Okay, so when I go to practices for the musical we would be in the music room practicing the songs and up on a chalk board there was written "la be da me ni po tu", which is is a vocal warm-up of some kind. It is pronounced "lah bay dah may nee poe too", however I always said it "lah bee dah mee nee poe too". Ever since I saw it I had an inkering (is that even a word...?) that there was some message hidden within that "vocal warm-up". So today, in my sleep-deprived hyper-activity decided to break it down by progressively trying to say it quickly piece by piece. So it would be: "La" ... "Labe" (lah•bee) ... "Labeda" (lah•bee•dah) ... "Labedame" (lah•bee•dah•mee) -- ... and that is where the first message came to me. Labedame (lah•bee•dah•mee) was code for "labotomy". So the plot thickens...
So I continued my investigation starting with "ni": ... "nipotu" (nee•poe•too) ... "ni" ... "nipo" (nee•poe) --
... and the second piece of the puzzle was put into place. "Nipo," I said to myself, and as perverted as this may be there was only one thing it could be... "nipple". *dramatic suspense music*
The next one was easy: "tu", French for "you". So when put all together I had "Labotomy nipple you". Now that did not make much sense, so I looked a bit further and found the secret.
Labedamenipotu is a code meant to be translated left to right, and then interpreted right to left.
"You nipple labotomy."
And, ladies and gentlemen, this was in a Catholic school. One of the most bizarre insults ever to be broken in code in a rather unlikely place.
I weep for the future.
A few posts ago I mentioned driving around my neighborhood with my friend Natalie, however, I forgot to speak of one of the most frightening experiences of my life.
We were driving around in my neighborhood in an area I was not all too familiar with, but I knew how to get to my house from where we were; it was just... different. No, given, this neighborhood is kind of old. None of the houses are all nice and pretty looking, but are more just under par; poor without being "slummy". Brick buildings, simple and small houses, random streets that do not cut through all the way, brick streets, dirt/gravel streets... the works.
So we had been driving around in this neighborhood for a while and were very aware and used to its look and feel, but nothing could have prepared us for what came next.
With a few aimless turns we found ourselves in a small, isosceles triangle-shaped cove type area where the houses were identical and look rather new. The road through there (which just followed the triangle back out of that area) was level and not even all that dirty looking, and even though we had Marilyn Manson playing it seemed as though all we could hear was the dead silence of that area.
Initially, my friend Natalie and I were just like, "Whoa, what is this place?" but then we just got this really dark and malevolent vibe.
It was like something you would expect in a classic horror movie. You would just be waiting for Jason or Michael Meyers to step out of one of the houses with a cold stare straight into your frightened heart, or even believe that you have fallen asleep and are in a dreamworld were Freddy is going to come out of the blue and take you in your sleep.
Needless to say, we were out of their pretty quick. I would say we were in there for all of about 10 seconds at most. Honstly, that is just 9.9 seconds too long for me.
