Monday, August 8, 2011

At the Observatory

Nobody showed up. I waited all night. I waited and waited and nobody showed up. I stayed home from work and sat outside my door and felt anger. Anger at myself, anger at the Jester, anger at the world for allowing this to happen.

And now I'll show you what I found at the Griffith Observatory. Now I will finally give in and show it all to you.

This Griffith Observatory in all it's splendor.

So yeah. I went there. It was...actually pretty nice. I forgot for a few moments that I was there to find a clue about where my brother was being held against his will (maybe that was why I was so angry at myself - I forgot for a moment, for a moment I was a kid again, seeing all the wonders of the stars).

A Foucault Pendulum. Fun.

But then I remembered why I was there. So I wandered around the place, looking at each and every place where the clue could possibly be. And then I climbed upwards. Up the stairs. To the top of the Observatory.

And there it was.

Beneath one of those viewers.

I held it up and looked at it and then turned it around.


And then I opened it.

It's gibberish. Complete and total gibberish.

I'm sorry. I can't decipher anything. I can't decode anything. I'm useless. All I can do is find gibberish clues and wait for nobody.



  1. you are not useless i will hlpe you i have a frend willing to hlpe you 2

  2. Using Caesar shifts for each consecutive word (for the most part), I obtained this:

    We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert xhen (sic) the drues (sic) began to take iold (sic).

    I preserved the typos. Hunter S. Thompson wrote this. "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas".

  3. So I'm going to Las Vegas?


  4. All expenses paid, at least.