Sunday, March 16, 2008

Sounds Like Rain

I enjoy rain, but I also enjoy sounds like rain. a really old hard drive spinning up and clacking softly, for example.

I so my one-a-day thing fell apart pretty fast. I really do have a lot to talk about, but the main thing is that I've really overloaded my plate. too much to do and not enough time to do it means I only get to write at 4 am. so instead of forcing a new post, I'll just put up my latest work. Please enjoy.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Too Soon to default to the day's news...

...but I'll probably do it anyway.

Um... um... why don't you tell me about your day?

Ok, so on the for-realsies tip, I have a lot of things I want to talk about, but no time. I'll come back later and update when I'm finished with my day's doings, and also when I'm more drunk. Please to check back.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Repost: The One-a-day promise

Hello, society of friends. Welcome! If you're not a Quaker, you're also welcome (only less so). Here is a repost from my Blog on Myspace... sadly, it gets a lot more traffic than Epistles. At any rate, voila le reposte:



Wow, that has a nice ring to it [The title was also "The one-a-day promise". This will be my last interjection]. I should write ad copy:

Let's face it: your anal cavity is like a painful boiling cauldron of lava. Under these conditions, even the toughest industrial grade analgesic suppositories disolve quickly and easily, and require two, three, even four applications in one day. But who has time for that? You're a busy person with a busy intestinal lining. Smingers' Analgesic Suppositories is guaranteed to be the only suppository on the market that lasts the whole day. Smingers' brand can take the heat... so you can get on with your life. Say goodbye once-- and for all-- to anal discomfort with Smingers': That's the one-a-day promise.

Sometimes I surprise myself.
Sadly, I have nothing so pleasant as pills that go in your butt. What have comes out of butts: more talking. As in talking out of my butt. Hm... probably should have worked on that one.
In any case, here's the real promise: I promise to post at least one blog post per day for the next month. Super duper pinky swear. That's not all: at least once, I'll post a piece of original artwork by me, and I'll try to include at least one complete work of fiction, one film review, one uncomfortably candid intimation of personal details, one news analysis (that one's easy), and one of something which I haven't decided on. Hopefully I'll have time to end with some fireworks.

Here's the catch: I won't be doing it here. I'll be doing it on my "legitimate" blog, Epistlesatdawn.com.
There are a lot of reason I want to do this, but I think if I get into them, I'll lose some of my steam. Steam is a precious resource, as is punk, which is why they're so kick-ass together. Hopefully I still have some of both. I suppose we'll see, won't we?


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I hope you all... no, that ain't right... I hope both of you appreciate the wonderful layer-cake of metatext I baked up. Don't make me spell it out. I'm a shameless self-aggrandizer, don't test me.

If this isn't enough content for you , then consider the following image:






Maddening, wouldn't you say? No? Entertaining? Silly? Funny? Witty? Irreverent? Reverent? I'll take anything. I any case, I've noticed that blogs tend to get more traffic when the readers are more visually stimulated. In a calculated effort to express a fraction of my contempt for... well, everyone, I have chosen to keep this space at least 95% image-free. Now squint in pain at my woefully underworked layout and tiny Draconian fonts.

No more free logos

So I made a logo for a co-worker for free. I'm not sure why agreed to it, but it may have something to do with my prosthetic spine. In any case, I was fairly proud of the work; it's nothing out-of-this world, but it is a nice little idea executed in a way that isn't totally suicide-inducing. It can be seen here.

I probably shouldn't complain that she hasn't posted a blog since December given my spotty record and yes, out-and-out disdain for anyone who would read more than three words written by a hack like me (who am I talking to anyway?), but dammit, I don't want anyone else squandering my efforts! I do a damn fine job of that on my own.