This is my webpage. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Long time since an update. Not much of an update in any case. Still. A
picture of Zajj has been added. And I'm off to go
back to work. Sleep is not in the plan. Blah.
Oh yeah, the Open Diary is cool, if
a tad voyeuristic.
Been a while since an update, 5 days or so. Blah. Business. There may not
be another update until after I return from winter break, but I figure it
doesn't much matter 'cause if you're breathlessly reading this crap you
need to get a life.
Updates to the creative
writing page. There is a brand-spankin new quotes page, too, which is mostly to be stuff from
Reedies and so on. Not much, but there will be more. Oh, and
Robeson is still the man.
I'm tired of livin' and
feared of dyin'...
(Pictures stolen from Tatsuya
Ishida, who is far cooler than I could ever hope to be and draws Sinfest. Go read it. Or God will
lay the smack down.)
1500: The sun is a cold white
ball to the southwest, hovering just over the trees and asylum block,
casting long shadows across the cold muddy lawn, spindly treeshadows that
cover kids dogs ODB and blot out the sun for a second, a flicker of light
and darkness across my eyes, flicker of darkness is the night and I can
remember walking this same way 1500 yesterday same sun same wind same
leafless tree skeletons and everything stretching back is a thread, a
single unbroken strand connecting the 1500 me of today to the 1500 me of
yesterday, twenty-seven hours is too long and it seems like another
lifetime but it was just earlier today, night and day irrelevant to
consciousness, just flashes of shadow and sunlight, glaring light dark
light dark light dark like God is standing at the door of the universe
playing with the lightswitch and if I hang onto the thread yesterday will
never go but it always does and I know when I sleep the 1500 me of
yesterday will die, just a flicker of shadow on the face of time,
blink and it's gone yesterday's gone tomorrow's gone it's all
gone and sleep comes crashing down with a flash of sunlight
before the endless darkness.
After darkness, light. After light, darkness.
In accordance with Department of the Web HazMat standards, this
page is required to display certain warnings.
(Imagery shamelessly stolen
from Schlock Mercenary,
another bomber webcomic.)
I am the plaything of dreaming gods.
... quia non est alius qui pugnet pro nobis ...
The following is a graphic representation of my feelings on Hum papers,
courtesy of Hosers, written by the
extremely talented Aric Campling and Lev Babiev.
I have aquired a time-share fruitbitch! The peasants rejoice!
In other news, there is now a page for my creative
Finally, the new niftiness in format is a flat steal from Hamish Sinclair,
who runs the truly astounding Marathon's Story page. If you
ever touched this game, you owe it to yourself to check this page out. The
conversion over to the new format is in-progress, and will be completed
sometime today. Please excuse our mess.
Added: contact information.
New bit of cheeriness at the bottom of the page. Image copyright Pete
Abrams, from his excellent comic Sluggy
Freelance. Go read.
We can go downward and inward -- or we can stand in high
places and reach out.
New pages appear like mad: Much goodness from Sappho, and some other top-notch verse. Also updates to the links page.
Yay daytime updates. For Elena and the rest, CDC Reeve quotes are up. If you're not Elena and the rest,
read them anyway.
Coming soon: Jolt Cola
sponsorship. Really. If I've got empty bottles strug from my ceiling,
they can bloody well sponsor me.
Poetry change. Expect more. Old poetry archived soon. Check out what I
want to do with my life.
I got a replacement coffeepot.
A picture of South Eugene high school has been added here. Big image, may take a minute or two to load
for you poor fools without a real (read Ethernet+) connection.
I broke my goddamn coffepot. Is there no justice to the universe?
Poking about on the net, I was able to come up with a charming picture of
my house from space. And you thought the US
government was only good for taking your money! Coming soon: Reed, South
Eugene HS, and more!
The OCA has sent me a reply! I do believe I was
graced by the wisdom of Bonnie Mabon, wife of Lon ("God's Only
Messenger") Mabon. Maybe it's just me, but I was not impressed with this
reply. It dismissed the argument I put forward out of hand, and put
forward not one but two arguments with no justification, citation, or even
But then, did we expect the OCA to have an intelligent
Today I sent a very interesting letter to the OCA,
prompted by this webpage. We'll see what they say.
My friend Sara maintains that no good will come of it, but I'm not quite
as cynical. I'll put up a response if one comes.
In other news, the links section has seen minor updates, and there has
been a style change to the whole page ... see spiffy new links?.
Many changes to the site, yeeees. And more to come. In other news, The
Cell is a disturbing movie. I mean -- the horse? Somebody call Stile.
Herein lies assorted randomness...