The chap with wings there. Five rounds rapid.
Because there’s something deeply wrong with me or, perhaps, because I have far too much free time and never actually rest, I decided to see if I could figure out how to get all the shit from the old GS page over to this current one. And, of course, it was as easy as downloading a plugin and pressing a button. WordPress makes me hot sometimes.
Continue reading ‘Getting Your Archive On’
I’ll be out of town for a little over two weeks, so I figured that’s a good time for the front page to take a break as well. If you’re bored over the holidays, you can go back and read the “Vignettes.” That’s been my latest writing discipline project that I’ve (surprisingly) stuck to for a few months.
If you’re bored and rich, then my Amazon Wishlist is right here. 455 vampire novels and Doctor Who DVDs. Love it.
A friend asked me the other night, over about 17 bottles of wine, to put together a “Great Society Reader.” He wants to get deep into the page, but doesn’t know where to begin because I’ve spent the last ten years literally vomiting out a hodge-podge of insane rants ranging from conversations with my penis to somewhat serious movie reviews and political commentary.
Continue reading ‘The GS Reader’
Taking Greatsociety too seriously. Taking “Nacho Sasha” too seriously. It’s a trap that’s caught many people over the last decade. Since April of 2001, this page has seen a steady stream of internet drama. People desperate for community, understanding, or just some sort of emotional purge have stopped by and shit all over the place.
Friends have been lost, love affairs have ended, family has been horrified, and strangers have become obsessed with battling the essentially meaningless words and thoughts of someone who does not exist.
The power of Nacho. Women have dated me and, in short order, it became clear that they really wanted to date Nacho and were disappointed to find out that I do not behave in the real world as my alter ego does on these pages. How crazy is it when a woman says, as a relationship falls apart, “I thought Nacho could handle this”? It’s happened more than once over the last decade.
On the other hand, Greatsociety has forged some of my most important friendships. These friends, both in real life and in the sense of virtual community that has built up in the forums, have acted as my only solace in my darkest hours.
So, with both the good and the bad in mind, April is set aside to celebrate Greatsociety’s tenth anniversary.
Continue reading ‘Ten Years of Great Society’
I updated the site last night. For four years I’ve chosen to ignore the little WordPress messages that say, oh my God, upgrade today, because I have a weird fear of computers. Even the simplest of projects exhausts me.
So I’ve decided to do this stupid Twitter thing. Follow my feeble whining right here.
I’m also on Facebook and horribly addicted to Farmville. Here’s the link for my FB freakout party spot. BYOB.
Both will be handy links if GS ever goes down and, generally, if you want more active updates. I should be writing for the front page, I know. Maybe I’ll just do “collected Facebook updates” or something. I find myself buried in a new novel project. It’s about teenage Vampire werewolf zombie metrosexual classical musicians who play nude badminton and are all mauled by a pack of rabid dogs on the first page. The 320 pages after that are a detailed description of how each character was brutally killed, eaten, and left to rot in a train tunnel.
I masturbate furiously while writing it and spill my devilish seed on each page. Just like Stephanie Meyer. Except she doesn’t have seeds… So she spills her devilish eggs, I guess. Which makes me want deviled eggs. So tonight I’ll dream about feasting on deviled eggs as they slowly pop out of Stephanie Meyer. Just like her novels.
Dear god! I’m finally getting my wits back after a big move, Now I can turn towards real writing and not recycled trash from my past.
Starting next week – new shit! So shut up with your nagging emails. Also, once The Knights of Saint John concludes (in two weeks), the Sunday Archive section will go on hiatus. Sundays will now be all about Balloon Buddies, and Cass has programmed those through the remainder of 09.
And, finally, I screwed up Judgment Day last week and a blank post went up. Nobody noticed. Which is a good thing since you shouldn’t be reading my novel. I barely can! But the real part eight will go up tomorrow.
And, now, back to screwing around on Facebook!
Well, it took me a few months, but I just realized that the link on the sidebar to my used store at Amazon was busted. I went ahead and fixed it, and you can also click here.
I’m selling a combination of fantasy trash from my childhood, unwanted books from my adulthood, and shit I’ve stolen. And if you buy something, email me through the Amazon page and say you came through Greatsociety. I’ll throw in a random free book or VHS tape or something. Or maybe I’ll send you office supplies from work.
Oh, and everything goes out first class mail.
Launch party update here – with a link to some pics. There are no pictures of the after party, where I camped out in a corner with Lonnie Martin and his wife Cindy, my landlady, a drunken co-worker from my day job, and a certain strawberry blonde.
I probably should have wandered around gladhanding folks but…well, it was drinkin’ time! And when it’s drinkin’ time, I don’t socialize. Being out in the sun was bad enough. Usually, during drinkin’ time, I’m naked and sitting in a dark apartment. Or…endlessly watching classic episodes of Doctor Who on DVD.
Continue reading ‘Back to work’
My brain is dead because holy shit I’m launching a book tomorrow. So I’ll just push you towards a vaguely illiterate post I made elsewhere.
The same invite is open to GS people, as well. Come drink with me on Sunday and bounce quarters off of the titanium plate in my head.
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