I HAVE BEEN away. This is obvious to anyone, but proof of it may be found here.
BUT HERE IS THE ONLY PART OF THE STORY THAT MATTERS:
"The only way that this night could be more perfect is if I ran into Alan Moore, pan handling for money outside of Canter's. I would ask him: "Why are you pan handling outside of Canter's, Alan Moore?" and his answer would simply be "Magick." This would make unbelievable sense to me and I would give him a twenty dollar bill."
THANKS, Elan, for contacting me via "myspace." Sometimes myspace is very good. It does, after all, offer this (also via Elan).
BUT I NEED TO ESTABLISH A NEW MYSPACE POLICY, AND IT IS: no more myspace.
IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IS HAVING FUN THERE, but as I am old and slow and unable to keep up even with this simple tickertape machine, it feels unfair to let those poor people on myspace to go unanswered for so long.
I ACTUALLY TRIED TO DELETE THAT PAGE about a month ago. But now I will take a week to tell those poor souls and you people that ALL INTERNET CONTACT SHALL NOW OCCUR EXCLUSIVELY HERE.
With a side dabbling in Flickr.
AND TO THOSE PATIENT PEOPLE who defaced their books and sent in hobo nickels, I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU. I have all your letters, and you will be hearing from me, IN THE FUTURE.
That is all.