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June 21, 2005 /

This was too good to leave to the mercies of Livejournal’s feed-comment expiration. It’s derived, by Will, from Jax.

Nina’s talk with the old Japanese man is quick, quiet and furious, but when they’re done they both look happy.

“Essence of what?” asks Jax, back on the street.

“Goth,” Nina giggles, and sprinkles a few drops from the bottle on her shirt. It turns black as pitch.

Jax is awed. “Let me try!” He sprinkles his arms, sprouting shredded fishnet arm-stockings. He tries his shirt and it turns dried blood red.

“You don’t need much–” Nina says, but Jax is drinking it, now. His face pales considerably.

“lets write about this on our livejournals,” Jax whispers. Nina shrugs assent.

June 20, 2005 /

Quite some time ago I gave Joey Comeau a little bit of money so he could keep going to college, and in exchange he wrote a little bit of his novella, Lockpick Pornography. Lots of people did the same, and after a while he finished it and did, in fact, keep going to college.

I finally read Lockpick Pornography for the first time today, and it is fucked up. There’s a lot of talk about gender being a societal construction, and also breaking and entering, and sex. The protagonist is a dick to just about everybody and in the last chapter the author totally calls you out and makes you ashamed of what you’re thinking.

But I liked it a lot.

THE BUZZBOARD

June 20, 2005 /

By far the most popular referral I have ever had to this site, or anyway one of its images, is some people who think my bad haircut two years ago was, in fact, a good haircut.

The IdiotCam©: Bringing People Together

I would like to see their webmaster’s face when he checks the referral logs

June 17, 2005 /

Oh man oh man. Neil Gaiman has discovered Jennifer Brummett.

This may not mean much to you, but it’s pretty glorious for those of us who endured her “reviews” for four years of DramaCentre (aka CentreDrama). Brummett is the Advocate-Messenger’s theatre “critic,” and the depth of research and literary acuity you see in that article was exactly what she applied to our work. I’m not trying to say we were de Sade at Arenton, but the things we did took time and thought and pain. Brummett could be replaced a rubber cup on the end of a stick.

It’s nice to have some validation that the woman has no business putting two words together, whether it has any practical effect or not. Dear Jennifer Brummett: Welcome to the interweb! I hope you like being the message boards’ new darling.