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konamouse
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 		[WEBSITE] iamhiggsboson.blogspot.com
- clue from package from Peeps to konamouse
I got a package in the mail today.

P1010001

This is in a residental area in Santa Monica, but not a real home.

P1010009

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i am higgs boson


http://iamhiggsboson.blogspot.com/

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In the source:
..-. .. -. -.. / -... --- -..- / - .... .-. . . / - .... .-. . . / ... . ...- . -. / --- -. .

FIND BOX THREE THREE SEVEN ONE


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Use Ctl A on the page to find the bold letters.
whiteroseone at gabcast after you find piece one not before

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PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:10 am
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Caterpillar
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 		Does this mean anything? The link doesn't go anywhere. I've tried a thousand combos as far as names, along with the box #...and thought maybe The Singing Nun..no luck. But maybe it doesn't mean anything, or I don't know enough of the story.


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:08 am
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mapmaker
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 		As to what you said, Caterpillar

META: A few of us have seen a few blogspots used in pre-production - planning and whatnot - that haven't been used in the final version. My guess is that that link is something like that, given the blog does not currently exist. Just something the PMs forgot to remove?

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chixor1
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 		I was thinking about box 3371 and tried to work out what it was.
I looked up peeps gabcast profile and changed his user ID to 3371.

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http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&id=3371


The username is "The former A Johnson"

PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:04 am
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danteIL
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 		Fantastic find chixor1!!

Just for posterity, here are the contents of iamhiggsboson:

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October 1, 2006

The Boy of Dogtown
aka my favorite dream in the last month

I'm jogging along Palisades Park,
lost in my typical morning mantra,
"happy - happy - happy.. I am happy -
happy - happy.. I am happy - happy -
happy..."

A passing dog BARKS and lurches at me. It scares me and I stop and yell at the woman with the dog and say something like, "You should be careful with a dog like that!" The dog's owner laughs at me, "He's playing." The dog BARKS and lurches again. I yell again, "Hold him back!" The dog BARKS and BARKS! Then I lurch toward the dog to intimidate him. And the poor dog cowers. I smile, "Oh, tough dog. Aren't you?" The dog's owner yells at me, "Don't antagonize my dog!" And I go off on the owner and say something like, "Your dog antagonized me first!" And then the owner BARKS at me. And I BARK back a bunch of times! The dog's owner quickly pulls the dog away from me like I'm crazy and she turns the dog around and they run down the path. I BARK one more time (no idea why) and then yell, "See you next time, Fido!" A VOICE YELLS AT ME, "What is wrong with you?!" I slowly turn around and see a woman dressed as a yellow sun. She points a finger at me, "What is wrong with you?"

I clear my throat and smile and say, "I'm sorry, Amanda." I want to run but I laugh instead and Amanda turns (in her funny sun costume from last Halloween) and walks away.

I wake up! Thank god!

I look down at my feet and see that I'm wearing only boxers and white tube socks. I had passed out on my sofa with a glass of beer on my belly. The crazy part, the beer didn't spill! I passed out cold and never moved a muscle.

It was nice to see Amanda even if it was just in my dream.

I opened the mail today and found a check for 5000.00 from my Mother. She is afraid that I will never work again. She said that in her note with the check. She's worried that if anyone ever finds out about my "break-down at JPL" that they will not want to employ me. I suppose she has a point but I'm fine now. It was stress. Stress made me short circuit! My life had been nothing but stress for 28 years! My life has been like that kid in the bubble but without the bubble. All eyes on me, all the time, to see what I would do! BIG DREAMS! I was responsible for everybody's big dreams!

Why do you want me to write this shit, Peeps? I feel like I'm back talking to my shrink! And that was nothing but a huge waste of my time! I don't know how to write my story. I'm not a writer. I'm a physicist. Well, I was a physicist. Fine! Here's my "I AM" crappy story.

My Mom and Dad owned and operated a small candy shop in Placerville, CA. The two of them really struggled to make it. They worked so much that they pretty much had no life other than running that store. When I was born, they put all their hopes in me. I was their one and only child. I guess this is where I should tell you about my "genius" moment. When I was two, I sat down at the piano and played some song that was on the radio. My parents stopped whatever they were doing and had me play the song again. They then turned the dial on the radio to another station and I listened to another song and sat down at the piano and played that song as well. I think I sound like a freak kid but they were absolutely convinced that I was a genius or something. At that moment, my parents put all their hopes in life onto me. The next week they drove me to San Francisco and had me tested by some clinic. The clinic told my parents that I was "gifted". My parents flipped. They had a "gifted" child. Yahoo. They then spent every free moment they had teaching and challenging me, their "gifted' son. I know they did all this out of love but it was even more than just love. I was a ticket. I was my parent's ticket to something better. I don't blame them. I understand. They worked so hard for so long and had so little. I made them feel something they had never felt before in life. My "gifts" made them "special". Everybody wants to feel "special" for something. Well, everybody but me. I want NORMAL! I can't remember when people weren't watching me and prodding me and pushing me and telling me again and again that I was "special" and "gifted" and had "so much potential"! I did everything that was expected of a "gifted" kid. I graduated from high school at age 11. I finished my first PHD by the age of 15. I started working in a "secret" high energy physics program at JPL at 17. That I liked, because I could lose myself in the world of matter and radiation. (Particle physics is my thing) But JPL treated me like I was "gifted" too. Why? I have no idea. Believe me, I was not solving the great problems of this world. I have no cure for cancer. I have no idea how to feed the starving people. And I can't stop Global Warming. I'm a physicist. I WAS a physicist until six months ago. Six months ago I was in the middle of a staff meeting, listening to my boss rant on and on about some ridiculous procedure and something hit me and I could not take it any longer. I stood up. I stepped up onto my chair and then up onto the table. The room was silent. I think they were all afraid I was about to go "postal" or something. I didn't. I just stood up there and looked down at all of them. I knew all of them. We saw each other every day, but as I looked down at them, I realized I didn't know any of them. They didn't know me. Nobody knew me! I didn't know me! And then I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could physically scream. Harold and Frank dove at my knees and held me down on the table until security arrived. I was escorted to an ambulance and taken to an emergency room. The resident Psyche doctor asked me a few questions and then released me. I called my girlfriend, Amanda, and she came two hours later and drove me home. Two days later I went out to JPL to gather my stuff and get my car. As I was headed across the parking lot, I heard my friend, Libby, shouting my name. I stopped. She came up to me and handed me this pink card. She said it came for me via some singing messenger the day before. I knew immediately it was a "game". But a "game" with singing messengers? Sweet. I love alternate reality games. They have pretty much been my refuge over the last few years. This looked like an interesting "rabbit hole" and I jumped on it and into it. I called the number and so began my Sammeeeee adventure. I barely did anything else but play this "game". About two weeks into the "game" Amanda told me she needed some space. I had known it was coming for a few months but I was still surprised. We were sitting at a table in my favorite bar (My Father's Office), hanging out with a couple friends and Amanda suddenly got up from our table and said, "I need some space from our relationship." She put her beer down on the table and walked out of my life.

That night I got a phone call from you, Peeps. You called and you asked me, "ARE YOU AN ORDINARY MAN?" I had no idea how to answer that question. "ARE YOU AN ORDINARY MAN?" I finally gave in and said something like, "I guess so. Yes. I am an Ordinary Man. An Ordinary Man without my girlfriend, without my job, and with a mother that insists that I'll be starving soon.. and that starving will be followed up by me wandering the back alleys of Santa Monica, babbling to myself, and or my shopping cart." And then you said something nice like, "I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT, ORDINARY MAN. WILL YOU BE OKAY?"

And I could not answer you. I had no freaking idea if I would be okay. You didn't push me. You cleared your throat and you sang "Time after Time" to me.

"Sometime you pictured me,
I'm walking too far ahead
You're callin' to me,
I can't hear what you've said
You said, "Go slow, I fall behind"
The second hand unwinds...
If you're lost, you can look
and you will find me,
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you,
I'll be waiting,
Time after time.
Time after time.
Time after time."

Thank you, Peeps. You may have saved my life. Now I have one question for you. Where the hell are you?

Is that enough for my "I AM" story?



So this is maybe where we start to get into the meta-ARG part of the story...

PostPosted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 10:29 am
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danteIL
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chixor1 wrote:
I was thinking about box 3371 and tried to work out what it was.
I looked up peeps gabcast profile and changed his user ID to 3371.

Spoiler (Rollover to View):

http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&id=3371


The username is "The former A Johnson"



On "The fomer A Johnson's" gabcast channel, his icon shows a cover from a book titled "The Day He Died."

That same book can be found here, where we find out that it was written by one "Lewis Padgett", which was a pseudonym for Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore, writing together.

Hrmm...

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chixor1
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Quote:
On "The fomer A Johnson's" gabcast channel, his icon shows a cover from a book titled "The Day He Died."

That same book can be found here, where we find out that it was written by one "Lewis Padgett", which was a pseudonym for Henry Kuttner and C. L. Moore, writing together.

Hrmm...


Wow this is a very interesting find indeed. Awesome work DantelL, this will keep me busy tonight.

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enaxor
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chixor1 wrote:
I was thinking about box 3371 and tried to work out what it was.
I looked up peeps gabcast profile and changed his user ID to 3371.

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http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&id=3371


The username is "The former A Johnson"


I'm putting this in this thread, well cause I don't know where else to put it.

Checking Number One's gabcast page, the comment has been updated.

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number one talks about the whereabouts of piece two
But no message has been uploaded yet.
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 5:19 pm
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konamouse
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