Spur-of-the-moment Consciousness Bullshit:
It may have been a year since I added anything to this website. All the while it has lain here like a corpse. The corpse of a bloated internet entity that has been around, plaguing the modern world in various forms, since 2004. I can tell you this much: the layout has not changed in that time, and looks it. If I hear of any ways to make things look more futuristic or nicer, I'll be honest and share them with you. I will refuse to adopt any of them, however.
Anyways, this is the front page of my website and it's obviously being misused in every possible way. I wonder why I never attached dates to any of the writings. Do people call them timestamps? Anyways: January 21, 2009. 19:18. Chances are this fucking terrible thing will outlive me. The other day I was whining about being unpublished, and realized that I have been self-published, in this cantankerous internet format, for five years give or take a few weeks. How now, society? The problem is nobody reads this website, and the cause of this problem may be abundantly clear to you right now.
I encourage you to stick around, because interesting things may happen, because I've come to the startling realization that I have been halfheartedly self-published for a much longer time than I've thought, and that I might want to venerate and preserve that status instead of insulting it every time it comes to mind (which is not often). As for the layout, it's pretty intelligible and I refuse to make it modern. I might make it better though, so take heart.
So I welcome you to my website, and I hope you choose to read it often so as to feed my ego and make me contribute to it. I have a very fun idea for a story about the moon and I may serialize it here. And I am always filled with the insensate rants of the malcontent, and occasionally those are fun to read. And there's story about a party I attended more than four years ago on this website. You want to read an amusing story and embarrassingly bad writing? I know I do.
There are always a lot of things to say about a website because it is part of the internet which is a part of the new globalization culture which is part of any number of things (all of them bad things), least of all postmodern society. That means you, you bad skank you. So take note: the name of this website reflects its rather humdrum stature. Nothing else. Oh you think it's some sort of humdrum take on the humdrum state of hhhhhuumdrum society? Is it a drawn out yawn? It's not that hard to navigate! Tell me about XHML please? Fuck. I have books to read sir. And empty statements to make.
Things always change after a while, I guess, which is why I upgraded the site to its current status as a fantastic piece of art. You can attribute a net waste of your time to my site for as little as reading this self-updating piece of foolish and atavistic shit for a minute a day! Stop! Did I hear Facebook? Did I hear Internet 2.0? Surely I did not. I heard, "Here's your advertising money!"* That, my friends, is why. This, of course, is how:
What's going on I bet you don't even
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know what's going on doesn't that suck, sucker?
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