Somehow, I got into writing about films recently, which is all fine and good, but it was sinking the purpose of this site, which is NOT to be a film review site. I certainly ain’t THAT guy. Not that I have anything against THAT guy, he’s pretty cool, I just ain’t him, is all.

So before it got out of hand, I have figured out how to corral the film comments over in their own section, which is accessible via the Menu up top: the Film Ghetto. It’s a mini-blog just for films… but really, it’s the Ghetto, so watch yourself is all I’m saying. You never know what you’re going to find—who you’re going to run into—where you’re going to end up—in the Ghetto.

So that’s where these pieces (and any future ones) will reside from now on, and this main blog will continue to serve the purpose it always has, which is to annotate my writing career, such as it is. Air quotes around that? Well, I’ll leave those to the reader’s imagination…. Just raise your fingers in the air, and do the thing.

Additionally, I have finally traipsed (gently) through the Link Heap. All links SHOULD be FULLY OPERATIONAL now, just need to find a planet of hapless liberals to unleash my imperial fury on. Some of the dead links were simply missing an s on the http; apparently, “security” has become a “thing” since the time when I copy-pasted those particular links. You would think that an http address would simply forward to its corresponding https, but maybe that would defy some nerdy creed, and we couldn’t have that. So, yeah, those are fixed, anyway. And I removed some other links that were simply not fluffing my boner, as Marie Kondo would say. Can’t say I have any new links for it, sadly, me being completely out of the loops ’n’ all.

[8-21-22]

Just popping in to mention I’ve added an index of the films I’ve written about, and I will update it for all future writings. The film index page is accessible only from the site menu up top.

Des Lewis has performed one of his patented Real-Time Reviews ’pon my humble volume Furious in the Expanse. A unique reader of oblique and literary things, he has graced with his attention several of my works in the past, and I am happy to find him still at it. He has a knack for prising out just the right bits of language to sprinkle as fertilizer in the mind’s furrows, connecting the work he reads to the work of his own consciousness.

I am moving the previous post regarding my son to its own separate space on the site, accessible from the menu, external to the flow of self-promotion that constitutes this blog. If I can figure out how to do that. Ok, figured it out.

I don’t maintain this site much, the Reader may’ve noticed. Maybe I’ll try to do something with it. (I really don’t know what I’m doing with myself anymore, to be clear. Hopefully, that confusion clears up.) See if I can whip my reading into gear after a long drought… if so, p’raps I can do a reader response here and there. I like what Des does; I’m not sure I can match his insight or subtlety (and definitely nor his industry!), mayhap merely seek to glean something of the spirit of the enterprise and proceed on my separate path. We’ll see, just noodling here.

Huzzah, my brief collection Furious in the Expanse has unfurled upon the World, due to the gracious offices of Eibonvale Press, to whom I am of course grateful for every effort. My book is #18 in the Eibonvale Chapbook Line, and it looks GOOD. Gorgeous cover, excellent production value; it will be clear to you why I coveted membership in the exclusive literary club that is the Eibonvale Stable!

And hey, get a load of the ad copy: “So many souls rushing to fill the spaces I occupy.” That’ll move some product! (Came up with it myselves.)

Ha ha! Lots of bla bla there, huh? Well, I just wanted to get this announcement out; I’ll probably return and elaborate this post into something more substantial and professional, well not that, but you know what I mean. Entertainment! I’ma give it the spit ‘n’ polish, yo. Just not tonight. Here’s what you—Reader—can do: buy the book. Read it. Come back. Hopefully, by then, I’ll have something more enduring and persuasive in this space. Content you can believe in! ™

Didn’t I have something else to mention?…. Hmmm. My mentality is a disaster these days, I’m afraid. If I think of it, I can always EDIT THE POST.

Exactly. The other thing is a bit of sad news. Chômu Press has apparently decided to fold into some other dimension. They hadn’t been active for years, but Snuggly seems to be thriving, so I assumed that it was simply the butterfly to Chômu’s, uh, pupa? But I guess they were separate entities all along, and Chômu’s time has come. Which means Dadaoism will be moving out of print. There are some excellent pieces in there (including one of mine!), and it won’t be available any longer after March 10, so if you don’t already have a copy, come on, just seize the fuckin’ diem for cripe’s sakes!

Nothing wrong with Patreon as a concept, per se, but as a realized actuality, it’s not vibing with my charisma, shall we say. Thusly and therefore, I have bailed. My lethargic contributions to that dreary platform will be no more. My metabolism, it seems, does not support supplementing my 52-hour work week with a 21st Century Side Hustle.

I’ve not abandoned my project of narrating the narrations, I here declare, but delayed it. Someday, when metabolic resources have been freed, maybe I’ll rev that engine back up, who knows. My last recording attempt was lame to say the least (and rest assured unreleased). The set and setting of my audio production efforts are not, to be mild, conducive to excellence or even mediocrity. l just may need to redress that issue before proceeding.

Besides, I have certain other projects in need of my undivided attention. Time to undivide!

I hope that exclamation point confers Inevitability ’pon my Intention…. A sigil, of sorts….

Here’s my lazy cut-n-paste from the announcement I composed over at my Patreon Page: I’ll be giving a reading tomorrow night (Saturday, March 6) via Zoom, a technology I’ve used previously in my life exactly once, so cross your fingers folks! It worked that time, however—flawlessly—so perhaps I am injecting an entirely synthetic note of anxiety here…. Why? ‘Cause I can.

The Event in question is called SMOL Fair, which is a consortium of highly uninfluential Small Press types … my favorite kind! Among those movers and shakers is my own personal favorite mover-and-shaker, Whiskey Tit, publisher of I, No Other.

Here is the link you’ll need to use to witness my debacle. Starts at 6PM, but the immolation of Yours Truly will probably occur sometime in the second hour, methinks. It’s only like 10-15 minutes, so don’t expect the Internet to break or anything. Not sure what I’m going to read, of course. I’m currently leaning toward an excerpt from Cherry, maybe that’ll bring in a new Patron or two? If they wanna read the rest, I mean: it’s exclusive here, after all, at the mo’! (And maybe it would be good practice for the audiobook version, which I’m hoping to produce pretty soon. That’ll be a long one, though. Flaneurysm came in at 1/2 an hour, so Cherry might end up nearly twice that. Might serialize her, we’ll see how it shakes out.) Another possibility would be one of my WIPs… there ARE a few of those, in theory …. cryogenic heads, mostly.