After reading that KFC has supposedly strategicly placed a “Mosquito Tone” in one of their ads, it got me intruigiued as to just what it is and how it works.

After promptly doing some digging around and taking a look i found out that a “mosquito tone” is simply a 17KHz sine wave that geeky youngsters have been known to use on their cell phone to alert them when they’ve got a text message so the teachers can’t hear it. See, studies say that most of us old folks (I’m over 30 now) can’t hear much above the 13-14KHz range!

Of course, when someone says most people can’t do [x], everyone tries it. Sort of like when I read the Snapple cap that said no one can lick their elbow. Now that’s a conversation starter. Here are the sounds for you to test yourself with (Ren suggests headphones for best results, best meaning you’re still a young’un). They’re all 5-second long .mp3 files:

Whipper-snap-o-meter:

11 KHz
12 KHz
13 KHz
14 KHz
15 KHz
16 KHz
17 KHz
18 KHz

With rather a large shot of:

And you end up with something that would just make you want to retch the night away.. like lots…

For those of you trying to figure it out, yes thats a REAL diet coke with bacon and REAL Bacon Vodka

What ever next?????????

Part 1 – “With great power comes great learning”
Chapter One – The one that almost got away..

He was running, darting from shadow to shadow, trying to throw them off his trail. Ducking into a doorway to his left he silently closed it behind him and leant against it trying to get his breath back. Outside he could hear them shouting at eachother.

“You let him get away! The one decent meal of the week and you let him escape!”
“If you had listened to me and gone left, we wouldn’t be having this argument Kay. You never listen to me! Perhaps next time if I tell you to go left you WILL do.”

Their voices trailed away into the distance. They had been too busy arguing to hear his heart beating like an express train in his chest, his ragged breathing from behind the door as he tried to keep quiet. Had he really done it? had he finally escaped them both? He couldn’t believe his luck, but it was too early for congratulations yet, he had to get out of there and fast before they backtracked and found him. Suddenly his arm lifted itself and went for the door handle. “No! it can’t be! not now, not after all this??” the thought hit him like a brick as he slowly realised he was walking towards two shadowy figures in the night. As the figures surrounded him and sunk their teeth into his neck, he screamed a silent scream in his mind before he went limp and his heart stopped.

“Your powers are getting stronger Dani, this is a new trick and i like it!” Kay said in between mouthfuls of the treat infront of them.
“Almost as strong as yours sis, I can feel more power running in me now and its growing day to day. It seems a lifetime ago since we discovered our “Talents” so to speak.” Dani was cleaning the blood off her hands as she watched her sister finish their meal. “I’ll get rid of the body this time if you’d like, you got rid of the last leftovers. Meet you back at home.”

Dani rose up and grasped the back of the mans collar, lifting him into the night sky with her as she flew off over the suburbs towards the waste plant they burned the bodies in. As she flew, the thoughts of their discoveries came back to her, could it really have only been 10 years ago since they developed the hunger??

Chapter Two – In the beginning..

Both Dani and Kay had a normal childhood really. Brought up by their loving mother alone in a backwater part of North Carolina, attending school and having normal friends. It wasn’t until they both attended their first Samhain and spoke to the elder that they even had any idea of the secret waiting on them both. Their mother only knew something was wrong and never exactly what the elder told them both. They walked into the tent as happy daughters, and walked out in tears, hugging eachother and wouldn’t let go of their mother until they were back at home.

They never did tell their mother what the elder said to them, the truth would kill her. They had hidden the truth from their mother all these years, which wasn’t easy until they brought their own home and moved out. Mum would question the late night trips, the odd occasional blood stain and the constantly dark rooms, but she accepted it as part of her daughters “finding themselves” as she put it. It was this ability to hide their tracks that made them such smart and powerful hunters. If they came back home covered in blood their secret would have to be shared with their mother and that was something they needed to avoid at all costs.

It took them a few years of mistakes and a few near misses for them to hone their skills in killing. They would pick a certain type of person, a certain location, and in some cases a diferent state. Over the years they developed and learnt their true potential and their true powers. As Day-Walkers they could still lead a normal-ish life, but no-one would ever see them eat. Not that it ever raised anyone’s suspicions. Everything was great until Kay hit her 21st birthday. Suddenly she found she could hear things miles away, she could smell the best blood from a distance, and her ability to lure men hit an all time high. This changed things for them both. With better stock came more questions about disappearances. More people asking questions and their usual methods needed to be refined. 8 years of working out a system came crashing down around them and they once again had to learn to hunt their new prey all over.

Now Dani had hit 21 herself, her powers were coming out in wierd and wonderful ways. She found that as long as they were together she could hide them both in the shadows with people walking so close they almost touched them, but never noticed them. She could control the unwilling with her mind, making them do things and go places they wouldn’t do by themselves. She also found that her hunger had gotten worse, something that she hid even from her sister. One kill was never enough any more, she had to hunt again solo just to keep herself saited.

Dropping the second of the nights kills into the blast furnace and watching it burn away she idly wiped her hands and mouth clean of blood, musing that she would have to tell Kay soon, it was starting to get impossible to hide the time it took to dispose of one body.

to be continued..

Ao after scouting pretty much all the stores in the tristate area of where we were staying in Ohio for some parafin, only to find tiki torch fluid that was as close to what i needed as possible, I set about soaking my poi for the evening entertainment. Not to mention that this was all taking place in a country that we had no health insurance covering third degree burns….

So, that evening when it got dark enough to look good, I went outside and lit up the poi and my partner got out the camera for some amazing shots. Full credit to her on these, they look awesome!!

Men have this thing we all have to do that we hate every morning, that is to cut off the very short sandpaper off our faces and make ourselves look presentable for our boss/wife/gf/other. I hate doing it and pretty much always sport lightweight stubble (which I’m told makes me look distinguished… Like my slowly greying hair..).

Now picture the scene if you will, I’m sat in the bathroom talking to my partner as she sits there waxing the stubble off her legs and contemplating shaving, just discussing a few things when I ask her why she waxes. “Its easier than shaving!” comes the reply. So I ask her if it hurts any? Expecting to be told it stings like hell and it’s the second only pain to childbirth, I’m supprised when I’m told it’s like a small scratch.
So, I’m sat there watching and talking and she finishes her legs and goes to see why the kids have gone quiet leaving me to start my ablutions. I am standing at the sink listening to her cleaning up a mess somewhere in the house and spot the last strip of wax in the packet and suddenly get this brilliant idea!!

Well, I thought to myself, it doesn’t hurt apparently and it prevents growth for a while… Might be worth trying surely???
Now the more sane amongst you will be screaming at the monitor at me to not do what’s about to happen, and the others of you will be about to curl into appeplexy with laughter as you suddenly realise what happened next..

I read the instructions on the packet and pulled out the last remaining strip, placing it to my cheek and pressing into the stubble to ensure maximum adhesion and rubbing it to warm the wax into the hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and a dark cloud suddenly loomed above my face as I realised what you all have been laughing over for the last few mins.. Crap, now I face a problem.. The strip is well and truely stuck now, a quick lift of one corner and wiping of eyes verifies this. And so I face a dilema. Do I call my gf through and risk her deciding that marrying an idiot like me will play murder on the life insurance? Or do I just act like a man and rip it off?? I decided to keep this idiocy under wraps and be a man..

Looking about me, I rolled a towel into a roll and put it between my teeth and bit on it hard, psyching myself up for the inevitable pain that was due to descend apon my face any moment. It was just as I was about to start peeling off the wax strip that I heard the door open and someone enter with a smelly potty.. She took one look at me, one look at the strip on my face and towel in my mouth and promptly fell about the room in howling laughter nearly spreading the waste part of yesturdays kids meal with her.

Now, either she felt sorry for this sad idiot in front of her, or she has suddenly discovered this sadistic evil side, either way she was going to help me here and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Making me grasp the towel with both hands she took hold of the top of the wax strip and uttered the immortal lines.. “ready? On three..” I never knew women could be so evil.. She got to two and yanked the strip off and stepped gingerly away from arm distance. Before I knew what just happened, the pain hit me like I’d just walked into a semi at 90.. OMGWTFBBQYEOWCH!!!!!!

My whole side of my face felt like it had been ripped clean off with the strip, unfortunately it didn’t clear all the hair off in the strip either, sothere were still clumps left. I looked a state, red raw cheek with clumpy stubble, tears rolling out my eyes like niagra falls, the towel in about 8 bits inside my mouth, and language you wouldn’t even hear in the dirtyest adult movie exiting my mouth. After my partner picked herself off the floor and had a few puffs of her inhaler to stop the laughing asthma attack she looked at me square in the eye and said, “well I knew you were an idiot, it’s just been confirmed how much now” and then promptly carried on laughing her ass of at me.

Like I said at the start of this post, you ever have those “well it seemed like a good idea at the time…” moments?? That was mine. I fully recommend it to drunken passed out college kids as a frat gag, or getting one back on your mate.. But believe me, I now understand why men never invented waxing shave pads.. Bee sting my bloody arse it was!!

So there you go.. Jonno: ten steps ahead in stupidity, so you don’t have to… Lol

One thing i will say though is that there’s gonna be alot in here that is just totally randomly brilliant.. But there’s only so many times a video of me setting myself alight with my fire poi is funny.. then again…… lol

I’ll post as and when the mood strikes me so don’t be supprised to see the same post up here for 4 months at a time.. you watch, it’ll be christmas now before the next post arrives!

Anyway, enjoy and stuff..

Jonno.