We peek at the stats on occasion and it's not like they're stratospheric or anything, but we still teehee like five year olds (do they still do that?) because we're dicks, and, as it turns out, the internet's not that lonely a place after all, even for inverts like us. The arrow's pointing up and I never expected that so soon. If one month felt like sitting in an abandoned cinema, three months feels like getting dressed up before a party while people are starting to wander in downstairs, clustering in the kitchen and fighting over music. Like everyone else, I read all the stuff about how to launch a blog, how to irritate the fuck out of people by forcing them to acknowledge you with email campaigns and endless social network hustling etc etc, and then I pondered my own reaction to those tactics and decided not to do that, ever. I feel like the world doesn't need another attentionwhore biting its nuts and the people I write for know how to use a search engine, so we just signpost here and there and leave the promotion at that. So far it's working quite well; that might be an artifact of novelty, and there's the 'nine out of ten blogs folding within six months' thing, but I'm halfway there and it's never felt laborious or pointless.
Privately, we've been talking about Detroit and stateless living, how real the opportunity to do that might be in such a situation. We are hopeful that something good might be germinating amongst all that bad, that the reality will at least serve as something adjacent and demonstrable to people who still can't picture what a downslope looks like. We heard about the Tarantino GF plagiarism hoohaa and are still scratching our heads over that one. An academic friend assures me the old cut and paste is thriving in the tertiary environment and that many no longer seem to grasp the fundamental evil of it, namely, that plagiarism goes beyond defrauding other writers and your audience; that it degrades the entire creative process in the eyes of a public already deeply skeptical about our worth. Every instance that comes to light makes it harder to accrue respect, to be valued or remunerated. So that pissed us off a lot. Locally, we were enraged by the new punitive Stazi-style regime our lovely government's imposing on beneficiaries already dealing with pathetic incomes and no prospect of meaningful employment. Slow clap for that, arseholes. On a positive note, we had a great response here to the Walking the Black Mile depression piece, and I've almost finished the follow up so stay tuned for that. It's pretty liberating to be writing that shit down. The book serialization's starting to get to the good stuff now too, so check it out.
I'm thinking about offering a small sidebar spot for anyone who wants to promote something, especially those who have no clue about the graphic side of things; like, you submit an image and some text and I'll put it together for you, charge a modest weekly rate. Maybe I'll get round to that. If you're keen, let us know through the contact page. And I just added a bio, because everyone else seems to have one. It's pretty adolescent at the moment but, you know... what are you supposed to say? You don't want me jerking off onto your glasses. Well, there's always one or two who do, but I feel like I should get paid for that up front.
Thank you, constant readers. Kia kaha.
Oh yeah! And I'd like to thank the lovely R for coming up with the hostile witness part of Hostile Witness Film Review. Upcoming subjects include Let the Right One In, Melancholia, There Will Be Blood and Zero Dark Thirty, because I don't give a toss about chronological order. I think it's also important to state for the record that I have no affiliations or friending within the industry, receive absolutely no inducement or compensation for these pieces and when you're reading my reviews, you're getting my (more or less informed) opinion and nothing else.