After digging through layers and layers of school, uni, and god-knows what else papers (due to the "I want your room, get out of my house"-esque cleanings that also caused me to catch diseases which have died out completely on the rest of the planet), I found several "gems" of interest. As for the kind of interest, I'd say that most of it was perverse curiosity about what kind of shite ends up in my work books. Let's just say that the end products sometimes need to be seen to be believed...

Here we see a historical record of a stand in substitute science teacher, known as "Hargraves". This ineffectual mentor has been immortalised for the ages, as was his effect upon those classes he oversaw. Mister Hargraves, we shall never forget you.
From here, we venture into a world more terrifying and unknowable than the great old cold one, C'thulhu: It's the remains of a Year 9 diary. This ancient tomb contains arcane and forbidden knowledge, and has been foolishly reproduced below.

Tremble in fear at the true face of Craig David, an RnB artist lost to time, we also need to heed the dire warnings of eggs & fruit.

The universally recognised Skull and Crossbones here serves as a warning to all who would venture into these waters, with the dainty hat as a potential homage to the village green preservation society, as they are the true face of evil. If we can draw our gaze away from the visual warning, and ponder the text on this page. The apparently life affirming farming motto should be presented to parliment as a way to revitalise the agriculture community through a school apprenticeship program. Or perhaps Villain Van Gobble is the real answer.

Here is a brightly coloured page, which warns potential predators of its' extreme poisonous nature. Even through digitisation, the maximum viewing time should not exceed 0.5 seconds, as this is the time required to reach your yearly acceptable dosage of Fluro Texta. We should at least be thankful that a protective flap has been installed to shield our eyes from the scene most profane. The cave-painting like scrawling tells of an epic battle between history teacher and her students (and her car keys), and let the word go out:
Those who forget history are doomed to be hit in the face with sharp metal objects.

The overall message of this page is mixed. Perhaps the true nature of this page is to simply be penultimate in a terrible story. Or it could simply be about heavily armed seals.

It appears that the former assumption on the former image was the correct one. As for the moral of this tale, it appears that we will have to settle with "
EH?". Of interest to the reader on this particular page is not the inclusion of the paranoia, but the mention of the now published MacDeath. I wasn't lying when I said it was 7 years in the making, now was I?

Here we see a tale of a great deception, and battle. A costume party, of man in elaborate baking cloth versus Wangi Rat. We also see a stirring critique of the impact that over analysis of literature can have on malleable young minds, viz: "
English Blows Donkeys".

Here, we see the recording of an event that shaped the Western Hemisphere like no other. Unfortunately, we will have to settle for this "on site" recording of September
1211, complete with crude reproduction, without fear of censorship. Also, advice for the younger generation about the potential damage to the bulbourethral glands, the spermatic plexus, and the paminiform plexus, especially when encountering several vibrations and shock. A warning to the cermastic muscle, and those who would disregard its importance.

In this piece, we see the culmination of 9 months of a school year. The messenger appears to us in a technicoloured vision. He is a man of remarkable physique and stature, towering above the pettiness of trivial matters such as Sport and Education, but instead represents an übermensch of sorts, a higher form of human, a goal for humanity to strive for, after the rejection of slave-master morality. Further evidence in support of this hypothesis are the words present above this icon, which empower the reader to break free from his cage (Microsoft Excel Spreadsheets) to his ultimate freedom (some sort of 3D game hidden in the code which bloats out the software by a few megs).
Thus Spoke Zarathustra!
After reaching an epiphany in the previous entry, we may fast-forward 5 years. Here we see a page which may be familiar to some more astute readers. While not as inspirational as some of the earlier works, it still holds merit. Would we not be lost, for instance, without the terrible result of combining our avian ally with gluten-based foodstuffs? I seriously doubt our world would be in it's current state without this knowledge. We also see reference to the return of Batman, but how powerful an effect this will have on future generations is yet to be seen. This brings us to the final page in our Diary series...

Present on these pages is, perhaps, one of the finest, biting social commentaries on the Harry Potter phenomenon known to the world. Simply titled "QUIDDICH", it demonstrates how with simple substitution of hair colour, hats, and a few textas, any 3 males and accompanying lady can recreate any of the 7 Harry Potter books in an effective manner. When you are reading these tales to your grandchildren, remember this addendum, as it will enrich your family for generations. Or, potentially, the dangers of being a journalist.
Speaking of dangers, prepare thyselves for one of the most shocking images ever placed upon this blog. We are proud to present a collage of margins from a text entitled "Digital Comms". Many researchers died to bring us this, let their sacrifice not be in vain.

On such a terrible note, I must leave you, as the hour draws late. I prey that such terrible revelations do not keep you from dreams most rancid.
Your Friendly Neighborhood Fratosaur,
Boog Division.