Remembering Kevin...
June 28, 2010
Remembering Kevin Cosby (GetMeOut)
We Miss You Kevin.
The Outpost Needs You
December 03, 2009
I'm guessing you're probably as surprised to see this post as I am to be writing it -- it's been a long time -- we've moved on -- things are quiet -- things are safe I guess...
...but are they?
After what we learned in new york, can any of us really feel safe? Is anyone else still having the dreams? Has anyone heard anything?
how many of us are still out there? How many of us still have the heart to keep going?
I'm still providence -- are you?
Go ahead, spin the wheel
November 15, 2008
...because every single square's a Whammy. Whether it's that chick you're into that tells you to get lost, or that long-lost buddy shows back up after totally ditching you for a new clique, the weird kids you ran with when you thought nobody was looking, that teacher you had that kept sending mixed signals, or that new fella you run into that seems to know more about your past than you're really comfortable with. There's no way to escape it, you've just got to stay on your toes and keep your eyes open.
It's that time of year again...
October 22, 2008
When all good little boys and girls gather together to observe that most sacred of holidays.
It seems like it starts earlier every year...
The More Things Change...
July 09, 2008
...it's been months now since the trail went cold. Months since many of us went our seperate ways, too exhausted or too frustrated to keep searching, hoping, believing. It's not the first time the outpost has sat silent and dark, it's members scattered to the winds, and it might not be the last, who can say?
What is for certain is that there are five of us who don't have the luxury of walking away. They've become, irrevocably, part of the nightmare we've all experienced. Part of the madness.
I can't help but think that while we go about our everyday lives, the outpost crumbles, the prayer wheel turns, and the nightmare continues.
It's time for Providence to come home.
It's Quiet
March 06, 2008
Too Quiet
I don't like it.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
The Hour of Reckoning Is At Hand
February 21, 2008
Now we wait....
From One Of Us
February 20, 2008
Beautiful Work Sinyx
It's on like Paul and John
January 22, 2008
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence greet the brand new day
The sun is up the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
On January 21 we received an email from Peter Severn of Forsythe Security. He has a proposition for us. A quid pro quo if you will. Our accursed hard drive in exchange for some interesting files of a medical nature.
Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes
Look around round round
Youtube link to the musical stylings of Paul and John
or
Siouxsie and the Banshees if you are so inclined.
Well? What do you think?
December 03, 2007
It seems the scream has sent everyone scrambling to regroup.
We've detected little to no activity from any of our field sources and can only assume that everyone has fattened up on holiday fare and hit the stores for door buster deals on new electric monks, hard drives, surveillance equipment, or a fresh supply of tinfoil to block those EM rays that cause such nasty headaches and restless nights.
In the absence of fresh information, all we're left to do is extrapolate, interpolate, and manipulate the information we have in order to coerce some meaning out of it. In other words, speculate. So I've started the ball rolling in a thread of brainstormic intentions. Pop on in and throw out your best guess as to what this all means. Your speculation doesn't have to be logical, but it helps if you believe it....to some degree.
"Is this some kind of Bust?"