Marceps

Power

2021-08-28T09:55:00+00:00

We lose electricity on the first day of October. If the bus does not move before then, we are stranded.

Today marks the climactic program of a tour that never happened.

Web Interface

2021-08-30T09:55:00+00:00

The chat room is now open to anyone with a web browser. Too bad nobody will ever use it.

... except for that one guy who already found it somehow, before the site even linked to it. May your corn flakes forever remain cardboard-free, mysterious stranger.

Correction

2021-09-24T09:55:00+00:00

We ~~lose~~ beg for electricity on the first day of October. The bus still does not move. The agenda currently looks like this:

Fucking
bullshit
every
day.

Warning

2021-11-07T10:55:00+00:00

A cabin buzzer never sounded so beautiful. The light on the dashboard said low air pressure, but the light in my heart said go, go, go.

Today will be spent siphoning ~80 gallons of fuel—provided the first ~20 gallons demonstrate that the engine functions...

Warm Place

2022-02-08T11:55:00+00:00

The fuel was siphoned. Then, a friend paid for more fuel... and food... and a couple of parts. It depends on how you slice it.

That is to say, the bus moves. It made it all the way to the Gulf of Mexico.

Last Day of Summer

2022-08-28T10:55:00+00:00

OK, yeah. I get it. You heard about the autumnal equinox from some science-ish YouTube channel and blah, blah. That's fine. Cherish it. Clench that summer tightly between your buttchecks and take it to the grave.

Here, though, we're talking about a different summer. It's the one that ends every August 28 but never actually begins... These are not word games or some clever-ish riddle. Rather, the summer is stillborn.

A stillborn baby arrives dead, but that doesn't mean it never existed or was never loved. It had a place in the world. It had infinite opportunity and infinite opportunity and then it had none. When you ask the stillborn's mother what she is going to do now, she will say that she is too worn-out to think about having “another” child... as if there were a first one. Because there was. It just happened to die before it was born.

... like our summer does every August 28.

Hope you had a good one.

Revolution

2023-06-28T10:55:00+00:00

As of today, the bus has remained stationary for an entire year.

Proof of Concept

2024-03-18T10:55:00+00:00

Nobody knows, cares, or even sees—but that does not matter. The tree still makes a noise. Only philosopher wannabes pretend otherwise.

Today, a proof of concept was uploaded. It features a song made in NSMT playing on a web page, through a rudimentary version of NSMT Headless.

Nobody knows, cares, or even sees how wonderful that is—but perhaps someday, some people might at least suspect something special.

Trucking

2024-07-28T09:55:00+00:00

Today marks the first day of a new chapter in this silly adventure.

If anyone wants a letter from the road, please send me your address. I have a book of ugly stamps that I immediately regretted buying and wish to burn through them quickly. By the way, a single stamp costs 73¢ now.

Once More with Feeling

2024-08-04T09:55:00+00:00

In a place with all the rust, there was a truck with all the things. In the truck with all the things, there was a trap with all the cheese. In the trap with all the cheese, there was a mouse with all the dreams.

In the mouse with all the dreams, there was a faint memory of having moved last week, ever so slightly for a human—just seven yards or so—but oh so much for the little mouse. It was fading fast. Maybe it never even happened.

Once more with feeling.