I looked up and then settled down on my soggy sofa to watch the Matrix. Suddenly, though, the television screen began to display bizarre new images. Instead of turgid Larry Fishburne, I became lost in an ever-changing array of abstract paintings filled with ancient forgotten meaning. This phosphene pattern then converged into a bright fuchsia light which beamed into and excited directly my mind, causing it to vibrate with music - in fact it was the Stone Roses' song "I am the Resurrection." I sensed that some foreign (possibly Russian, possibly extraterrestrial, certainly gnostic) machine intelligence was warning me that I was in great danger. The RIAA would soon send its goons to my house to beat me up because of the unauthorized copying. I know this for certain because...because...I INFORMED ON MYSELF!
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Yeah this tv happened to us awhile back. The screen went hot pink then lime green. Then basically black and white with a roving color blotch. Eventually you get used to it (or you get a new tv - we waited until the thing blew out)
Hope all is well. I seriously think you should post more on your ws -- it makes it more interesting to read.
i stumbled across your blog because, apparently, you mention "turkish star wars" or some combination of those words and google sent me here. anyway, I just bought the paperback of Valis the other day and the friggin cover did the same thing. I thought that was funny.
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