When I first started blogging back in early 2001, I didn’t enable comments on my website because its original purpose was to showcase my writing, such as it was back then. This is why there were a lot of essays and such — lengthy pieces wherein I explored the world, my world and the world around me — and I have to admit, it was hard work.
Then one day I threw up a pic of a gun that I liked, completely out of left field and quite gratuitous. That became a weekly fixture, and then inevitably, as I started reading more and more about guns, I got dragged into the politics of guns, and thereafter into politics in general. And the rest you know.
But in all that time, I felt as though I was just shouting into the void, not knowing whether anyone heard me or cared.
Then Connie suggested I open the site to comments, and I resisted fiercely for about a couple of weeks because I’d seen how other websites had been overrun by trolls and other such pond scum, and I just did not have the patience to deal with that. So she suggested that I ban anonymous comments, requiring people to register their email addresses first, and reluctantly I agreed.
Now I can’t function without comments, or to be more specific, not only my Readers’ feedback and arguments, but the several friendships which have arisen from this contact. So the past week or so, where I’ve just been shouting into the void again, made it unbelievably difficult to summon up the motivation to post anything at all, and I have to tell you, I found it difficult to write about anything.
So if the past Time Of Silence sucked, content-wise, please forgive me. I’ll Try To Do Better — but already I’ve noticed that it’s easier to do so.
Welcome back, y’all — and that comes straight from the heart.
All that said, over the next week, Tech Support and I (mostly Tech Support) will be rebuilding this website completely: new dedicated server, fuck off Hosting Matters, etc.
The format should remain the same, and it should happen more or less seamlessly; but if you hit that shortcut / bookmark and you get this:
…for an hour or so, please be patient. Just know that I will be chafing and biting my lip as much or more than you are. TS has promised to keep me, and you degenerates informed as much as possible (his word, not mine; as though a fixation with seditious ramblings, guns, cars and boobs is degenerate).