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Surfacing

*pokes head above the oily surface of the waves, all Sheen-y from Apocalypse Now*

I've been keeping my head down of late, snarfing up Warren Ellis's astonishingly cool Transmetropolitan during the afternoon, reading The Collected Philip K Dick at night before the sandman whacks me one in the medulla oblongata, filling in the spare moments with more bittorrented Takashi Miike movies and old episodes of Space Ghost and The Kids in The Hall. The things I gotta do to hotwire my brain now that I'm drug-free. It's a damn shame.

Anyway, some strange and marvellous textual creature is soon to be born out of all this non-bloggerly activity (if not Athena-like parthenogenetically spoinged from my forehead, then perhaps appearing on the scene in a more, er... cloacally ichor-dripping kinda way (and then presumably slouching towards Bethlehem or something), which should be big fun for everyone involved), I hope, but then again, that might just be indigestion.

Stay tuned. Or not. I never know where the hell I'm going with this stuff.

*plays tape backwards, hoping that it'll look like he's re-submerging and that nobody'll notice the ripples are going in the wrong direction*

About This Post

What is this? Why am I here? What does it mean? Where should I go now?

Well, this is a post to the personal website Emptybottle.org. It was posted by your genial host stavrosthewonderchicken on July 5, 2004, and is titled Surfacing. It was published to the categories: Me|dia. In any of those places you might well find other similar things that will bring you Super Double Happiness.

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Comments: You got fingers, right?
4 Comments |
  1. 1

    Craig Oliver said

    Stomper,

    Oye my friend - send me a tel number for you - I am back in the great white north and phoning ya to hear your scruffy voice is feasible for me here. Really would like to talk to you.

    Poncho

    July 6, 2004 9:31 AM

  2. 2

    geodog said

    Looking forward to seeing what emerges from the waves.

    July 6, 2004 1:12 PM

  3. Ponch, you fucking nutbar. I'll send you an email soon. All we need to do is align the spheres so you can call while we're both drinking.

    July 6, 2004 9:40 PM

  4. 4

    stark said

    I'm just glad I'm along for the ride... sweet.

    July 7, 2004 1:04 AM

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