Haunted graveyards, ubiquitous computing style. A company now sells RFID-implanted grave markers.
A horror story naturally follows:
a Nervous Nelly is making his or her way through a graveyard at night. Cue: full moon, owl, ground fog. A branch cracks. Nelly increases speed, heartbeat races, panting increases. A root clutches at Nelly's shoe and he goes over, skidding to a stop in front of a tombstone. The dead rise and speak!
Thanks for the appointment Bryan. Rest assured that I will be wearing my new "minister" hat when scouring the web for relevant artifacts.
http://www.caliqo.com/ebay/hats_masks_gloves/parsons_hat01.jpg
Posted by: Greg | August 15, 2010 at 14:03
Ooooh, nice clothing.
The Infocult clothing line is brooding.
Posted by: Bryan Alexander | August 18, 2010 at 13:34