It's 3:30 Am, I Am Awake, I Don't Usually Wish For Silly Stuff, But Just This Once I Wish For Shorter,

For some reason the versions of this where he gives two salutes is being deleted and replaced with a version with a quick cut to a cheering crowd so I’ll just share it here 🙃

Welcome home vinyl restoration

Ok so, in the merchandise page there is this horribly damaged vinyl that plays in a video, and I thought there was probably something behind it and so i tried restoring it and i got to this point.

My guess to what this says is:

<unkown person, perhaps Alex> :"Someone's there [humming in tune] on a summer's day!"

[moment of pause]

<unkown person 2> :"Alex (?) numbers (?) are falling DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!"

<sounds like Julie here> :"Oh jeez! I'm gonna fetch the tomatoes" [kinda out of place but that's what it sounds and we know Frank and Julie were growing tomatoes in the yard, so something with that?]

If we follow the numbers given on the page these vinyls are from 1970 to 1972, and we are assuming by what is said in the main page welcome home was pulled from television in 1974, so perhaps the "numbers are falling down" is referring to the show loosing viewers?

This is the original audio i managed to get, inc ase you wanna try your hand at recovering it too.

Sorry if both these audios are kinda weird I did them in VLC media player.

Another interesting thing about this audio is the spectrogram, which has some weird artifacts

Now some of these are normal, for example:

^ This bands are where the character's voices are, and all the different stripes one over the other are the notes at which they talk or sing at and their resonant frequencies.

This on the other hand is the part between 20khz and 5khz, which is mainly static and a weird non repeating humming. This makes me think that these weird signs actually mean something, maybe morse, or maybe something else completely.

I invite you to try download the audio and look at the spectrogram yourself, to try and see what you get.

Also tell me what you hear in the restored audio! who know maybe you have better ideas than mine.

Until next time, don't forget to wave up high!

Where I am from this is actually preatty normal behaviour

can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]

Amazing

"The oppression of the weak. Murder and pillage unchecked. A waking nightmare, made by men. But this time, I'm a woman grown. And though the suffering cannot be undone, I can still mete out justice. Justice to the oppressors. Let the scars I carve remind them: I, am Nepheli Loux... Warrior."

I don't usually do this. I don't like just having a piece of me on the internet. But I need to just let this out.

Tonight is hard, I can't sleep, I've been crying nonstop for two hours. I'm not sure what triggered it, maybe this silly song that's stuck in my head. "Bug, bug, little mister bug! / If only you were bigger, I could really use a hug!". The moment I got in bed, sections of my childhood came back, not good ones. How I would spend every recess alone playing with bugs and ants, because every other kid didn't want anything to do with me. I was too weird. The way they would beat me, they never left me alone, the teachers never did anything. I would feed the ants pieces of my lunch, enjoy looking at their neat little rows, tried saying hi to all the ones that came over.

I really wasn't a bad or problematic kid, I still wonder how the fuck the adults in my life got that impression. I got max grades in everything, loved learning, never bothered everyone. I would just have crying fits because school was unbearable or tantrums for honestly justified reasons. I was distressed. Anyone would be in my position.

At home it wasn't any better, constant screaming, hurting me, fighting, lectures about how to be a better kid. It was hell, I barely got moments of peace. When I did I would look at the stars, dreaming about a future in which it was all better. In which I was not beat or sexually assaulted on the regular, in which I had a safe person, or just a future were I was happy.

I wish I could be there for me, help me, love me, cup my chubby little face, and say, "You are good! You are doing great! You're the best kid anyone could ask for! There is nothing wrong with you!". Go eat ice cream together.

I wanna be a mom. For a vey egoistic reason though. I wanna love something with all myself, I wanna pour every inch of my being into building a beautiful life for them, no matter what. I wanna sing my silly little songs to a small little human, hear them cry until my ears wish to bleed, console them, help them, never make them doubt how much I love them. Wake up early just to check on them sleeping. Tell them how beautiful they are, how they can achieve anything, how they will always be loved.

Maybe one day, for now they are just in my imagination. Goodnight.

i love being a girl

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