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2014-11-03 17:51:35 (UTC)

Welcome To Night Vale - Episode 10


4:52 PM

Sometimes, I imagine my life is a TV show and every show has a couple special episodes so BAM. That is what is happening today.

Alright, so, Welcome To Night Vale would be my favorite show IF it were a show. It's a podcast. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. It's my favorite thing because it's bizarre and I usually describe it as a cross between Prairie Home Companion and The Twilight Zone.

It's not all that easy to listen to a podcast. I didn't know how to do it until my sister showed me and I needed to get a certain app because the iTunes one is shitty. My point is, a lot of people don't have the opportunity to experience this show in all it's glory so I'm going to post the transcript here. Obviously, you'll be kind of missing out on Cecil Baldwin's beautiful voice (IT'S MY FAVORITE VOICE I'VE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING TO CALM AND AMAZING) but you can still read the greatness that is Welcome To Night Vale.

DISCLAIMER: Um... This transcript belongs to the creators of WTNV, Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor. Y'all are awesome and weird, which is a wonderful combination. Please don't assassinate me for posting this, I just think it's too amazing to not share.

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*Radio host, Cecil Palmer, begins to speak*

Regret nothing, until it is too late. Then regret everything.

*Theme song plays*

Welcome to Night Vale.
Our top story today:

A roving pack of feral dogs has been terrorizing Night Vale for the past several hours. The dogs have been described as mostly mutts, possibly pit bull mixes. Witnesses say their apparent leader is the three-headed one wearing dozens of decorative service medals and chevrons.

Sheriff’s Secret Police confirmed that the dog pack has already attacked a group of elementary school children this morning, around eight, as they were getting on the bus. Injuries were minor, as the children protected themselves ably with their school-issued nerve gas canisters and automatic pistols.

The dogs’ motives are not yet known, although authorities believe it could be meth and/or gang related. More on this story as it develops.


This Friday afternoon, the Parks Department will be spraying pesticide in all public park areas, and in neighborhoods with dense foliage and predominantly Irish heritage.

Night Vale is making a strong effort to reduce the mosquito population, and the dangerous diseases that they carry. Last year, mosquitoes were responsible for outbreaks of West Nile, influenza, panache, elephantitis, and Fanny Brice Approximation Syndrome.

Please stay indoors from 1:00 PM Friday until 10:00 PM Saturday to avoid dermal contact with the pesticide — which has been known to cause skin abrasions, epilepsy, super epilepsy, and organ inversion. The Parks Department also notes that the pesticide has a half-life of 2,100 years, which means we’ll be safe from those annoying mosquitoes for a long time.

We just received word from Wayne Tyler, Assistant Shift Manager at the new Pinkberry, that the pack of feral dogs was seen this morning rooting around in the dumpsters behind the library. They made off with some discarded Chinese take-out containers, a rusty futon frame, and two homeless men — likely to become henchpeople to the wild dogs. If you are near the library, be warned that these dogs are dangerous.

Also, be warned that penalties for overdue books have skyrocketed to fifty cents per day and, after thirty days, jaw mutilation.

The Night Vale Medical Board has issued a new study indicating that you have a spider somewhere on your body at all times, but especially now. The study said that further research would be needed to determine exactly where on your body the spider is, and what its intentions are. Only that it is definitely there, and that it is statistically likely to be one of the really ugly ones.

Let’s go now to Community Health Tips.

Listeners: Are you suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome?
Are you enjoying carpal tunnel syndrome?
Are you surprised by carpal tunnel syndrome?
Are you enraged by carpal tunnel syndrome?
Do you feel a throbbing sadness that you almost cannot stand from carpal tunnel syndrome? Do you feel a bounty of love and appreciation for your fellow human beings traveling through this confusing and finite lifetime with you from carpal tunnel syndrome?
Do you get sexually aroused by carpal tunnel syndrome?

That would be weird.

Not to be judgmental, but…it would be weird.

This has been Community Health Tips.

Listeners, we’ve just learned that the drawbridge construction site has been hit by graffiti vandals. The sheriff’s Secret Police suspect the feral dog pack to be responsible for the giant spray-painted lettering along the bridge scaffolding that reads:

GOLD STANDARD IS OUR STANDARD

and

READ YOUR CONSTITUTION

There was also a very elaborately painted portrait of Alexander Hamilton wearing Groucho Marx nose glasses, with a caption that reads:

FEDERALIST PAPERS

…but where FEDERALIST is crossed out, and TOILET is written in red.

Actually, you should see this. It’s truly stunning. All that with spray paint — I’m impressed! These guys are really good artists!

Nevertheless, these dogs are possibly armed, and possibly rabid. They are definitely Libertarian street artists, and that has police and city officials working double-time to solve this problem.

If you have any tips that could lead to the capture of this roving band of dogs, please, keep them to yourself.

We’ve also received word that they have tapped your phone and computers, so best not leave the house or talk loudly.

Let’s have a look at the Community Calendar.

This Sunday afternoon, the Night Vale Fire Department will be holding its Bi-Weekly Fire Person Appreciation Parade. All of the town’s firefighters will be riding through Main Street on their bright red engines, which will be turned into floats depicting some of the greatest fires in Night Vale’s history.

One of my personal favorites is the 1983 Earthquake Dust Fire, when tremor-initiated fires became so intense that the airborne sand burst into deadly flames. Nearly the entire city population was lost, and the FDNV does a fantastic job capturing the drama with streamers and paper mache.

The Fire Department would like to remind Night Vale citizens that the parade is free, and to check your coffee makers and gas stoves before you leave home, because they will not fight any fires while the parade is happening.

On Monday, the staff of Dark Owl Records will be wearing sweater vests.

Tuesday night is the Boy Scouts’ Court of Honor. The BSA will name its first-ever Blood-Pact Scouts — the rank just above Eagle Scout. So far, no scout has attained the coveted position of Eternal Scout, but we have heard that two local boys, Franklin Wilson and Barton Donovan, have earned the Invisibility Badge, which is a prerequisite for the rank. Well done, Frank and Barty.

Wednesday afternoon is the City-Wide Fitness Fair at the Rec Center. Last year’s event was canceled, as it was held on the same day and at the same time as the Fried Chicken and Cigarette Fair.

This year’s event, however, promises to be a huge success, as they have secured a large corporate sponsorship from The Intelligence Group International — who will provide free prostate screenings, mammograms, and surgically-embedded government monitoring devices.

Thursday morning, the National Weather Service and National Security Agency have scheduled a giant sandstorm.

Friday is an oasis. Only a metaphor for something unattainable. A haunting dream of meaning for our lives, but don’t look! Turn your head. Your life is here. Stay here. You are alone. You are so peacefully alone. That’s it. Yes.
*low, creepy voice*
Goooood.

*voice returns to normal*

We’ve contacted the Night Vale Zoo, hoping to find out more information on how dogs behave in packs. Perhaps these skilled animal experts could give us some insight into how to catch these dogs, or at least understand them.

Night Vale Zoo Director Emily Munton told us that all animals prefer tiny cages and scheduled food pellet consumption, and that it didn’t make sense that any animals would want to wander freely about town. She added a high-pitched roar, followed by a watery gurgling sound, and then our conversation was ended by repeated, cloudless thunderclaps.

A reminder to anyone looking for fun on a budget today in Night Vale: it’s free admission day at the Night Vale Museum of Forbidden Technologies.

As always, the museum features many fascinating permanent exhibits, including the cheap, pollution-free source of energy created by Nikola Tesla, multiple time machines (some of them not yet invented), and pocket calculators (which were outlawed by the City Council 22 years ago for undisclosed reasons).

Along with that, there is a temporary exhibit demonstrating the many exciting and extremely dangerous uses for lasers.

Be sure to splurge on the guidebook at the Museum Store, as the exhibits themselves are entirely shrouded with thick burlap at all times, and all explanatory plaques have been blacked out with permanent marker.

The Museum of Forbidden Technologies. If you don’t know about it, we may or may not have it!

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The phone is still ringing. Ha ha ha ha ha! How silly to think you didn’t own a phone. It rings again. You smile, and shrug, and answer the ringing phone. It is still dark.

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"They are waiting for you," a whispery, gender-indeterminate voice tells you. "It is your time," it says.

You turn on the light. You laugh again, wondering why it took you so long to turn on the light. “Gosh, it was dark!” you think.

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This just in: two more schoolchildren were attacked by the wild dogs this morning near the playground at Night Vale Elementary School. One of the boys was taken to Night Vale General with treatable leg injuries.

The other boy, we understand, was unharmed, because he was a better boy, and more loved by the Angels.

We’ve also received confirmation that a handful of mangy curs broke into the Senior Center, stole their televisions, and made the internet stop working.

This has gotten out of hand, ladies and gentlemen. We simply cannot live in fear for our safety because of wild dogs. Allow me a brief editorial here, if you would:

First off, please, have your pets fixed. It’s an inexpensive and quick process. You can take your dog or cat to the Night Vale SPCA, to your local veterinarian, or to Big Rico’s Pizza. Rico studies taxidermy as a hobby, so he’s happy to help out in whatever way he can.

Second, many of these dog packs are formed by dogs that are not raised to be loved, but bred to fight. Trainers are teaching these dogs everything from jujitsu to kickboxing to knife work. This is simply unacceptable. Dog fighting is illegal, cruel to animals, and a danger to society when these dogs are untethered.

But we are a strong, united community here in Night Vale. We must stand up to violence!

Our town was founded by peace-loving imperialist conquerors who, to escape taxation, overwhelmed a potentially violent race of indigenous people and founded this beautiful city on principles of family, fortitude, fence-building, and friendly propaganda.

Let’s not forget our long-standing town motto: "We have nothing to fear except ourselves. We are unholy, awful people. Fear ourselves with silence. Look down, Night Vale; look down, and forget what you’ve done!"

That is the motto of a determined, unified community.

And now... the weather!

[Quick note: "the weather" is Welcome To Night Vale's way of saying, "get ready for four minutes of strangely awesome music, woot woot" I don't quite like this song but it's still really good]
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"I Know This" by Rachel Kann

I know this.
This I know.
All that I have,
All that is me,
Resides inside my poetry.
Every time I write a rhyme it might be the line that sets minds free.
And also I know that
I don't know shit.
And the more I know,
The more I realize it.
I know that for all of the pain I've cried
There's the exact same balance of joy
On the other side of that coin,
Joined with the thinnest slip of membrane.
Same goes for crazy and sane,
Truth and lie,
Answer and why,
Because I know this.
This universe operates with a divine tug of war,
Teeter totter, bringing order and balance like the tide does to water;
Like I know that each wave rolls back to the sea,
Retreating from me into deep green eternity,
And I know that I am free -
Well, at least in my mind if i wanna be.
I know that some things sound good to me in theory,
But in point of fact suck ass in actual practice
Like communism,
And pornography.
I know that it's impossible to really know where anyone is coming from,
So who are we to judge 'em?
I know that some things are so dope they transcend their category
And it's important to see the glory in the ordinary.
Like, I know there's Nag Champa and there's all other incense.
I can't see putting earl gray against any other tea.
Lash Out? It's not even on the same plane as other mascaras comparatively and
i know that there's R&B
And then there's Otis Redding
I know that most things are greater than the sums of their parts
And that's the real definition of art.
Like brownies are good and so is whipped cream
But you put 'em together and it's this whole fucking chemical other thing like
Lennon and McCartney singing harmony, like
Masturbating as compared to an orgy
I know that everything within this surface glimpse of reality is infinitely simple and perfectly complicated
I know that being dated and over it
Is way overrated.
And that the colors of this world
Only seem faded in direct relation to the darkness with which your mind's eye is shaded,
And you made it that way.
And you can choose to change your vision's prismic range today.
And I know that you gotta help a friend who's down,
And I know that no matter where you end up
You're still from your home town.
And I know that you gotta know how to listen to the sound of your own heart beat in the dead quiet of night sometimes,
And I know that can be so frightening but
I also know that the deepest darkness is always the most enlightening,
And I know that fresh cold cantaloupe tastes like the perfect first kiss,
And I know that Lao Tsu and Moses and Mohammed and Buddha and Jesus and all those dudes knew some deep-ass shit,
But I also know that we all hold the worlds eternal truths in our heart's deepest pit.
It's because I know that we are made up of the
Same stuff as the
Sun and the moon and the farthest stars and
All that we are is manifest energy and that
We already have everything that we could ever need
If we could just begin to see clearly
And I know that the world will continue to spin
And I know that the world will continue to spin
And I know that one day,
You will let me in.
And we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
And we will laugh at the fact that we ever resisted this blissful togetherness.
And the sex?
Well, it'll be off the charts.
'Cause we'll both be
Super freaky
But we'll be fucking
From the heart.
'Cause our loving will be something where the
Whole is much greater than the sum of the parts
'Cause were artists after all,
So what else would fate have us make besides art?
And I know that outside of this space time frame we are one and the same
We're a part, not apart
So I know that I can wait patiently for it to start
And far out I may seem to be and
Maybe you may see me as wacky but baby,
The fact be that I am a poet
And like all true poets do I'm
Mainlining the spiraling spherical truth of the universe,
Turning it out and
Into lyrical wholeness,
And I know this.
And I know this.
This I know.
This I know.
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Ladies and gentlemen, good news! Mayor Pamela Winchell called a press conference moments ago, declaring an end to our dog pack terror.

The mayor announced that the dogs were not actually dogs, just some plastic bags caught in the breeze that people mistook for wild dogs.

"There are no wild dogs in Night Vale," she said. "And if there were, they’d be sweet little dogs with big, meaningless eyes and tongues like flypaper!"

The plastic bags, meanwhile, have been safely returned to the Dog Park from whence they came, and which is to remain unknowable and unremembered.

Journalists asked about the injuries and aftermath of this morning’s dog pack related crimes; the mayor responded with a hollow stare. She promptly shook the podium off its base and whispered through gritted teeth, “Plastic bags. Plastic bags.”

The Sheriff’s Secret Police then ethically kettled the pool of reporters, gently coercing them with pepper spray. Most were taken away peacefully in handcuffs and black hoods.

Thank goodness it was all a misunderstanding!

Dear listeners, I don’t want to say I told you so, but wasn’t I right when I said we were a determined, resilient little town? In the face of wild beasts, we did not crumble, we did not back down. We stood eye to eye with violence, and it blinked first. Stand proud, Night Vale!

Be afraid on the inside, of course — you are, after all, your own downfall — but stand proud against those predators that would harm your family.

And, that is our show! Thank you for listening, listeners!

Stay tuned next for the popular advice program Dr. Brandon. This week, Dr. Brandon offers a step-by-step on how to remove your own appendix without surgery.

The sky tonight is a soft, quivering green. The wind is calm, but prepared. Get your sleep, Night Vale, and don’t forget to dream.

Goodnight.
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*show ends and a woman's voice gives updates on Commonplace Books website and all that stuff*

Today’s proverb: Eating meat is a difficult moral decision, because it’s stolen, that meat. You should apologize.


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