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This just goes to show that I can be distracted by anything on the internet. More than an hour ago I sat down to do a bit of research on King Lear... which somehow lead me to the Paul is Dead article on wikipedia. Which is some of the most entertaining reading I have encountered as far as crazy conspiracy theories goes. I mean, I knew bits of it, but... between 1960s netspeak ("1 ONE I X HE ^ DIE") and, I mean, hints to his death before he died, and Lucy in the Sky with diamonds being clues to where his urn is... it's just... wonderful. And, unfortunately, it makes me want to write about something similar, except in some capacity it would require me to write song lyrics. But there's an entire DaVinci Code of random in that, just waiting to be exploited in some way... with an entirely fictionalized band and completely different premise, because one phenomenon whose toes I shall not tread upon specifically is that of The Beatles because... well, I've spent a good amount of time ignoring them, and I may be one of the few people in the world with none of their music at all to speak of anywhere in their collection, save for a spare cover or two by Ben Harper or Rufus Wainwright.
Oh, and the article also taught me where Death Cab for Cutie got their name. Knowledge! (Knowledge that has nothing at all to do with King Lear...)
And while we're on conspiracy theories, I'd like to point out that the music I'm listening to is a clue. As an artistic decision, seeking to counter the general theme of death notices posted to LJ by emo teens after months of moaning, I died before starting this journal, on July 16 of 2003, the very same day that an Australian research team led by Graham Giles of The Cancer Council published a medical study which concluded that frequent masturbation by males may help prevent the development of prostate cancer. If you arrange my icons (prominently featuring a certain similarly-fated character) in a pattern dictated by a specific monk (whose name you can learn by putting a mirror to one of my entires) secretly living in Arkansas (pronounced Ar-Kansas, either "Our Kansas", or "Ur Kansas", much like the Ur Hamlet, not to be confused with UR Hamlet (or UR Kansas), unless you subscribe to the theory that I am, in fact, Hamlet. Who is dead, so perhaps you're on to something there.) you will be able to see a high-definition sepiatone (represeting the fact that it was in the past) picture illustrating the exact means of my death and the subsequent cover-up and eventual creation of the livejournal you see here.
Oh, and the icing atop all the clues (I keep re-reading this as "icing on the soup" and it really makes me want to use the phrase somewhere) here is hidden within the article itself. Just in case you're too lazy to play detective, I will reproduce it here myself: "McCartney is depicted as a walrus in the Magical Mystery Tour album cover (although some have suggested he is in fact the hippo)." So there you have it. Undeniable truth.
Oh, and the article also taught me where Death Cab for Cutie got their name. Knowledge! (Knowledge that has nothing at all to do with King Lear...)
And while we're on conspiracy theories, I'd like to point out that the music I'm listening to is a clue. As an artistic decision, seeking to counter the general theme of death notices posted to LJ by emo teens after months of moaning, I died before starting this journal, on July 16 of 2003, the very same day that an Australian research team led by Graham Giles of The Cancer Council published a medical study which concluded that frequent masturbation by males may help prevent the development of prostate cancer. If you arrange my icons (prominently featuring a certain similarly-fated character) in a pattern dictated by a specific monk (whose name you can learn by putting a mirror to one of my entires) secretly living in Arkansas (pronounced Ar-Kansas, either "Our Kansas", or "Ur Kansas", much like the Ur Hamlet, not to be confused with UR Hamlet (or UR Kansas), unless you subscribe to the theory that I am, in fact, Hamlet. Who is dead, so perhaps you're on to something there.) you will be able to see a high-definition sepiatone (represeting the fact that it was in the past) picture illustrating the exact means of my death and the subsequent cover-up and eventual creation of the livejournal you see here.
Oh, and the icing atop all the clues (I keep re-reading this as "icing on the soup" and it really makes me want to use the phrase somewhere) here is hidden within the article itself. Just in case you're too lazy to play detective, I will reproduce it here myself: "McCartney is depicted as a walrus in the Magical Mystery Tour album cover (although some have suggested he is in fact the hippo)." So there you have it. Undeniable truth.
