My posts have been far and few between as of late, not because of laziness, but because of lack of material.

I've yet to recieve any word from Neurocam International on my first assignment yet.

But things have been jumping out at me..

Is Neurocam really just an experiment?

Or is it a way of life?

Nothing from HQ yet.

The nights are growing darker, the days shorter..

Have I been forsaken?

On a side note.. what the hell, Ryudo?

Jason made a post on his blog recently that both intrigued me and made me realize how due I was for a blog post. Life has been really hectic as of late. I'm planning a trip to Dallas to view an original production entitled, "Night Can Immerse". A good friend of mine is co-starring in it, so I figured I should be there to watch it all unfold. I found some cheap tickets, but these things require a lot of pre-planning. Luckily, our playhouse is taking a two week-break, so that should leave me more than enough time to get there and back.

Anyways.

In case you haven't seen it, Jason's post about underage Neurocammers, specifically the part about Monica, the undercover double-agent out to expose Neurocam International, was very thought inspiring. I find it interesting she found out about Neurocam on a post on GaiaOnline, an anime fansite. I wonder..

I'm most interested about her conclusion that Neurocam was evil. It's no secret that Neurocam Operatives do involve themselves in clandestine activities, even if they are all legal. However, would evil be an appropriate word? Is that going too far?

Because of this, I have gathered that they are bad. VERYBAD. because every normal human being across the spectrum of history has deemed anything unfamilliar and weird bad/evil/not to be trusted. So, I for my own safety am going to do the same, and start a blog like many others who have joined neurocam.

Understandably, she's only fifteen, so reason and logic may not be her best quality. It may never be. But she does raise a valid question: Would we, for the sake of advancing or remaining in Neurocam's good graces, do anything illegal or, as she so eloquently put it, VERYBAD? We don't know what Neurocam will do next. Only Neurocam does, whether that be Robert Henley, Harriet Moore or The Cult of Hamish.

So is it worth the risk? Some would say yes, and I tend to agree. In fact, what allured us all to Neurocam? The risk? More specifically, the mystery?

Just something to think about.

So I finally got switched over to Beta.

I tested out the new template functions, and I must say, it's pretty inventive. The entire thing allows flexibility in blog layout and functions without requiring much of any HTML knowledge. I'm not much of a techhead, so this made me happy.

The only thing I kind of wanted was flexibility in template choices. The new customizer only works with pre-made templates; any other html formatting won't read. Oh well, for a free service, it's looking very good.

For more information, see the Blogger Buzz posts.

I'm an operative now!

Dear Operative Eli,

Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jeff Seifer, and I am your assigned regional director. I will be the one evaluating your progress within our organization and allow me to be the first to say I wish you the best of luck and I hope you enjoy your time with us.

Queries and advisories pertaining to your own status and circumstances- and other personnel issues - should be directed to the Director of Human Resources, Noah Whiteleaf via noah.whiteleaf@neurocam.com.

General enquiries may be directed to enquiries@neurocam.com.

Warm Regards,
Jeff Seifer
Regional Director
West Coast USA - Beta
jeff.seifer@neurocam.com

Alright, now when do I get the decoder ring and laser watch?

Director Seifer,

The following e-mail contains the entiriety of my perception assignment A2-1001-01. If you have any questions, please let me know.

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4:00 PM. The alarm on my cell phone causes it to vibrate in my pocket, reminding me of the scheduled assignment. I quickly reach into my pocket and press a button on the side, stopping the vibrations. Sweat drips down my brow, thin white tee-shirt clinging to my tired body. A large cluster of platforms lay behind me, propped against walls, stacked upon finished hardwood flooring. As a member of the crew for this play, it's my job to run the lights, sounds, and- on occasion- move hefty platforms. I pull out a piece of paper and begin to jot down notes in order to report later.

4:14 PM. I finally finish moving the wooden platforms into the storage room. My co-worker, Jack, plops down beside me and hands me a can of Dr. Pepper. Popping the tab I take a long swig, deciding a break has been earned.

4:39 PM. The producer calls me into the seating area and asks my opinion about the placing of props in order to reduce conflictions between lighting cues. I recommend he move the enitre set forward about three feet, in order to make the spots more prominent and wash more thorough.

4:41 PM. Jack and I begin moving all the furniture and platforms forward as I recommended. I almost regret making the suggestion in the first place, considering that one of the props is a four-hundred pound metal tower. The cast takes their second break.

5:28 PM. We finish moving the set. I head up to the light and sound booth above the seats and begin synchronizing the light and sound settings for a musical number.

5:35 PM. The cast returns, and the director begins a full run-through. I load sound and light cues. My job, when stripped down to it's bare, consists of a single motion of the finger- the tapping of a button.

6:53 PM. After several stops, the full run-through ends. The actors are sent home and the stage crew arrives to strike the stage. I shut down the lightboard and soundboard and turn off all the monitors before leaving the sound-booth, locking it behind me.

7:04 PM. Several of my co-workers and I leave towards The Apple Pan, a great burger place for dinner. We all drive individual cars, despite the rising gas costs. I offer Jack a ride to and fro if he pays for my meal, but he declines with a "dream on".

7:16 PM. We arrive at The Apple Pan. We are seated immediately at a "U" shaped bar. I order a steakburger and Dr. Pepper.

7:23 PM. I'm hungry.

7:45 PM. Our food arrives. Feeding frenzy.

8:14 PM. I give salutations to my co-workers and head home. The drive is calm; the roads are suprisingly clear. I stop by on my way to grab a container of antacid tablets, just in case.

8:39 PM. I arrive home, retiring to my room to fool around on the guitar.

9:00 PM. My cell vibrates once more, signaling the end of my perception assignment.

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Cheers,

Eli Langship