August 28th, 2005


A Spot Against The Sky.

Today a thirteen year old boy told me I was scary looking and, later, an eleven year old girl cried. It wasn't related to me--she'd just done badly with an exam. Still, I'm thinking a new kind of employment is required. One without humans. This shit is wearing thin.

However, I'd like to direct you all to the previous post on the independent and small press. There's some interesting things noted about why and how and terms (I'm quite taken with Jeff VanderMeer's idea that it should be called the independent press and not small, but I find that I can't quite see the local genre publications as independent, in the way that say, Wakefield Press could be seen). And, in line with that, you should check out Ben Payne's entry on the changing of one of the coolest titled 'zines out there, Potato Monkey. As for me, I'm going to write thesis notes and a bit of fiction and wonder what kind of shit kick human free work wouldn't cause me to kill you all with hate while giving me chunks of cash. I dream big.
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