Some news and other things

In the words of Elton John in "Rocket Man" it's been a "long long long long time" since I've posted, obviously. I couldn't tell you why, because I don't know myself. I guess I just didn't feel like writing anything, so I didn't. I don't know if anybody clicks on the other links, but the other web sites I run are on their deathbeds, at least in their current forms. Why? Because I'm lazy and don't feel like doing a site that requires (in theory) at least an update a week. I know it's ironic that I'm still doing this one, but let's not go there... I don't have to anything but type words and the occasional HTML code for the blog.

I suppose there are other reasons for my disinterest in webmastering. My partner in crime, Ken (see his blog in the links section), has all of the sudden taken it upon himself to start learning the basics of being a webmaster. Now, you might be thinking, as I did, that maybe some of the responsibilities of Dissention or Disconnected By Your Smile could be shifted his way. Well, to do some of the things I did, you'd have to have some advanced knowledge of HTML and Photoshop, neither of which he possesses at this time. Which is cool, 'cause he wants to do his own thing, and more power to him for that.

On that note, Dissention is dead. No more e/n content-based web site for me. It'll be replaced by the tentatively-named Kevin's Ultimate Waste of Space. Basically it will be a personal site with a bio, pictures, links, a subsite for my radio show, and whatever else I come up with at the time. It's more for people to find out a bit about me, since I have the hardest time actually, physically telling people about myself.

DBYS is also dead. Ken's work will be moved off since he's making his own site for that. I'll keep mine on for sure, as an archive of my past writing. But the poetry/songs won't be updated, as I want to take a break on that to focus on short stories. I don't think I have anything more to say with a song. Lately, whenever I want to write like that, I can't. I put my pen to the paper, or my fingers to the keyboard and nothing comes out. Not that I've written a plethora of stories either, but my experiences this year have led to some ideas and I want to commit them to a full-fledged piece of work.

If you're one of those rare people who liked my rants and essays, fear not because that's exactly why I'm keeping this blogger updated (I will do a better job this time, I swear). My trademark fucked-up humor and forever pessimistic attitude will still be alive and well on Disconnected.

I think that's all I have to say for now.