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Nov. 4th, 2002 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transmothra70% of rams are gay. (source: NPR) (also here)
i was watching the Ken Burns documentary on Thomas Jefferson (PBS), when they mentioned the ill-advised Alien and Sedition Acts of 1798 (not his fault) ...it gave me a most brilliant idea for a new story; an alternate-history sci-fi. i cannot explain further, for i do fear that this is one idea which should not be let loose before its time is come, let alone allowed onto the internet, where it can be claimed by someone else! i feel sure that someone, somewhere, at some time and in some way, has already explored this idea, for there are only so many ways one can present a sort of post- alt.history story. yet i feel i must write this novel. it will give me ample room to voice my own distaste for much of american politics and allow me to present what i feel will be an interesting take on alt.history as a sci-fi subgenre. i never really intended my novel-in-progress to be anything more than a convenient exercise in willpower, creativity and tenaciousness anyway. i do intend to finish it, of course, and i may not, but at least i'll get some of this rust shaken loose fom the gears in my head.
i thought today, for some reason, of my maternal grandfather, whom i have not seen since i was around two years of age, if i ever indeed saw him at all. i do not know whether or not he or my maternal grandmother is even living, and i do not care, except that i wouldn't mind laying on them a nice guilt trip, my own salvation be damned. they live very very close by, in fact technically they reside in the same city, if alive. i have driven by the house a few times, and even once or twice since i moved back here two years ago from Florida. big, nice two-story house with giant satellite dish in the back and a separate garage. probably a basement as well. things i never had. if memory serves, he, one Robert Harris, owned or owns the local drive-in theatre, as well as another venue, i believe. i am confident that whatever inheritance trickles its way down through the various genetic filters will never reach me, and likely with that intention, born out of sheer ignorance; either that, or i have simply been totally forgotten. i have not heard one word from that motherfucker in all my life. when i graduated from high school (as senior class president, no less - although not allowed to attend my own grad ceremony, for hilarious but completely irrelevant reasons), i even made the gesture of inviting them. so there's just another damn way i got fucked in life, and will never get my fair share of advantages such as the minutest portion of that bastard's estate. one lousy brick, one dollar - anything to make up for the deafening silence i have felt for thirty-one years, one week, and one day of a largely miserable and lonely life.
my site is still down, and my email is not getting to me. and just when i found a classified ad for a webmaster, now i can't send the email or point to my online resume and portfolio. if anyone needs to get hold of me for the next few days, i can be reached at transmothra@hotmail.com (assuming my -wtf is it they give you now? four bytes?- allowed diskspace can hold out).
i was watching the Ken Burns documentary on Thomas Jefferson (PBS), when they mentioned the ill-advised Alien and Sedition Acts of 1798 (not his fault) ...it gave me a most brilliant idea for a new story; an alternate-history sci-fi. i cannot explain further, for i do fear that this is one idea which should not be let loose before its time is come, let alone allowed onto the internet, where it can be claimed by someone else! i feel sure that someone, somewhere, at some time and in some way, has already explored this idea, for there are only so many ways one can present a sort of post- alt.history story. yet i feel i must write this novel. it will give me ample room to voice my own distaste for much of american politics and allow me to present what i feel will be an interesting take on alt.history as a sci-fi subgenre. i never really intended my novel-in-progress to be anything more than a convenient exercise in willpower, creativity and tenaciousness anyway. i do intend to finish it, of course, and i may not, but at least i'll get some of this rust shaken loose fom the gears in my head.
i thought today, for some reason, of my maternal grandfather, whom i have not seen since i was around two years of age, if i ever indeed saw him at all. i do not know whether or not he or my maternal grandmother is even living, and i do not care, except that i wouldn't mind laying on them a nice guilt trip, my own salvation be damned. they live very very close by, in fact technically they reside in the same city, if alive. i have driven by the house a few times, and even once or twice since i moved back here two years ago from Florida. big, nice two-story house with giant satellite dish in the back and a separate garage. probably a basement as well. things i never had. if memory serves, he, one Robert Harris, owned or owns the local drive-in theatre, as well as another venue, i believe. i am confident that whatever inheritance trickles its way down through the various genetic filters will never reach me, and likely with that intention, born out of sheer ignorance; either that, or i have simply been totally forgotten. i have not heard one word from that motherfucker in all my life. when i graduated from high school (as senior class president, no less - although not allowed to attend my own grad ceremony, for hilarious but completely irrelevant reasons), i even made the gesture of inviting them. so there's just another damn way i got fucked in life, and will never get my fair share of advantages such as the minutest portion of that bastard's estate. one lousy brick, one dollar - anything to make up for the deafening silence i have felt for thirty-one years, one week, and one day of a largely miserable and lonely life.
my site is still down, and my email is not getting to me. and just when i found a classified ad for a webmaster, now i can't send the email or point to my online resume and portfolio. if anyone needs to get hold of me for the next few days, i can be reached at transmothra@hotmail.com (assuming my -wtf is it they give you now? four bytes?- allowed diskspace can hold out).
