Saturday, July 30, 2011
Speech Therapy
Took a while to hack through these cobwebs with this machete. Struggled clearing through all this dust with an industrial strength leaf blower. But finally, I'm once again deep in Gallowmere's Wazoo. Admittedly, in this realm, time's a wonky element. It doesn't operate the way it does in the real world. But even in Gallowmere time, it's been way too long since I last came here and threw a few lumps of coal black thoughts into the the burner. I'd been distracted, and the flame had been dissipating due to the disappointing events of 2011. This is a year which I can see getting lost in the time vacuum in the near future. Projects of mine that I had high hopes for ended up being unmitigated disasters. As well, I dealt with other series of disappointing events. As [Gomez Calavera] would say, I was "PIIIIIIISSSSSSSED!" But I think it was just the perfect medicine.
I noticed that I didn't have the exact voice that I'd developed over the writing of [The Obscure Opus]. The style got a lot softer, a lot tamer, as if I was trying to bite with teeth made out of marshmallows. There were many factors for this. I'd been becoming evermore complacent over the last few years, and the piss and vinegar fueling me had diluted a tad. I had been getting too lost in the act of life, and I forgot to don the armour of cynicism, and the shield of misanthropy, but here it is once again in full effect! Also, essay writing at [Miskatonic University] and I guess any academic institution can be quite dry and restricting. Everything has to be tidy and serious. If you've gotten this far with this entry, you'll know that my writing is hardly ever tidy and serious.
But I've taken some time to myself to reassess things. I'm regaining this voice slowly but surely. Lamenting life, and remembering that humanity is rife with charlatans, degenerates, sycophants, and phonies and to take this entire race with a grain of salt, honey, and lemon juice if I want to stay insane. To remember that there's a joke in almost everything.
I have a project in the works which I've been working on draft after draft to coat it with the tar of darkness and sprinkles of bone dust for the humour. More on it as the project shapes up, and if it goes the way I want, and doesn't become a failure like a couple of the last ones I wrote and/or filmed. There will be more to come.
Gallowmere is about due for an update. I should make it more 2011 compatible. No promises of when I will get to doing that, but sooner than later. And for the five people who actually visit this page, if you ever need a dose of deadpan darkness, I am floating on other places of the intertubes.
For example, I've been on the Shitter for quite a while, you can follow me on it through: @ToddSGallows
See you there, but more importantly,
See everyone in hell!
