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Current mood:Get these damned squirrels off me!
This actually isn't an emo post; the question isn't even rhetorical; I'm not sitting here asking Why oh why Odin did you even build the universe into Ymir's empty head. Though it does occasionally occur to me to wonder about that, too.
The question is simpler than that: what's the point of setting up some templated mess on MySpace.com when I've already got a hundred real sites and something stupid like a hundred and thirty gigabytes on the server I'm actually paying for. There's a certain ethical issue with being here at all.
Granted: I might be blaming a nation for its citisens. Metaphorically. That MySpace.com is known globally for its inherent illiteracy and--worse--its LoLs doesn't necessarily mean that the entire URL is dicked. It probably means that. For the most part. But I'll allow that exceptions could occur.
What MySpace.com have apparently got is a decent synergy. Which probably has a lot to do with it being free [notwithstanding the pulsating flashadverts daring everyone to implant the cricketbat into Popeye's colon]. Given the number of people I know--or used to know--with their own MySpace [I mentioned that the illiteracy was inherent, right?], there's probably an advantage to populating MyMySpace with MyMyStuff, making it TheirMyStuff through the RSS feeds.
In shorthand: it's probably a functional way to keep track of everyone. Without resorting to wiretapping.
The next question begged is of course What people. And that itself is a dangerously long story. As well as a long, dangerous story.
At the moment, I'm juggling four or five names. This being the 'net, it makes the most sense to run with Gremlin. Of course, people call me that IRL too; so that's convenient. But there have been other names in other eras; and most of the people I knew during those prehistoric epochs might not think to look for me at gremlin.net. They might not think to look for me here either; but, since those people always tended to stick to one or two names each, I can probably find them, and collect the whole set again. We'll see how well that all works out.
That being the masterplan for the future, let's move on to current events.
The latest book is out. It actually has been out since Hallowe'en. For those who haven't run into me for a few years: I finally got round to writing the ultimate zombiebook. For everyone else: thanks for reading.
For clarification: Paroxysm
That much accomplished, I'm working on three or four other books at the moment, including Damnitology. For those who'd correctly guessed that I was done writing that back in the twentieth century: you're not wrong; the problem is that I never released it, despite demands and deaththreats [yes, you can actually get deaththreats for not releasing a religionslamming book, it turns out] over the last six years; so, I got round to digging it up [ever looked for a badlynamed file in half a terabyte of badlynamed files? Don't.] and reading it over...and then reading it over again...and then wondering what was wrong with me six years ago; and, now, I'm rewriting it, because the version I didn't release kinda sucked.
More on that when it's finished. Again.
This is topical. So, one of my other names is suddenly Belael. I think. I dunno; hit deophagy.com and track down the condescending bandmember with the synth; that would be me. As far as I know.
It's not easy to guess, since the band only kinda exists. Though that's becoming less funny over time. Funny was when the band were nothing more than a DotCom, yet we were officially booked to play at various clubs. I'm still not sure who came up with that, or what they intended to do if the date came and went and Deophagy still didn't exist.
But anyway: the band are starting to exist now. At some level. Possibly more than one. We've even got a recording now.
I call it a recording because it's really not a song. Instead, it's an idiot; but, he's insane, and you can dance to him. Here's the .mp3.
For the record: that's not really indicative of the sound Deophagy would ordinarily have, if we ordinarily existed. For now, though, it's a start.
What else is new....
Wasted, Inc. are still around, and generally putting weird shit on shirts and bumperstickers. No pressure; just: go buy something. Anarchy: Yay.
I suppose there's other news--especially spanning the last twenty years or so. But, again: dangerously long stories. Maybe we'll get to those later.
Meanwhile, if I've hunted you down as someone who's supposed to know me: go ahead and authorise the requests. One way or the other, you'll remember soon enough.
More later....
--Gremlin
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