Every fuck up you made was your own decision.  It doesn't make you a fuckup, though, it makes you a human being that has fucked up.  Which just means you're a human being.

Nobody has ever inflicted anything on you whatsoever.  They've just made choices, and you've fucked up and allowed those choice to affect your life.  As before, this does not make you a fuckup.  It makes you a human being that has fucked up.

Welcome to 2008.

There's a cold wind blowing, and it's not entirely unpleasant.

Just outside my bedroom door there's a sleeping dog named Ishtar.  She's half chow, half wolf.  Since I have no real neices or nephews, she's taken their place.  My nephew is named Sebastion.  He lives 30 miles away with my sister and brother-in-law.  I'm not weird about it, or anything.  They don't get Christmas presents from me.  But I do sometimes talk to them.

Four or five basil plants are dying from the cold on my balcony.  They went into shock last Saturday when it froze.  But the tube of caulk that resides in a nearby tree doesn't care.  Funny, that.

I don't talk to the basil or tube of caulk, though.

That'd just be strange.

In mah brain.

I stepped down from Mayhem Radio.

This is the last thing I'll write for a long time.

I may keep a personal blog here, and I may not.

More than likely, though, the extent of my online writing will be on this space.  And it'll basically just be "hey, I'm not dead."

More and more everyday, I just feel like a little kid trying to fill an adult's shoes.

So, yep, that's it.

In mah brain.

I stepped down from Mayhem Radio.

This is the last thing I'll write for a long time.

I may keep a personal blog here, and I may not.

More than likely, though, the extent of my online writing will be on this space.  And it'll basically just be "hey, I'm not dead."

More and more everyday, I just feel like a little kid trying to fill an adult's shoes.

So, yep, that's it.

Wish list for summer '07:

1.  The new Gogol Bordello album.
2.  People to read Growing Hope
3.  To get some good conference calls recorded for MAYHEMRadio
4.  Some new contributors to add to our alreayd sizeable stable at MAYHEMRadio
5.  A few good bloggers to help me with a project at Liber.us.
6.  To make some fucking money off the advertising on Fractured Visions

Is that really too much to ask?  

Right... soooooo...

Remember that novella I serialized through Frequency23?  Well, it's finished, and can be found right here.

If you'd read it, spread it around, have love children with it, I'd be exceptionally appreciative.  Just think of the craze: Random Myspacers make love to digital work of art.  Talk about a fucking headline!

You could even start some sort of weird trend.  People in the netherlands will be fucking rembrandts, and frenchies will be cornholing the mona lisa. 

Astounding I tells ya!  ASTOUNDING!  Also, if you'd be so kind, check out my other blog.  Statistically, myspace people are less likely to go after stuff on other sites, especially when redirected from myspace, but it's still worth a shot.

I go through fits and bouts of taking myself way too seriously.

My bad.

Look at this instead:

You can find Part 1 of Tortures and Convolutions here.

It's different from what I normally write.


We've started a myspace profile for MAYHEMRadio

You can find it here

Adding it'd be awfully sweet of you.

It's funny. After editing podcasts for a while, you begin to recognize what your spoken words look like on a graph.

Listening to your own words for so long has to be unhealthy in some way.

Looping them over and over, editing them when they need to be.

Akin to memory in some way. At the very least, I can draw that parallel.