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Of all my half-assed fuckups and dwindled dreams, this one weighs on my mind the most. This place, this site. Perhaps because it's the most visible.

What's sad is that I still believe in it, and in me, to a degree. In fact, I think I believe more in Johnny Law than in myself, which is part of the problem.

There's this huge story in my head. It's not even a story, it's a world, really. And I still don't know what direction to approach it from, where to penetrate the veil, where to step inside. All efforts so far have been middling, this website included.

The midwifing analogy is especially apt, I think, because sometimes I think that creating johnny-law.com was akin to an abortion. Letting it out into the world, not even halfway formed.

No one says anything negative, nobody badmouth's it (to my face at least) but the embarassment I feel is palpable. Debilitating at times.

So, I'm doing some housecleaning. Re-working the whole shebang. I'll be stripping down content on the site, leaving it somewhat bare-bones, and opening up a new site as a main hub for all my ambitions.

So, the new site will link to the revamped Johnny Law site, as well as to Blunt.

And yes, Blunt is still happening, whether you want it to or not. It's coming at a snail's pace, of course, but it'll get here. Eventually. I know everyone's holding their breath for the next installment of my Penny Dreadful pastiche of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (did I ever mention that's what it was? No? Well, now you have another reason to hate it). But you just can't rush pure fucking genius.

So yeah, that was the deal with the mouse drawing in my last post. That little critter is intended to be my mascot for the new site. He's an old creation, and his name is Blasphemouse.

I had really wanted the URL blasphemouse.com for the new site, but was dismayed to find it was already taken. And that the dude that has it has done absolutely nothing with it. If I sound bitter, then I'm not expressing myself properly, because I was fucking enraged when I found out. "Home of the Blasphemous Mouse". Fuck you, guy. You ruin the juxtaposition of the two words by explaining it. You disgust me.

But then, I know what's it like to have a webpage you don't update. So, I take it all back, Mr. Preemptive-stealer-of-my-domain-name-idea. You can have your shitty domain name. I'll just have think of something else.

7-5-2009 - Rejoice! Just paid the ten-dollar renewal fee for keeping the johnny-law.com domain name for another year. Hooray.

7-11-2009 - Nothing New

Just re-read the "My Plans" post from 7/5 and found it was riddled with errors. I make an allusion to a "midwifing analogy", when I had actually deleted said metaphor during editing.

E-mailed the blasphemouse.com guy to inquire about buying his domain. Still no reply, but I think dude's account is a ghost town now, anyway. He's had the thing since '07, and the site is still in skeletal form. His rights don't expire until June 2010, which is like, man, too long to wait for a snatch-up job. That's like... we'll be living in Gattaca by then. Or that George Orwell place, what's it called, 1984-World. Or Blade Runner-World. Or Brave New World-World.

Or Robocop-World, what's that place called? Oh yeah. Detroit. We'll all be living in Detroit.

7-17-2009 - Found

This was apparently left on the counter at Bookstar today.

In other news, Break Room Live is dead and gone. Official as of 3pm central-time this past Wednesday. A few mourners can be seen from time to time sitting shiva at the casket-side, but the real BRL is not in this empty husk, but somewhere else, far away.

And this is what I've been doing all day:

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7-25-2009 - Sadder'n a Hobo's Puppy

Took the "Comic" button off of the menu, much in the way one might lance a wart. It was just getting too depressing, an all-too public reminder of my inactivity.

For those who still want to see it (and no doubt subsequently point and laugh at it like the carnival geek it is), you can look at it here. Nothing's changed, though. Nothing but the inexorable passage of time.

Other news: camera's dead. Someone (me) didn't do enough research and bought a camcorder that apparently cannot be recharged. So, until I buy a new lithium battery, or devise a jerry-rigged method of Doc Brown-ing it back to life using a clock tower and lightning, the shit is straight-up dry-clicked.

Hm... one of these days I'm sure I'll have good news.

Someday.

UPDATE (5 minutes later) - Oh wait, I just found the AC charger for the camera. Heh heh. Silly me. Nevermind.

Hey, finally some good news!

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