I think I'm all blogged out. After a long blogging bender, I seem to be out of real, emotion driven topics. Normally, a person would just not blog, but I've developed a taste for it. An addiction, you might say. Things have happened, don't get worried. I think I'm just too stressed to actually be passionate about anything right now. I searched the entire Ontario job listings and found only 2 jobs. It looks like Best Buy or Blockbuster might be an all too real situation. The Ontario Film Archives don't have any openings, but I'm gonna phone anyway. What could be better than being paid to organize movies? (drool)

There was another break-in at my mom's work over the weekend. One of the offices hit on Wednesday was broken into again. Are campus police this retarded? Have a security guard patrol for a few days! Get a video camera and hide it, to find the crook(s). The Metro Police have finally asked to take over, about time. The campus police took a few items for prints today, but it appears the crooks were wearing latex gloves. One of them actually drank a diet coke, while they tore apart an office. The biggest update thus far, is that on the weekend, it seems their main goal was to break into a file cabinet, but failed. How do you fail to break into a file cabinet? They're so fragile. From what I've heard, (I've actually been excited about his now. I've talked to every staff member, and even two officers.) the thief has a Grand Master Key, which opens all the doors. Why do we make keys like this? But there are also marks where they tried to pry a door open with a flathead screwdriver (found that one out myself). From the information I've gathered, it seems like somebody on the inside is doing this.

After the career services office was broken into on Wednesday, the locks were changed on Friday. The only keys available were given to the person who lives in the office and the building manager. Yet they still broke in. The crook might have actually been in the building to hear about the locks being changed, or to actually see them being changed. On a stupid note, the Grand Master can open the new lock as well as the old lock. Why put in a lock somebody can already open? So far, the police are going through the long list of people that have been issued a Grand Master Key (GMK). Every custodian is issued a GMK, but they have to sign-in every morning to obtain a key and must deposit the key in a locked box every night. I know, I've seen the box. The keys couldn't have been taken off a janitor, copied and replaced. In my "I want to be a lockpicker" phase, I found out that if any key is marked with GM, it is illegal to copy without documentation. It is also impossible since janitorial keys are often kept on a welded shut keyring, and no key can be copied if it is still on a ring.

My only assumptions so far are:

• that somebody on the inside is behind this operation
  
• all of the locks in the building are basic 5 note tumbler locks, and anyone can pick them. I've picked my mom's when I locked her keys in the office one day.
  
• There is probably more than one person because not one person could carry all that loot, and two trips were unlikely because papers were strewn about indicating a rush.
  
• They're not complete idiots because they left a box of inactive cell phones and some cashier cheques, most likely because they can be traced through serial numbers.
  
• The money might have been taken on the fly. They might have been after information the entire time, and decided to rough up the offices as a distraction from their real motive. Some of the mess sounds as if it was deliberately made.
  

This is fun and cheaper than a movie.

Upcoming material on The End:
- A Review of The Shawshank Redemption BEWARE! That one will be lengthy!!!
- A Review of Fight Club........Oh mamma!
- My Exploding Foam Factory Story!!!!
- Symptoms of Lunacy to watch for
- Symptoms of a mad film fan

WARNING!! NOT FOR CHILDREN, OR ANYONE WHO HAS A WEAK STOMACH!

On a low note, Kazaa showed it's ugly face today. I am deeply disgusted. I was bored today and decided to look up some internet comedy. I stumble upon a clip entitled "Britney Spears Drunk......and naked." Drunk you say? This ought to be a hoot. The file was half a meg, and took no time to download, but when I opened it, I was greatly mislead. I started the video to discover a picture of a man lying on the ground sobbing, with a military boot pressed to his head, and a machete pointed at his throat. As soon as I realized this was not drunk Britney but a crying man repeating "Please" over and over, the unthinkable happened. The machete was inserted halfway. As my mind tried to calculate what just happened, the feed ended and I found myself looking at a man standing in an orchard. He look tired and was speaking Russian, or Czech, or something. He had that deep, slur of words. He said "I did it with four of my friends..." and went on to list their names. As soon as he finished speaking, the feed cut again, to find that man lying down, handcuffed if looked like, and a man in green camo pants, a black leather vest, a ski mask and a pair of military style boots standing over him. He was holding a hatchet, and after a second of taunting....struck the man on the neck. The feed cut one last time to show the man's corpse lying on the ground, headless. I am not one who throws up, but this was a moment when I wish I was.

I am not sure if this is real. I gathered enough muster to watch the clip a few more times, in hope to discover that it was fake. Sadly, I'm even more convinced now, that I just saw two people murdered. My body tells me it's real, and the facts tell me it's real. This is absolutely disgusting, but what I found to be equally disgusting, was "WHAT SICK INDIVIDUAL KEEPS MATERIAL LIKE THIS IN THEIR SHARED FOLDER TO SHARE WITH THE WORLD?" I deleted the file, the instant I closed my media player. It sickens me knowing, that THAT is out there. Why?......Why?