Here we are again
Ground Zero.
This is it, my last post. Cry, if you must, relish in glory, do whatever.
Before I go, I would like to thank a few people.
- Johnny D, for championing the sites survival. Although you failed miserably. You still get kudos, and thanks for understanding at the end.
- ChicagoPerv, for being my antihesis, and providing an occasional conversation to post here. Although you are a delusional fascist bastard with a perverted sense of right and wrong, you own a firearm. That makes you A-OK!
- A-ron/Cancer ward/baby head, also championing the sites survival with alternative ideas. You also failed miserably, you still rock.
- Lunchbox, aka The Box, aka Dark Defiance from LENY, for technical expertise.
- SIHeadCase, for also the conversations you provided, and general support.
- The Pixies, just because I love them, and providing the soundtrack to the many coding sessions.
- Jesus and Mary Chain, My Bloody Valentine, Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, Coldplay, Misfits, Raveonettes, The Thermals, same reasons as the Pixies.
- Limewire, for reasons I can’t disclose at this time.
- The New School, for excepting me and showing me what talent and potential is. But mostly for the women.
- Starbucks, providing fuel. And the wimmins.
- LisaDAussie, unusual I admit. But this site never would have been created without her encouragement. Although we argued CONSTANTLY about content. Still, she does deserve a thank you.
- My Current Job, for sending me away, and letting me play video games as a career.
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So now what? In about a week you will be confronted with a mini site. Explaining what happened and telling you to go away. The surprise is for the ones REALLY paying attention, in about a month the people with the right search terms on Google will find it.
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What about me? Well the transfer is going through, and I’ll be gone by the end of November. But there is something more I want to talk about, briefly anyway.
By the end of the last semester, and throughout this one. I have never felt more like myself. It’s weird but I’m beginning to feel myself and who I am as a person. I think it has a lot to do with the writing, I’m more confident in it. I’m beginning to feel braver, and the stuff in my head is getting closer to paper.
So I’m starting to submit stuff to places. I’m not sure where it’s going to go, but I’m giving it a shot. I have a few places in mind for where I’m going to start sending my work. I’m getting ready to make another attempt at my novel. But I wrote a few pretty descent pieces in the past few months.
Two I’m really proud of, and I’m going to finish revising them, and submit them when this semester is over.
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So here we are, at the end finally. I had some pretty descent memories of this place, it kept me going at a time of need. But I don’t need it anymore.
Good luck out there soldiers, it’s a rough place.
