Black Pots, Black Kettles.

A rant many of us will read this morning stirred a simmering frustration in my psyche. I'm thrilled to be part of a virtual community that found it's origins in a land that now merely a scattering of zeroes and ones on the ground like some unseen insurgent let off a 155mm artillery shell underneath it's foundations - I've gotta stop reading books on Iraq too. I take a huge amount of pleasure in - virtually (both senses of the word) - meeting new and interesting people from all over the globe. The destruction of JS hasn't really changed ANYTHING about how I function online within this community.

I'm stoked that you take the time to acknowledge the things that I choose to share in regards to what's going on in my existence. I'll do my best to head your way and check out what you life is about. Of course, life being what it is we can't all do it everyday, but 'occasionally' IS possible.

I'm stoked to have a comfy little spot in the Birmoverse. We all get along really well and all share a common interest in the works of Birmo and those closely related to his works as well. Occasionally there'll be a flare-up, but if intelligent passionate people didn't once in awhile there'd be something wrong, and obviously we'd all be hiding something. As much of a fan of the work as I am I'm just as much of a fan of the person as well. I went and had lunch with a few regulars and Birmo in 'The Valley' last year and was stoked to go and physically be part of this thing and shoot some shit with people I admire and respect. Girl Clumsy, Mick, NatV, Birmo, Orin and a couple of others that I haven't come across since. [There's the butter]

The article this morning caused me to pause, however. I personally spent 7 days writing something for the Birmoverse Fan-Fiction. Didn't get so much as an acknowledgement. I obviously did it for myself mostly, but, ya know.....?.

I went into "well, I did this, and this, and this, and this..." but deleted it. It makes no difference. I wouldn't have brought this if it wasn't for the:


"You lazy bastards. You make me sick. What is it with you people that you just won't get off your butts and drag yourself a couple of klicks out of your way? The curse of localism, that's what it is, and this town is suffering because of it. More importantly, ol' JB is suffering too."

I get the humour, and I know it's tongue in cheek, but there's most definitely an underlaying truth and feeling in the sentiment. He's also right. There's many a thing that I've missed due to the 'localisation' thing, but my point is, make sure you've got your own shit squared away before you start swinging clubs.

....what's the bet this is the only entry he reads. Sigh. And if you do, check out the "Thou Shalt Not Kill" one. Link's too the right. It's better.