Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad’s hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.

Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I’m a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its’ thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.

The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.

Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…
Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…

Careful, somebody might post this in Wholesome Memes.

HELLOOOO TULSA OKLAHOMA!!!
TONITE I’M GONNA ROCK YOU TONITE!!!

137 times more powerful than the Electromagnetism you try and use to tear them apart, behold the Strong Pasta Friendship Force!

“But why?”
“Because we have to stretch the goddamned season from 12 to 24 goddamned episodes, that’s why. We have to go back because we have to burn airtime meandering in pointless circles, that’s why. That and Mystery Box™️!!!”

Is their first language Python, by any chance?

Where’s that bottom image from? I can’t place it, but if I was a betting man I’d say that’s from the flash-forward in the finale of the penultimate season of LOST, when the doctor is back in the real world, popping pills and swigging Jack Daniels.

In other words - everything she accused the “others” of being.
What was it that she called them, again? I can’t be bothered to look it up, let’s see if I can remember…

Empathists? Philanthropists? Something like that.

EDIT: altruists!

He’s still got a valid point. In songs and in some ads, they even show up.
Add cellphone ringtones to that list, the list of “whoever thought this was a clever idea is an idiot” ideas.

Oh will you look at that?

People are
talking about,
talking about,
talking about.

Some people even say!

Are you collapsing the wave function again?
I keep telling you that when you high af, you are one step closer towards becoming an observer, you see what I’m saying? If you weren’t high af you wouldn’t even be looking at it, or looking for it.

Stop collapsing the wave function, dammit! Some of us are trying to sleep over here!

General Kenobi!

Hey, you keep your dirty government hands off my Medicare, you hear?

I feel like there’s a bunch of parallel narratives to be unwoven here, and I’m hearing many of them at the same time.
My compliments to the meme chef.

companes

Let’s be briends.

EDIT: breands

Now THIS is art of a very high caliber, indeed!
It was just a public visual detail that elicited a stupid response from the very stupid people, and probably some delight from the rest of the population.

If I was one of the chief stassi goons in town, my response would have been “counter-intelligence art” or “counter-art”, painting MORE stones purple and even other colors, so that whatever secret message the original ones were conveying would be confused, drowned out.

I’m back…! …from my stint in the padded room. Anyway, how’s everyone doin’?

Instead of remaining parallel as we move through space in the arrow of time, we get closer to other mass because our paths bend, our clocks running at slightly different beats.

Time-bending is mind-bending stuff, man.