#truth box

[burtmacklinreynolds]

Is it me or was the truth box the same voice as Merasmus from Team Fortress 2

[techtasters]

53rd New York Film Festival - Truth Box

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Read more about my NYFF Convergence 2015 experience!

“The Truth Box is a traveling story booth that invites participants to share, on-camera, the truth about a lie they have told. Excerpts and stories recorded in The TRUTH BOX will be shared on the project website, social media platforms and be used for educational purposes.”- http://thedishonestyproject.com/truthbox/

Immersive Storytelling Goes Global: A Live StoryCode Dispatch

[saygoodnightgraci-blog]

People get so fired up about anons but does anyone remember the truth box widget for MySpace fucking shit got real on there back then

[gauchomarks]

Lost UCSB Confessions

UCSB Confessions, the Internet truth-box that has taken Isla Vista by storm, has grown exponentially over the past few weeks to the point where their servers simply cannot process all of the juicy submissions. In a rare display of compassion, we at Gaucho Marks have offered to take some of the confessions off of their hands and publish them on our page. Here are some of our favorites. -I grew up in the rural parts of Oklahoma almost exclusively eating food hunted by either my father or myself. Coming to UCSB and eating at the Dining Commons for a year made me homesick (and literally sick, sometimes) and now, living in Isla Vista, I will sometimes catch, clean, and cook wild raccoons, skunks, and squirrels, just to quell my occasional cravings for wild flesh. -I am a Chinese foreign exchange student living in a house full of white dudes. I speak perfect English, but pretend to be extremely FOB and maladjusted to American life because I hate everybody around me. -I fucked the pirate. -I use honey in most of my cooking, despite the fact that it is an animal product. I am the worst vegan ever. -I once used mayonnaise as lubricant in sex, but I didn’t properly clean out my vagina afterwards. Now I have maggots in my urethra. -I recently took my dog to the vet and she tested positive for cocaine and THC. Her intervention is tomorrow. -I am a Phd student hiding out in a fraternity as part of research for my dissertation on homoeroticism in testosterone-rich environments. -My girlfriend and I greatly enjoy daddy-daughter role playing. -I write for the Opinion section of the Daily Nexus. -I play the Storke Tower bells at seven in the morning because your hatred of me is the only thing that truly confirms my existence. -I am the shark that attacked that kid a couple of years ago. -I brought chlamydia to Isla Vista in the 80’s. Also, those of you in my Applied Psychology class should stop reading this page and study for your midterm.

[raespaperboats]

I miss myspace. I miss learning html just to make your bulletin posts seem more interesting - where you could make the text ridiculously small or invisible, sharing secrets that you thought no one would ever bother to read. I miss Truth Box, and wondering who your secret admirer really was or picturing how often they visited your page. Whether they meant what they said, and if they'll ever actually confess that it was them. I miss the top 8, and how vital it was to choose your top 4: like when you and your best friend would promise you'd be each others top 1's. I miss owning peoples pictures, and having other people want to own mine. It made commenting friendly, supportive. It made me feel like people were proud to be my friend. I miss wall posts: a place where your friends could just drop by to tell you they were thinking of you. Showing the world that they loved you, or cheering you up when they'd actually found the hidden message you left in your bulletin post. I miss myspace. Why do all these good things have to end?

[fundamental-monodrama-blog]

Niagara Kates Kopfdialoge

Grüner Schwan an weiße Ente. Ein Stereodrama am WalkieTalkie#21 

 …krchkrchkrch… Weiße Ente bitte kommen…knister… I hear you, Grüner Schwan… rauschschsch… Ich bin wieder da… chichichch… Wo warst du denn?…. kchkhckch… Im Archiv, wegen dem Zwischenstand.… knisterkrchk… Des Zwischenstands. Und? ... chhhh 17 : 5 …chchch… Das holt Marx dieses Jahr nicht mehr auf. Gandhi rulez ma sagen.…chchch Ja. Und weiß du schon das Neuste?….fchfchfch Nö. ….raschel… Niagara Kate wird heute beichten. …fschfschsfhhhh…Was? …knister Ja, in der Truth Box. Hat die Regisseurin gesagt. … raschelraschel…Komm, nix wie hin, wir nehmen ihr die Beichte ab. … ssssschch… Genau. ... hüstel... Verlorenes Schaf, was hast du uns zu sagen?.  krkkkrkrk…Das macht dann 73 Vater Unsers.… rausch Unser. Ohne S. chchch.. Und tausend Ave Mariasse …. chchchch… Hehe. Und drölfmillionen Rosenkränze….. Komm wir malen uns einen Bart an …fchfchfch Warum das denn? sssshhhhhhh.... Keine Ahnung. INKOMA MEIRI MÖGAR ... Wir sehen uns in der Truth Box chchchchch Roger. Over. And. Out. ....fauch.... Ach, Grüner Schwan?... chchchc.... Ja?... BONJOUR. hehe... Du Penner, echt jetzt.... knackknack

[fundamental-monodrama-blog]

Niagara Kates Kopfdialoge

Grüner Schwan an weiße Ente. Ein Stereodrama am WalkieTalkie#19 

 …krchkrchkrch… Heilige Mutter Gottes, ich habe gesündigt…knister… I hear you, Weiße Ente, ich meine, mein verlorenes Schaf. Bist du bereit zu beichten?… rauschschsch… Ja klar, heilige Mutter. Hehe. … chichichch…Nun?…. kchkhckch… Hähähähäm. Ich habe vergessen mit Patrick Corillon ein Interview zu machen … knisterkrchk… Und? ...chhhh Was und? chchch… Das ist doch keine rechte Beichte …chchch Wohl ist es das.…. Wohl ist es das, heilige Mutter, heißt das.…fschfschsfhhhh…Sachma …rauschknister Befreie deine Seele von dem Ballast, der wirklich schwer ist, mein verlorenes Schäfchen, und verschwende gefälligst nicht meine Zeit. Ich muss nämlich Interviews machen… raschelraschel…Nicht deine Zeit verschwenden du Penner?… ssssschch…Einmal Penner macht fünf Rosenkränze... rausch Du kannst mich mal am Arsch lecken mit deinem HeiligeMutterRosenkranzgedöns  krkkkrkrk… Das macht dann nochmal 3 Vaterunsers...  Du kannst ja nicht mal Vater Unser deklinieren… rausch Ein Vater Unser. Zwei Vater Unsers. Des Vater Unsers. Vom Vater Unser her.   …Viel Spaß noch in der Truth Box, ich hau ab. chchch.. Roger. Over. And. Out.  …knackkack

[fundamental-monodrama-blog]

Eilmeldung

Zwei unbekannte Frauen kaperten gestern in der Bananenfabrik die Truth Box von Meriam Bousselmi und nahmen sich gegenseitig die Beichte ab. Die Installation funktioniert! Bravo!