Things fall apart. Ask Messrs. Yeats and Achebe. Web site fall down, go boom. Well alackaday and fuck my luck, as the poet says.
For the most part, like most of the internet, it was no great loss. Blather, mostly. No one really cares about my battles with Comcast, or my struggle repairing my headphones, aside from entertainment value, if any.
There were some things, however, I quite liked which evoked positive and emotional responses from people. Other things, I thought anyway, provided insight into me and how my brain works [or doesn’t]. I make no bones about my bouts of depression and other fun with neurodivergence. I think that’s important for others to know they aren’t alone, that I feel much like you do, hurt often, much like you, and don’t know what to do about it a lot of the time, just like you. It doesn’t particularly help, I suppose, but isn’t it nice to know you aren’t especially fucked up? There are others out there just like you and indeed odder and stranger than you? It’s good to know, right?
Anyway. First I’m going to get everything back up and running. Then I’m going to try and recover/recreate what I can of the better bits of the site [thank goodness for the Internet Archive and it’s Wayback Machine!] The rest can rest in digital peace.
If there’s something you miss that you’d like to see restored, let me know here or on social media, and I’ll see what I can do.
Onward and upward.
P.S. I’m not going to herniate myself trying to perfectly recreate these old posts. Layout and pictures and whatnot take a buttload time, and I don’t know that I have all the pictures, and certainly not the whatnots together, and that’s just a big ol’ time suck anyway. Bigger fish to fry and all that. Other books to write, other blogs to post. Many rivers to cross.
Thanks for understanding.