced
One controversial technique involves the creative use of the buffet table, in particular the pre-game consumption of garlic and raw-onions, thus granting the player a breath weapon that can vastly enhance ball driving and control skills.

General Advice
A game of Body Language Rugby is best conducted covertly. In particular, it's advisable to not celebrate when points have been scored.

Have fun!

Strange Movie Found

http://www.ourmedia.org/node/66895

After the War...

Titan returns to find Helena Bond picking up the last of her things at NCI Headquarters in London.

She was very special to me. I turned to her the night before I realized I was being set up, I raved about the compounds in desperation and she listened patiently.

Ours has always been a rocky relationship, she is go gentle that my harsh ways would scare her and make her angry.

When I finally met her, she was as beautiful as I remember that lonely London night when I was staying in Beltaines safe house. She embrasced me with such warmth and caring that I was never quite as efficient of an agent. I often realize that her frank admissions to be Circle of Light was enough to ensure that she was sent to emotionally re-wire me...and she did.

She broke me...but I was an agent and I had a job to do, so I forgot about her.

During the reenginerring I checked back into NCI Headquarters...

Our eyes met..

I looked at her and introduced myself.

And she...well...watch for yourself...


Helena Bond

He buzzes like a fridge

Radiohead
Karma Police

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough
I’ve given all I can, but we’re still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

Everyine is in here if you look...

http://www.cremaster.net/crem4.htm#Trailer

you might have to select the Trailer from the side bar..

Hastings...Fisher...

Beltaine in a Car..the cheshire cat

Titan being surgically altered...

it really is an Amazing FNORD.

New Leather

For some reason this post had vanished...

This was the Mexican narrative I was working on back on the 2nd and 3rd....

This is where Tomas is played by Gigabane.

This is the first real hint at the sort of narrative I am going to develop to satisfy my indignation.

This is Toxick Magick...

Quintero looked up at the rider and smiled broadly. It was best to smile at such men and act as though he was welcome. To show any sign of hostility could mean death.

"Do you speak English?" the rider asked. He was a thin, dirty, unusually tall and lanky Anglo with a purple broad brimmed, low-crowned sombrero, leater vest and blue black leather pants. He wore leather knee-length chaparejos of the Mexican style over Anglo leather boots. His beard and hair were long, dark and unkempt. His eyes, under the shade of his hat, were hunger hollow and tired. His gelding was emaciated and trail weary. Most importantly he was unusually heavily armed with a pair of massive percussion single shot pistols nestled in holsters on either side of his saddle horn, two Colt Patterson revolvers in holsters on his hips, a large Bowie knife in a scabbard across the small of his back, and a large caliber muzzle loading carbine resting across his lap.

"Yes, I speak a little," Quintero smiled. "You are a Ranger?"

"Yes. Do you know a man named Gigabane?"


Narrative adapted from The Devil's Staircase

Friday, February 03, 2006

p.s. some of the more recent inducted might recognize the voice of one of NCI's Senior Management cavorting with Chris Titan in Leather...and a Sombrero...

No One Belongs Here...

Huh,

Wasn't it that fake ass Yellow One shit that predicted all this, and demonstrated it with a wierd surreal film.

Take another look...

Notice the veils...

Notice Hastings in his chair...the Veil over Bridget Fisher

Cronin in the White Suit...ends up dead in the water...

look at the floating corpse...and think hard about your T.I.T.A.N. knowledge lectures...

The underwater image that appeared on the NCI site that resembled a image that I recieved on my first spontaneous mission from HER.

Cronin asked me once if Henley was The Swag or The Fool in the Tarot, and NCI was the woman in the Universe card. What Tarot card would he be. I did not have the heart to tell him that he was The Hanged Man.

http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15622183&postID=113179824711858397

http://www.geocities.com/y1_window/humanexperiments.html

Gigabane Slain On Assignment!

Gigabane's Last Mission


Inspired by Beltaine

"No longer viable or usable, or less effective by a large degree"

From Yahoo News

Goss cited a "disruption to our plans, things that we have under way." Some CIA sources and "assets" had been rendered "no longer viable or usable, or less effective by a large degree," he said.

The revelations have also made intelligence agencies in other countries mistrustful of their U.S. counterparts, Goss said.

"I'm stunned to the quick when I get questions from my professional counterparts saying, `Mr. Goss, can't you Americans keep a secret?"

Goss, when pressed, said he was speaking of programs run by the CIA, and would let NSA officials speak for themselves.

Gen. Michael Hayden, the principal deputy director of national intelligence and a former NSA director, said it was hard to characterize any damage done to his agency in an open session.

But, he said, "Some people claim that somehow or another our capabilities are immune to this kind of information going out into the public domain."

"And, I can tell you, in a broad sense, that is certainly not true."

The New Office

If you are interested in a face to face live chat with Chris Titan about Neurocam and the possibillity of taking it to the next level by joining the agency behind the agency The T.I.T.A.N Agency.

I will only send invitations to this office to those who will email me to make an appointment to meet. Depending on the response we might just have a party to kick things off.

There is a download...but it is free.

Doppelganger

I need a loyal operative to obtain from Operative Urfe copies of the "supposed" e-mails that were recently sent to him by someone claiming to be Chris Titan.

I need an operative who is willing to slay a doppleganger.

I am opening a new office for the T.I.T.A.N. Agency, I think that Neurocam had opened a window into somneting that I want to open the door and expolre.

I will have details soon. Official matters will be held in my new office, but the enterprising operative who gets me thiose mails is going to have a powerful position in my now very real organization.

Enjoy,

Chris TItan



http://paranormal.about.com/library/weekly/aa111102a.htm

One of the most fascinating reports of a doppelganger comes from American writer Robert Dale Owen who was told the story by Julie von Güldenstubbe, the second daughter of the Baron von Güldenstubbe. In 1845, when von Güldenstubbe was 13, she attended Pensionat von Neuwelcke, an exclusive girl's schoool near Wolmar in what is now Latvia. One of her teachers was a 32-year-old French woman named Emilie Sagée. And although the school's administration was quite pleased with Sagée's performance, she soon became the object of rumor and odd speculation. Sagée, it seemed, had a double that would appear and disappear in full view of the students.

In the middle of class one day, while Sagée was writing on the blackboard, her exact double appeared beside her. The doppelganger precisely copied the teacher's every move as she wrote, except that it did not hold any chalk. The event was witnessed by 13 students in the classroom. A similar incident was reported at dinner one evening when Sagée's doppelganger was seen standing behind her, mimicking the movements of her eating, although it held no utensils.

The doppelganger did not always echo her movements, however. On several occasions, Sagée would be seen in one part of the school when it was known that she was in another at that time. The most astonishing instance of this took place in full view of the entire student body of 42 students on a summer day in 1846. The girls were all assembled in the school hall for their sewing and embroidery lessons. As they sat at the long tables working, they could clearly see Sagée in the school's garden gathering flowers. Another teacher was supervising the children. When this teacher left the room to talk to the headmistress, Sagée's doppelganger appeared in her chair - while the real Sagée could still be seen in the garden. The students noted that Sagée's movements in the garden looked tired while the doppelganger sat motionless. Two brave girls approached the phantom and tried to touch it, but felt an odd resistance in the air surrounding it. One girl actually stepped between the teacher's chair and the table, passing right through the apparition, which remained motionless. It then slowly vanished.

Sagée claimed never to have seen the doppelganger herself, but said that whenever it was said to appear, she felt drained and fatigued. Her physical color even seemed to pale at those times.

Famous Doppelgangers

There have been many cases of doppelgangers appearing to well-known figures:

Guy de Maupassant, the French novelist and short story writer, claimed to have been haunted by his doppelganger near the end of his life. On one occasion, he said, this double entered his room, took a seat opposite him and began to dictate what de Maupassant was writing. He wrote about this experience in his short story "Lui."
John Donne, the 16th century English poet whose work often touched on the metaphysical, was visited by a doppelganger while he was in Paris - not his, but his wife's. She appeared to him holding a newborn baby. Donne's wife was pregnant at the time, but the apparition was a portent of great sadness. At the same moment that the doppelganger appeared, his wife had given birth to a stillborn child.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, still considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, encountered his doppelganger in Italy. The phantom silently pointed toward the Mediterranean Sea. Not long after, and shortly before his 30th birthday in 1822, Shelley died in a sailing accident - drowned in the Mediterranean Sea.
Queen Elizabeth I of England was shocked to see her doppelganger laid out on her bed. The queen died shortly thereafter.
In a case that suggests that doppelgangers might have something to do with time or dimensional shifts, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, the 18th century German poet, confronted his doppelganger while riding on the road to Drusenheim. Riding toward him was his exact double, but wearing a gray suit trimmed in gold. Eight years later, von Goethe was again traveling on the same road, but in the opposite direction. He then realized he was wearing the very gray suit trimmed in gold that he had seen on his double eight years earlier! Had von Goethe seen his future self?