November 14th, 2003

flavored with age

Ibble yadda blap, boss!

Man, I just noticed that my last three entries here have been nothing but tarting for the Ludic Log. I apologize for that, because (a) it's cheap and predictable and (b) I've met some pretty spiffy folks via this here LJ thing and I hate to shortchange them by making all my posts nothing but referrals to my "real" website.

The fact is, I just haven't had a lot to say lately that I haven't said elsewhere. Between nerd porn, and whittling away at my crappy novel, and doing freelance work, and frittering away my empty work hours screaming at people on message boards about Jandek, and trying to read once in a goddamn while, and hanging out with my friends out here in the non-pixellated world, and writing other stuff for money and not-for-money, and all that other happy horseshit, I honestly don't have the time to think of funny, insightful, clever, or even retarded things to say around here. (Here's something that could have been its own post: the Iraqi intifada begins today! Pretty retarded, eh?)

Anyway, it's a pointed irony that the more actual writing work I get, the more I neglect stuff like my novel and my imaginary internet friends. And, of course, despite the fact that this has been my most productive year ever as a writer, I still beat myself up near-daily for being too lazy. But in the end, I tell myself: we'll, you're missing out on stuff not just because you're a slug, but because you have real paid writing work to do, and that's what you've always wanted, so at least you're ignoring your obligations for a good reason. But, on t'other hand, you're still ignoring them. So, sorry about that.

I'll try and be more conscientious about this thing, because if there's one thing more pathetic than a grown man who keeps a diary like a 14-year-old girl, it's a grown man who keeps a diary like a 14-year-old-girl and never updates it.

More to come.
flavored with age

ATTENTION ARTSY TYPES

As I mentioned some time ago in an entry I am too lazy to look up, I am writing, for publication on my log around Christmastime, a children's story. Well, sort of. It's a children's story for adults, or for children who are kind of fucked up. At any rate, it's a quasi-children's story, tentatively called "The Christmassiest Elf", about a North Pole resident whose greatest dream is to accompany S. Claus on his rounds, and whether or not he will get his wish. Reflecting my nerdiness, the story will be in rhyme.

Anyway, I have lately been thinking that the thing would be super-sweet if it was illustrated. There would, of course, be zero pay for this, but you would have the satisfaction of doing a bunch of difficult, time-consuming work for a person you barely know, so there's that. If you're an artsy type, particularly a drawsy type, and you'd be interested in possibly collaborating on this here thing-wad, then give me a shout below and I'll get you the details sooner and the script later.

(ON EDIT and on the advice of calamityjon, himself an artsy type if not a fartsy type, it probably would work out even snazzier if a whole gaggle of drarrers each contributed a panel or two. Once again, no $, but I'm happy to barter, to give you credit here and on my website, and to do anything else you'd like to participate in my likkle holy day project.

Again, if you're interested, drop me a line (leonard at ludickid dot com), and I'll get you the basic info right away and the script when it's done, which should be next weekend at the latest. Thanky-hoo!

And Jesus thanks you.
flavored with age

A list for Friday, November 14th, 2003, that has no coherent theme whatsoever

1. Lawrence Taylor
2. Metalstorm: the Destruction of Jared-Syn
3. "Nobody knows food like a fat Mexican!"
4. bafflegab
5. Janeane Garofalo
6. the story about the woman who nails the enemy general's head to the floor with a tent peg
7. Chik'n in a Biskit
8. Sleepytime Gorilla Museum
9. the one where Kang the Conquerer is urging a future society to perpetual warfare, only it turns out to be just a recording
10. Jim Thompson's Pop. 1280