The Core Dump

The original page, which has been sitting on my computer going nowhere for two and a half years now {a statement which is all the more ironic as another two full years has passed, since I wrote the last}, looked something like this:

The Dump

Write another book that I won't bother to market? I don't think so.

Call it an emotional purge, an honorific to A Muse who momentarily blessed me with their presence, but did not gift me with the Will to make it more of a reality, so perhaps this was all that was ever required or even desired.

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Taken from life, to be sure, but twisted so much, nothing real ever remains. Photos not necessarily linked to inspiration; and more often that not shot after the fact to fit a need, to fill a hole.

The original conception of the project is completely dead. At this point, I'm just going to post the images in this file that are worth posting and move on. And rather than telling some story, which was part of the original conceit, I will say what I like.

For instance, this image was taken during The Eclipse, the big one of a few years back. And the watery oasis shown is nothing like the surrounding hills, which I guess, is why they turned this into a park.

Anyway, I like the image. And although it might be nice to attach a story to this image, the real story for this image is that any (and I do mean, any) story I constructed for this image would either be taken at face value (by certain unnamed others, sign a release, babe) or interpreted as cover: i.e. an outlandish lie, behind which the truth could hide... for I have been known to spin a tale or two... and/or hide behind the same.

Anyhow, the total and complete story is that another (a total and complete stranger who I can remember nothing about, except for that they were likely even older than I) was walking their dog (unleashed, the law breaker), and playing fetch into the water (which was posted as harbouring some disease). And all in all, it seemed like a pretty darn good photo opportunity to yours truly.

But if that doesn't suffice, then I ran into an Alien Envoy (their spaceship being the cause of the aforementioned eclipse). And he/she/it had had quite enough of us humans by then and was spending some quality time with the planet's dominant species (the dog) or something like that.

Anyway, that's my story. But if you want the Real Story, you'll have to talk to that certain unnamed other (hey, sign a release, already), as even though they weren't there (and in fact, were thousands of miles away at the time), they're convinced they know The Truth, The Whole Truth, and Nothing But The Truth.

To which all Mulder and I have to say is The Truth Is Out There and it most certainly involves Alien Others of the most Kinky Dog Loving Kind.

This shall be the last of the bookkeeping posts. This project is what it is, which is a purging of old content.

Want a Self Portrait?

Here you go.

It doesn't get much rawer than this.

And as to that whole Meta Thing, I have said enough. I will leave it to your vivid imagination to fill in the rest.

These first four images (in their full resolution glory... along with a few other photographs, not used) represent over 50megs of data. At this point, a major reason to be done with this page is to purge those bits from the system.

Oh, and for those (yeah, I'm talking to you, here, luscious one), who think I talk too much about writing times, data weights, and so on, what can I say? I am speaking my mind. And it (all of those its) factor more into the creation of this page than one might realize.

Anyway, I think I already mentioned (so why not mention it again) that the original concept for this page was to juxtapose images against stories.

And one can work from Image to Story. But I, also, started a Running List of ideas: i.e. Stories in search of a Suitable Image.

These, then, be my Running Notes for this project:

I like the idea of thumbnail pictures with short blurbs.

Off Phone: Use it or lose it Writing

Character with an overloaded backpack paired with...

Octopus Lady: Multiple Arms. Multiple Purses.

Spit. Handkerchief. Old folks home. "Now it's my turn."

Night Wife

On Giving Autographs: The only thing I'll sign are pictures of me [something you don't want to see, feel, or imagine; and thus, it has been tastefully redacted].

Church of the Mechanical Machine

Autopsy Auburn: "I'd like to do my own autopsy before I die."


This image was not saved with the others. But this is as good a place to hang it as any other.

I think the locale lends itself to The Story... whatever The Story is.

And if that doesn't do it for you, I can advise that it depicts the setting for much of F-Plus: A Fun Farce of a Fantasy Fit for the Entire Freak'n Family.

So, maybe a better way of saying it all (in regards to this page) is Been There, Done That. And now, it is time to wrap these pictures up, move on, and admit (to myself and any interested others) that I don't want to layout my Web-Pages anywhere near as complicated as this.