http://www.gallowmere.com/ en Copyright 2011 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 14:53:10 -0400 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss two and a half years ago, I announced that Haruki Murakami AKA God Almighty had a new book coming out titled 1Q84. Well today it's been released, and I possess in my hands a copy of it. I've done my best to avoid any kind of spoiler about it over this period of time. And now I have it to go fresh into. Can't wait to delve into it. It's going to be pure surreal heaven! See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/10/#000101 http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/10/#000101 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 14:53:10 -0400 Shitter for quite a while, you can follow me on it through: @ToddSGallows See you there, but more importantly, See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/07/#000100 http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/07/#000100 Sat, 30 Jul 2011 14:47:23 -0400 "Mah gurlfren leff me an ah feel like a bum. Ah loss mah job an when ah wank ah can't cum!" ~ The Vomits http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/05/#000099 http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/05/#000099 Fri, 13 May 2011 12:10:40 -0400 Catherine surfacing about every 1/3 of a year. I just watched this trailer: Now that I am a bit more accustomed to the overall weirdness of it, the Haruki Murakami influences are all too obvious. It's Japanese first of all... I mean, shit all those wacky Japanese people think alike! But in all seriousness, it's about a man living a solitary existence who meets a mysterious woman and gets taken into a netherworld full of wild surrealism, and hard-boiled detective tropes. A world where he is pulled into meeting outlandish characters, and a lot of strange sex. The biggest giveaway, however, are the sheep men, taken right out of A Wild Sheep Chase, and Dance, Dance, Dance. Besides being heavily influenced by the man I can only dream to be as great of a writer as, it just looks fun, and unique. It's not about grizzled soldiers carrying guns. It's not about wizards and knights. It's something really different, and I dig that. I look forward to it if and when it gets a North American release.]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/02/#000098 http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/02/#000098 Wed, 23 Feb 2011 11:48:22 -0400 HERE I cannot be responsible for the bleeding from the ears this may cause. Use your ears without fear. And I will use my eyes when I... See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/02/#000097 http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/02/#000097 Mon, 07 Feb 2011 19:30:01 -0400 I just realized that my last entry had the look and feel of being a last entry; the look and the feel of a final entry. Not the case. I'm still here, and still the same old Todd S. Gallows: cynical, under-emotional, eccentric, a laugh-o-holic, and obsessed with morbidity and surrealism. Exactly a month after my last day of slave labour at [Pages], I got hired to a new job at [Miskatonic University] in the department of [Inhumane Media and Technology] as an office boy/room sitter. I'm not in love with this job, but it's a job and not a career. It's a simple enough job, and I enjoy the environment. Most of the people I deal with are my friends, classmates, and professors anyway. It's not as inconvenient to my schedule as [Pages] was. It's also not as soul draining and I'm sure I will never have to worry about getting hit on by crazy fat ladies, asked where books for masturbation are, taking wallets out of old men's back pockets, watching babies dip their hands in their diapers and then rubbing their hands all over books, or best yet, almost having to slice open the neck of a piece of belligerent trailer trash. In my creative life, I haven't done anything with my novel or the screenplay, though I've been having dozens of ideas of things I can do to improve them. But until the end of March, my main focus will be my project for advanced animation. It is an adaptation of one of my favourite Brothers Grimm fairytales The Bird, The Mouse, and The Sausage. In the original tale, a bird, a mouse, and a sentient sausage all live together in a house. Each one has a certain task to fulfill. For example, the sausage prepares the food and then jumps into the pot to roll around the food and give it flavour. But one day, they decide to switch what their designated tasks are. It ultimately leads them to miserable fates. I've said it before, and I will say it until I'm in the grave, I love the Brothers Grimm. In my love letter to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, I will be recreating their story, but with three humans instead. Each of the characters have different animation styles, and they decide to switch things up like in the original tale. You can wait and see how things work out for them. I have it all planned out and already started production. I have settled on the fact that this is definitely the stuff I want to do in my future. Not animation, just film making in general. I'm a neophyte in this stuff, especially compared to my friend [Gomez Calavera], but I'll get there eventually. I wanted to take the safe bet of going to law school after this, but I'd probably be even more bored as a lawyer than I was as a book store clerk. It's the end of the first month of the year, but I never listed my resolutions. Let's face it, resolutions are for breaking. But let's just entertain the thought for a second. What do I want to do this year? I want to read more, I haven't had much time to read at all. The last book I think I read was Felipe Alfau's Locos: A Comedy of Gestures, which was a brilliantly playful and surreal novel that's just as good as somebody like Italo Calvino's work but nobody seems to know about it. I finally got a copy of Matthew Stokoe's novel Cows, which I've wanted since high school. Apparently, it's like The Wasp Factory... put through a meat grinder tainted with e. coli, then pasted back together with steroids, LSD, and the reels of snuff films. It should be a hoot. Other than that, it's the usual. I want to be more productive. I want to get [The Obscure Opus] out there, and work on the screenplay that was once [The Noxious Novel]. And I'll see if I can work on a few other short film projects. As hectic as it can be doing them, they're a lot of fun. Well, that's it for now! See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/01/#000096 http://www.gallowmere.com/2011/01/#000096 Sun, 30 Jan 2011 13:11:42 -0400 Hey, so guess what! More drama ensued at [Pages] at the beginning of the month, just as I thought things were getting better. I figured, a part-time job isn't worth the trouble that was coming with it, so I decided to call the regional manager (because my manager was fired and the day after the assistant manager quit) to give him my 2 weeks notice. I worked my last shift a week ago, and now it's finally set in that I am unemployed. It was an interesting 4 1/4 years, but it's time to move on to other things. School's out this month too, so I've been living a bohemian life. I did nothing but fuck around and sleep last week. This week, I'll actually try and do something productive before things resume at [Miskatonic University] in January. To [Pages], I say: So long, and thanks or all the fish! And to the rest, I say... See everyone in hell! http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/12/#000095 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/12/#000095 Sun, 26 Dec 2010 11:50:09 -0400 Total Recall when he was out in the harsh atmosphere of Mars. The part where his animatronic head started swelling up to the point that his eyes popped out of them; I had no time to breathe. Relentless shifts, left me feeling less like Todd S. Gallows the writer, and more like Todd S. Gallows the corporate slave. But alas, I've finally been given some liberation. The device with the martian hand print has been activated, and the gust of oxygen has come rolling down the hills. I've been off for four days, and I don't have to go back until the end of this week. It doesn't mean that I'm dumping these thoughts while lounging around in Death Valley, sipping hydrochloric acid through a crazy straw stuck in a bull's skull, however. I still have school to deal with, but [Miskatonic] never feels like a burden to me. I have a couple major projects which will involve shooting films, so I will need to be at my me-est. I am starting to feel this way again. I'm recharged and hopelessly fucked in the head. The static is more like film grain now. I feel creative, and playfully ominous. When I write, I don't just try to dribble out the words necessary to express my thoughts. I take more time with my wording, and look things over. When I look at my work, I don't see alphabet soup, I see brush strokes, empty slots, stencils, puzzle pieces and paste. I see a lot of that in [The Obscure Opus]. I plan on reworking it over December, and as for [The Noxious Novel], I still won't have a time to finish it off before the end of the year, but I have new plans for it. For my projects, I've been doing some screenplays, and realized it's actually quite fun, and not as rigorous as prose writing. I decided that I'm going to convert it into a script. I'm not counting on it getting purchased. It seems harder to get a movie script purchased than a novel, but it's practice, and I'll do what I can to get it to at least get a foot in the door somewhere some time. It's still a pre-op right now, but eventually [The Noxious Novel] will become [The Mortiferous Movie Script]. I've had ideas which I've gotten partway into and realized that they wouldn't work, but for this one, I was beginning to get a real feel for the concept and the characters. Time (which is ironically part of the concept) just wasn't willing to give me the time of day. Wow, things are a mess, and it shows. The Stenographersaurus just read back to me the last few lines of this, and I wound up getting tangled up in a spiderweb made of barbed wire and tangled phone cords with piles of laundry and pizza boxes strewn all over. As for Gallowmere - I still don't have a beat. This site is a mess in a neatly designed package. I love books, movies, writing, ranting, and weirdness, but to properly organize and articulate these things and have a sense of consistency is something I'll need to figure out how to do. I might abandon the design provided by The Prince of Darkness, for something new to set up doing what I want to do whenever I figure out what that is. But before then... See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/11/#000094 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/11/#000094 Sun, 07 Nov 2010 11:20:32 -0400 ...Thoughts...get...typed...here... ...Somehow...they...they...they...they manage...to... ... ... ooze...in...my...mind...and they...manifest themselves into words... in...this space... ... It's been a lousy month so far. It started off with special agents with slicked hair, suits, and specs storming [Pages] and removing some employees. Some were shackled and taken away to secret prisons. Unbeknown to me as well as probably most of the people at [Pages] was that secret spy cams had been installed to capture footage of us working to spot corruption and incompetence or at least make allegations of such misdeeds. Or maybe, they simply wanted it to sell on the black market. As well, a few other colleagues have been on vacation. My schedule at [Miskatonic] this year has most of my classes jampacked into 2 days, so that frees my time to work at [Pages], and boy, has my time ever been freed. I've been getting scheduled in almost every day this month. This is on top of October usually being the most assignment heavy part of the semester. Not to mention that one of the programs I'm in has no exams for most of the courses, so they instead pile on the amount of assignments you get. When it acid rains, it pours. Every minute I have is spoken for, and then some. My plan was to have [The Noxious Novel] finished by December... That's not happening. I can't remember the last time I touched it, and there was still a fair amount to do. When it comes to life, I'm good at keeping it all together. But I've just been feeling drained lately. With everything that has transpired recently at [Pages] recently, having to be there for almost everyday of the aftermath, not getting much time to be alone to really ruminate, and having it effect my academic and already limited personal life, has left me numb. Number (heh... heh... just realized that's a homograph) than usual, my brain feels totally dried out. I crack open the papyrus to work on [The Noxious Novel] and I just wind up staring at it for hours until I realize I have to go to school, or to work, or go to school then go to work, or go to work then go to school. This part-time job was always meant to be lower on my list of what's important to me. The top being my own personal projects and affairs, the next being school. My part-time job was to be somewhere in the middle of the list, only beating out doing chores, running errands, and managing expenses. So then why is it that it's taking up most of my time. I started having reservations about this store since the end of '08, but now, I am pretty much through with it. I roll my eyes almost every time I have to go in. I never planned on making a career out of it, but I thought I'd easily be able to stick it through until I finished off at [Miskatonic] University. I doubt I can stick with working there for even another hour when I'm there. Half the time I just want to find where the hidden cameras are, yank them out, and dump them in the toilets near the food court so they can watch something which best represents the way that I feel about being spied on. If and when I do quit, it won't be any time too immediate because I know my boss [Amber Danielweski] is probably having a worse time than I am with all of this, and I wouldn't want to screw her over since she's been nothing but great during my time at [Pages]. If and when I do leave, I'll not work for a few months, so that I can focus on school and/or personal projects depending on the time of year that I would choose to. Until then, See everyone in hell! http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/10/#000093 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/10/#000093 Thu, 21 Oct 2010 17:54:29 -0400 The ear wear in question: Sony MDR-J10 h.Ear Headphones as shown in the image there. They cost about 20-30 bucks. I have an mp3 player because I find listening to music or podcasts helps long waits and trips go by that much better. It also drowns out hearing the inane chatter, the crying babies, the arguing couples, the gurgles and groans of the handicapped, and most importantly, it's supposed to let weirdos know I don't want to talk, not having much luck with that... The character stood there staring at me, so I made smalltalk, then he stood there a bit longer and then vanished. That night was overall a disaster. On the bus, some human germ infestation sat beside me sneezing the largest, slimiest sneezes. He had red, gooey bumps all over his mouth. Across from me sat a handicapped man who told me all about how he plans to get a job in construction. When I returned to my padded cell, I just wanted to wash it all off of me and go on with my life. The next day, I had to take the bus to work again. When I sat down, the character was there. He stared at me. I acknowledged him and he extended his hand. I shook it, not 100% sure why, and at that time, I didn't even know why he wanted to shake my hand. I assumed he thought there was some major bond formed between us from him asking me about my headphones. Because of my stupid job I have become really adept at pretending to be amiable. I listen to what almost anybody says until they run out of breath, I reply with corny jokes where needed, I put on the canned smile, I look for social cues to respond to. It doesn't take much effort to do so. When I shook the character's hand, he stared at me with his piercing eyes and pointed one finger up and said something. I had to remove my headphones and hear what he said, "We need to talk." I shrugged and said "Uh, OK". I didn't know when he wanted to, and I certainly didn't know what he wanted to talk about. He had some course calendar book for the [Ye Faithful Zealot] religious school that's on the campus of [Miskatonic University]. I thought he wanted to talk to me about God or some shit, or maybe he wanted to sell me something, or maybe he wanted to tell me about a business opportunity. I've had people approach me about all of those things in the past, so I am desensitized to a fault when it comes to that. The character sat there staring at me. A few minutes passed and he said it again, "We need to talk." He then stood up and said, "Everybody, could I have your attention? I am being followed. THIS MAN IS A SPY FROM CSIS! He's been following me! I know he has! He's a spy from CSIS! He's a spy from CSIS!" Of course he was pointing at me. I didn't really react, I just sat there thinking, "For fuck's sake... Once again, weird things happening to me." I looked over to the people beside me and they were just saying, "Calm down." I was saying, "What's going on?" The character then said, "Let me off the bus! Let me off the bus!" So the bus driver obliged and the character bolted from the bus. I looked for him and saw him darting off for a mile before the bus pulled away. Well you heard the man, I'm a spy, a spy who's so good that he can hide his identity from himself. What an asshole. I admit, I can do things which seem pretty clandestine. I may or may not be mysterious looking since I tend to wear all black, or at least dark clothing, sunglasses, and those ungodly headphones. But still, it was completely uncalled for for him to make that accusation in a public place, and to react that way. All I want to do is live in this little world that I have carved out for myself and be left alone by hoi polloi zombies and whack-jobs alike. So for this shithead to draw unwanted attention to me for bizarre accusations, it's an unforgivable sin. I am going to take the liberty of buying a knife and a cattle prod, so that if I see him again, I can at least have some fun. Overall, It was a surreal experience, and I'm sure it will make its way into a story in some shape or form someday. I'm sure there will be many more wacky adventures in my life. I hope no more feature this fucktard, but if I do happen to see him, I will have to let my inner sadist out. Until then, See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/09/#000092 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/09/#000092 Sat, 04 Sep 2010 11:55:49 -0400 In my life, I am like Billy Pilgrim from Slaughterhouse Five; I'm unstuck in time. And right now I'm back somewhere in the mid-90s. A child approaching the double digits, a Canadian living in America, already weird, so I feel like a space alien. I'm home from school, and what's this I see on TV? Two brothers with the same name planting landmines on people's lawns and disguising themselves as lawn inspectors to con people into getting them to remove the mines from their lawn so that the little brother could buy a jetpack. A superhero who might just be a madman who lives in a port-o-john, helping the boy out with a paper route and throwing the paper's so hard they almost go through people's chests. The same superhero later becoming a bowler using a ball that has a hamster in it that he communicates with telepathically. A crossing guard who can make people physically incapable of moving forward by holding up his sign. This is all in one episode of The Adventures of Pete and Pete. It instantly becomes one of my favourite shows. It's about two redheaded brothers named Pete Wrigley living in the fictional town of Wellsville in "The Sideburn State". Big Pete is a slightly dorky teenager who deals with sinister teachers such as a psychotic wood shop teacher who attaches different parts to his prosthetic hand (he lost the real one in an accident), and with the typical problems of growing up, figuring out if he wants to date his best friend Ellen, and dealing with his nemesis Endless Mike, a bully who has been in high school forever. Little Pete is who makes the show for me. He's a weirdo and a rebel who wears flannel hats, clothes too big for him, and has a different way of looking at things. He uses his own cuss words like "Blow hole" and constantly tells people to bite his neck hair. He often goes on surreal adventures, such as beating up the ocean, travelling back in time by crossing states during daylight savings hours, and befriending the elusive man who inspects underwear before packaging them. Their father is pretty much Homer Simpson. He's fat, bald, mediocre at everything, and can be idiotic though well meaning. Their mother is a quirky character who has a steel plate in her head which is featured as a character on the show and is able to receive radio transmissions from around the world. It has a very quirky and surreal sense of humour which I don't normally see in children's shows, hell, on TV altogether. Children's shows tend to be loud and silly, and deal with asshole kids who are unpopular but who would sell out their friends at the first opportunity to be popular. The Adventures of Pete and Pete has a sense of humour sort of like what can be found in Get A Life (which I might review later) or The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai, though maybe not as outrageous. What makes it work was that though it is so ridiculous, it's played straight. As outrageous as the things are that happen, and as bizarre as the characters are, nobody ever seems to be winking at the screen, or being outwardly jocular in tone. It also had a fairly decent production value. It has a feel which is organic, and kind of cinematic. That's to say, it doesn't seem like it was just shot on a sound stage like the children's shows which will show in the 2000s like Hannah Montana and iCarly. And it has some interesting stylistic choices, especially episodes like "Tool and Die", "Halloweenies", and "Pinned!" (an episode where people actually get murdered, and murdered in ridiculous ways). While I personally have no heart, the show has some heart too it. Not at all saccharine, but its way of showing the close but sometimes wavering bond between the Petes who are year apart in age is very compelling. They're best friends, but Big Pete often has to deal with teenage bullshit and Little Pete has to deal with the oppression of being a kid. They also often give serious dimension to people you'd never expect, like the weird superhero, a crossing guard who never goes home, and the solitary Ice Cream truck driver whose head is a giant scoop of ice cream. The musical choices are also pretty interesting. It doesn't go for music which was popular for the time, and it doesn't go for having the hippest playlist. The music mostly matches the quirkiness of the show. Such as the instrumentals of music from Stephen Merritt. The theme song "Hey Sandy" being played by grunge band Polaris on the Wrigley's lawn perfectly encapsulates the '90s. The show itself is the '90s; fuzzy, sophisticated but not high tech, slightly innocent but a lot of strange things under the surface. Not too many people I know even know of this show. I don't think it ever came on in Canada, but season 1 and 2 are on DVD. Paramount put season 3 on hold, but I have ehrm... taped versions of that one. I give this show '95/'90s See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/08/#000091 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/08/#000091 Fri, 27 Aug 2010 12:59:42 -0400 Happiness, and the over-the-top violence, sexual kinkiness, surrealism, and barmy horror of Takashi Miike's films of the late 90s and early noughts, you know, before he decided to become a jobber. The first movie of his I saw, Suicide Circle, got under my skin before I could realize it. And when I watched Strange Circus, I had to get back to it a year after watching the first 10 minutes of it because it had already gotten under my skin. Though of course, when I did watch it, it went in a completely different direction than I had imagined... then a million different more after that. That was the film where I started to feel the love. I've gone on to watch as many movies of his as I can find. Two weeks ago, I sat down to watch one of his latest releases, Love Exposure, and my mind's still smoking and wobbling around like hot rubber. This movie is a four hour long romance/black comedy/action/coming-of-age/religious satire, not particularly in that order, though at times, all of these things at once. Love Exposure is novelistic in scale with its wide and wild plot which really allows the story to breathe. Its protagonist Yu Tsunoda is a young man whose mother dies only after telling him that the girl he should fall in love with should have the traits of virgin Mary. After becoming a widower, his father Tetsu, a devout catholic, becomes a priest. He is dedicated to his job, and adheres to his duties until a troubled woman literally barges into his life. They have a love affair in a house they rent far away from the church. The relationship goes to shit quicker than relationships usually do, and it sends Tetsu off the rails. His sermons become harsh and accusatory, and he squeezes confessions out of his son. Yu eventually commits transgressions which become increasingly more sinful to win his father's attention. This eventually leads him to getting caught up with a band of troublemakers who get into fights and shoplift. From there, it leads to him getting upskirt photos of girls, flipping and rolling around like a ninja and taking snapshots of their panties. His father reacts extremely negatively to this, causing Yu to take even more pictures. His pastime eventually leads to him making a bet with one of his friends to see who can take the best upskirt photo. He loses, and has to dress up as a woman and kiss a girl while speaking in an effeminate voice. So dressed up as a woman named Ms. Scorpion, he sees a girl about to be attacked by a gang of thugs. He intervenes, kisses her, sees traits of Virgin Mary in her, and gets his first erection. The girl is Yoko, and it later turns out that this girl is the step daughter of Koike, the woman who had an affair with his father. To complicate things, his father falls back in love with Koike after she chases him down and knocks his car into a lake. Yoko is in love with the woman Yu was dressed up as, but has no interest in Yu himself. Complicating things even further is a creepy girl named Saori who has a profoundly fucked up past. She has been keeping a close eye on Yu, and eventually wedges herself into the relationship, saying that she is actually Ms. Scorpion. This is only the first hour and a half of the movie, and from this point on, it only gets weirder... Having spoiled enough, I will just say that it leads to a genre hopping journey which involves a sinister cult, shady porn dealers, sex, seppuku, blood baths, and a whole lot more. I thoroughly enjoyed this movie, and it has easily done for me what Taxidermia, Ex-Drummer, and Synecdoche, New York did for me last year in being the most wild and refreshing movies which pulled my intestines out of my navel and smacked me with them. The plot is weird, original, sprawling and unpredictable. The acting is over-the-top. The humour is absurd beyond belief, yet it has real heart (and various other body parts) to it. It had a decent soundtrack. I will always hear the second movement of Beethoven's seventh symphony anytime I think of this movie. The J-Pop wasn't too bad either. I think a couple songs did annoy me. As for the cinematography, it was decently shot. There weren't any awe-inspiring shots, however, and I'm not too wild about it being shot digitally, and everything does look a little bright and colourful, but it doesn't really contradict the movie's tone. Also, a part involving a penis amputation sort of had its impact dampened by the fact that the penis was blurred out. I understand it's a legal issue as to why genitals both male and female can't be shown in their films, but it's a little disconcerting. And I find the law stupid. If it's necessary for the theme, or subject matter, parts shouldn't be blurred out for the sake of a stupid law. Not that I personally need or desire to see full frontal nudity in every movie I see. Heaven knows I felt pretty sick after seeing Shortbus, but that might have to do with the movie being total trash. I'm doing it... I'm going off topic big time. But anyway, Love Exposure: Brilliant movie. I like movies which are a little messy and loose, and as long as they're not too much so. That's what this movie was, and that's why I found it to be perfect. 10/10 See everyone in hell!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/08/#000089 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/08/#000089 Thu, 05 Aug 2010 23:08:24 -0400 5/10]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/07/#000088 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/07/#000088 Thu, 15 Jul 2010 13:50:18 -0400 I don't know where I am. If somebody can find me, please rescue me. There will be a cash reward. Oh wait, here I am! Alive and well. I'll go through a few updates as I dust off the dirt and branches I'd been buried in. 1) I moved into my own private padded cell. In this cell, nobody can hear my screams, and better yet, the screams of my victims. 2) I got accepted into that Multimedia program at [Miskatonic University]. I'll be taking courses in graphic design, digital video, and animation. There are other courses later on that I would like to take like Digital Rhetoric, and the course on videogames taught by [Dr. Macintosh], who I've had before. My degree will be a combined Honours in Multimedia and English. I am well aware that a bachelor's degree is less useful than tissue paper, which is why I am not getting that one alone. But my hopes are that the program will help me be a better writer, and more analytical reader. Though I am wary of the fact that getting too analytical can suck the fun right out of any medium. I fall somewhere in between, I guess. 3) I've been sneaking in as much as I can for [The Noxious Novel]. I haven't gotten much done because my schedule had been hectic over the last month, but the realm of Gallowmere is slowly coming back into order. Or whatever order this world can be in. So there's that. Soon, once I get my workstation in my cell set up, I will recommence doing my daily doodles. Until then... See everyone in hell! http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/06/#000087 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/06/#000087 Fri, 25 Jun 2010 10:40:37 -0400 "People have really gotten comfortable not only sharing more information and different kinds, but more openly and with more people. That social norm is just something that has evolved over time." What the Zuck? Count me out. That was a while ago, but the news only hit me recently. That was enough for me to finally go on Google (a company which ironically has its wacky ideas on how to treat privacy) and find out how to close it down for good. I found this link. That was over a week ago, and now I have to wait another week for it to finally be gone. I still have to wonder how gone it will really be, but I'll just have to keep my eyes open. I don't count this as a victory against Big Brother. Obviously there's so much out there about me and of me that they could make a digital clone of me, and nobody would know any different. But this is a small step into the caves. Until then... See everyone in hell, and not on Facebook!]]> http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/05/#000086 http://www.gallowmere.com/2010/05/#000086 Tue, 18 May 2010 22:23:21 -0400