We waited for Agent Heggle last evening, but Lucy had to put the dinner on the table, otherwise it would have been like breaking rocks for dinner. So we ate without him.
We chatted about Agent DelKey and this mysterious Object, as well as the many disparate elements forming ARG MetaPhoria . . . the latest being Harry Potter . . . and To Sir With Love. Why did I throw those into the mix? As if there isn’t enough going on here already . . . it could be considered confusing?
Mixed MetaPhoria galore!
Anyway, we sat down to wach To Sir With Love. You may notice that in the Western world, copyright laws about what we watch are controlled. The other movie . . . Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner . . . in Chinese . . . full length . . . Chinese people get to watch full length movies on YouKu 2 weeks after they come out in the theatres, yet their movie theatres are full and successful. Why? Because they love the surround sound and going out for the night, that’s why. But there is little mention of that fact when the big movie and music conglomerates talk about jailing copyright infringers in the Western world.
I just love the number 7? Look how many chops this movie took took to upload to YouTube . . . in English!
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 1
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 2
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 3
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 4
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 5
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 6
Source: to sir with L.O.V.E – part 7
After watching that magic unfold, we went to bed. But I could not sleep. I tossed and turned all night. Waking up at 7 AM. I put on some Java, and as I slurped, I wandered around our home. The new glass gate at the top of the spiral stairs was open ajar. How odd. Then all of a sudden, I could hear a faint sound. F# . . . a constant drone in a familiar choppy osscillation. Not very loud, and I could not tell where it was coming from. Nope, not upstairs in the loft. Not around the ground floor. I went down to the basement, and over in the corner, on top of the Korg DW8000 keyboard . . . was a tiny silvery object . . . a pewter car.
I picked it up and the sound stopped . . . it looked like a small Aston Martin Rapide!
I heard the toilet flush at the other end of the basement. Out came Agent Heggle doing up his belt.
“Looking for someone, Agent Weebley . . . nice day init?”
He looked so much younger. As young as Peter, from Narnia. Before I could welcome him back, he spoke again . . . “Have you finished your comments to the people of Sheffield yet? Full circle, but a helix, Agent Weebley!”
I explained that no-one seems to read the Sheffield Star, except for sports news.
“It’s time to work your magic, Agent Weebley.”
So we set about doing just that today.
John Lewis was supposed to have a new building . . . in block 7.
It’s time to work on turning heads. I think Doctor Sternum, when he said they were ready and waiting on UKfupped.com . . . they are waiting for me.