Quickies.

Yes, quickies. Like that sex you wish you never had. 45 seconds of bliss followed by a lifetime of shame... oh yes, you know the one... why didn't you ever call me back after that night anyway?

Oh, sorry, my bad. I was thinking out loud again.

Anyway, I've been working with some black-tie codes. Really fancy-schmancy if you're smellin' what I'm shoveling here. Working bit by bit on the redesign, to make a fantastic impact once everything is ready to roll.

As usual, nothing I'm writing makes total sense to anyone but me. Sorry kiddies, that's just how I am. I have ridiculous visions of great things, and each of those things is just around the corner, just beyond the horizon, or whatever other cliché little statement of proximity you prefer.

The fire is there... all I need is wood to burn. Somebody take an axe to these fucking trees already!

As I produce new and amazing things (as all my work is ridiculously amazing and unparalleled, I know) I will be keeping the masses (read: the 15 people who are actually reading this) informed about it all.

Also I just realized that the Heretik Times is now a year old. Maybe a birthday makeover will be in order, no? a small facelift, nothing major. I'll think about it, if I can manage to make the edits with this machine.

Either way, happy belated birthday to the blog. WOOT! Cake is in order. Delicious coldcake smothered in anchovies and mercury. lol.

If you don't get that joke, it's probably because only about one other person knows about it. You'll probably get it once Ramon gets his little side project off the ground. That cake there is his creation, not mine.

Anyway, time to sleep and pray that this isn't yet another Hell Week... work is kicking my ass, people. Wish me the best.

Until next time. Fred, out.

Detours Don't Last Forever.

So here I am yet again, typing updates by the ugly light of this deli... bringing you words at 15-minutes to 1AM courtesy of 24hour free wireless internet... the wireless at my apartment refuses to work for me, so I have to resort to this nonsense.

I'm still in the middle of the most fucked-up breath-holding lull EVER. It won't go on indefinitely though. In fact, I've already taken a few steps to alleviate the dust of these spacious times. I've recently picked up some fresh art supplies for inspiration's sake, and have already begun producing new works. All I need now is a scanner (and about a thousand other things), then I'll be set to share some new material.

Still working around the Gun issue... I'll keep you posted. The balancing act between work, life, and my passions is becoming somewhat less strenuous, but I'm by no stretch of the imagination adjusted yet. It kind of helps that I have no attachment whatsoever to the city I'm currently in. I can just focus on my own shit. It kind of sucks wishing you were with your old crew back home on a daily basis though.

Ah well. c'est la vie.

I'm still gettin' the Gun ready... believe it.

The Pursuit of Fulfillment

Greetings from the cold, dry fingertips of FDC:

I've spent the past few weeks re-evaluating a few things.... shifting my focus like the movements of glass elements in a lens. I've started what I hope will be the first of a series of proximal steps leading to an ultimate outcome here. I've been foraging like a fucking starved squirrel, gathering the many and varied pieces of my digital life into one solid focal point.

In short, I got all my files back in one place. Took a weekend trip down to the NYC for some MUCH NEEDED R&R after what was an extraordinarily stressful week, even by my standards of late.

For my part, I will say that my mind is quite like a cauldron at this point. It bubbles and foams over, frothing with the heat of creativity and running down the stony, black outer surface, caking sweet chalky potential over the microbumps, while the thick bottom remains awash in the ashes of twice-entertained ideas, long since commited to flames.

Wow, I don't know why I went all poetic there... weird. Anywho, as much as I lament my constant allusions, I have to say it again and again - there are several things in the works, but the primary focus is... well, you know. This is by far the longest bout of downtime in my recent history since like 2001, but I'm working everyday to bring that to a close - even at the risk of sacrificing my social integrity (more on that later).

Keep your minds & eyes open and ready to receive like a cheerleader on prom night, kids.

Fred, out.