Another Dark Little Corner
Started this before change to "New Blogger", as backup in case of trouble with digiphoto blog "In a Small Dark Room", or rants & links blog "Hello Cruel World" . Useful - at one stage Dark Room was there, but like the astrophysical Dark Matter, we could't see it ... better now, but kept Just In Case.
There is nothing. There is no God and no universe, there is only empty space, and in it a lost and homeless and wandering and companionless and indestructible Thought. And I am that thought. And God, and the Universe, and Time, and Life, and Death, and Joy and Sorrow and Pain only a grotesque and brutal dream, evolved from the frantic imagination of that same Thought. Mark Twain (letter to Joseph Twichell after his wife's death)
[me, on a bad day]
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Preditors and Editors
Everything you wanted to know about literary agents
On the getting of agents
(and my Wish List)
Yeah, well, "Hello Cruel World" (main www.vandaljewels.net does seem to be back - have even made s0me improvements in it by editing layout, but "In a Small Dark Room" seems to have just vanished away
Back Into the Matrix
After watching Reloaded the second time, and being the last to leave the theatre, I found myself alone, after opening the exit door, in a silent squeaky clean white-walled walkway. It felt like the portal in the movie, where there were rows of white doors along a long corridor. To my surprise, I saw a large poster of many Agent Smiths on a wall. It felt scary for a while, as if it were an renactment of the fight scene in the corridor. As I pushed another door at the end of the walkway open, I returned to the "real" world. I was... back in the Matrix.