Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Six years

Maybe we’re the lucky ones
‘Cause we can choose to turn it off
Maybe we’re the lonely ones
‘Cause we decide to shield what’s soft

I’m sure you’ll learn to dance and drink and dream
but you might still feel lost

And I see myself in you my friend
but I would break where you would bend
I’m calling on what you defend and tonight I won’t hold back

- The Loved Ones

Yes folks, it’s the “anniversary post”.  So six years ago there was a little thing on the nets that called itself E/N.  Ostensibly that stood for “Everything and Nothing” but it was more like “Entertainment and News”. I’d link to a history of E/N but they all seem to have gone the way of the internet dinosaurs. Lets just say that this was long before Blogger or Livejournal or god help us Myspace and Friendster.  Many of the “free” webhosts of the day allowed the use of “backend “ CGI programs and some of the geekier netziens saw this as an opportunity for what I like to think of as nano scale self publishing.  They posted things they were interested in or they posted angsty social commentary or quite often some good ‘ol pornography.  There were intersite rivalrries and lots of virtual back patting too.  Some people got way too big and nearly all have faded away. I’ll admit the heydey of this site was 2001-2003 when we had a crew of six voices all adding to the mix.  A concurrent phenomenon known as weblogging eventually pushed the snotty nosed step sibling E/N into the dustbin of the internet.  (Alright not quite all of them but I’m trying to be poetic and serious here, indulge me mmkay?)

In the summer of 2000 I was at a point in my life where I was ending old things and starting new ones.  Six years later and six blocks north I sit here once again typing words into a box on a screen trying to make some sense of the world. Once again, I’m ending old thngs and starting fresh.  Six years, that’s the cycle.  I can see it clearly from a forty four year perspective.  Two months in, and I’ve got nothing but time.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Exes and Ohs

Is it safe to come out?  Hey where’d the bed go?

Oh yeah, I was having some renovations done at palatial Casa Hotmud.  Things seem ...smaller though, and all my furniture is gone.

Damn this place is really empty.  Oh okay there’s a slip of paper over there in the corner.  Whaddaya know it’s Victoria’s Secret receipt.  There’s something scrawled on the back in black finepoint marker.

Heh.  It says:

This little mental image is causing scar tissue to
form at an unbelievable rate as my brain tries to
burn its image from my long term memory banks.

“...of course for the links I’ll probably substitute pictures of a Ron
Jeremy/Nell Carter/Gary Coleman bi-love threesome. “

In my handwriting it then says:

"Eeek, I kinda forgot about that one.

Um, sorry?

Did that sound insincere?

Eh, some days you just feel like Hannibal Lecter at a
Chilean plane crash and everything seems right in the
world.”

“If you were always happy you wouldn’t be a human
being, you’d be a game show host.”

Wow that is just way too weird.  Oh yeah, I’m back I guess. 

Got mucho to jabber on about, unfortunately most of you will never pass the stringent vetting process.  Get over it babycakes.

Oh snap! Sprinextel gives an early xmas present to all those professional stalkers out there.  Then they promptly fix this rather glaring blunder before things get too hairy.

Hello right hand? Yeah, this is left hand, what’cha doing?

Keep that dial tuned, I’ve got some retro hotmud for ya and an assload of links backing up my browser.  Soonish.