The Overnightscape #718 (Thursday, July 3, 2008 / 59:00 / 27.1 MB / theovernightscape.com) - Tonight’s subjects include: The people listening in the future, vague memories of the past, area code 718 in the Outer Boroughs of New York City, Real Bout Fatal Fury, checking the weather, turning on the air conditioner, The Overnightscape Underground (ONSUG), another ONSUG, audio problems, the font Gentium, The Motor Excursion Ruffians #4 at Figment on Governors Island (10 hours, 18 minutes), super hot video camera, audio comments (”Jan Erik from Norway”, “Doug from PodGlo”, “Chad from Texas - time travel”, “Dirty Dingo - kava kava”), AtariAge.com, Atari 2600 games (”Space Invaders”, “Demon Attack”, “Cosmic Ark”), Canyon Glider, Stella, glitching/frying 2600 games, editing reality, listener audio (Jim and Lillian Fidler from Republic of Avalon Radio (from Newfoundland, Canada) - with Jim’s song “Ring Bang Revolution”), The Jobox Entertainment System, Mr. Jesse the Cat, lolcats, audio from the 1964-65 New York World’s Fair, and a box out of control. Hosted by Frank Edward Nora (frank@theovernightscape.com)
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July 2nd, 2008 at 5:23 pm
little ale’Inn
Immediately I saw the toads start to levitate. First one, obviously and then the entire ditch load of toads. The harmonic buzz appeared overhead. I remember the shed in ET and I was wondering why they had a shed, not having a father, but the shed, seemed so Norman Rockwellish that somehow it defied the nature of the single mom, I was thinking about this because of the Reese’s Pieces that I was eating and because of the small gray alien approaching me.
The damn grays’ broke my leg again, just like they did last time by whacking the shit out of it with a cricket bat. As I screamed in pain I could see them warming up their little saucer, the sports model, and then as the air around it began to ionize, they were off, shaping time and space around them so that they darted most unnaturally away from the scene of the crime, the levitated ditch full of frogs and my broken leg.