The much heralded return to originality


Here I sit in a library next door to the school from which I am taking my lunch break. My current readin' book sits next to the keyboard so I can find my place while the next screen loads. Only to promptly lose it at that moment.

I am at work on a number of things.

I know what book I want to write yet, but it's a tricksy one, and one I'm loathe to attack without a contract.

I have been designing a handful of new shirts for the Thtore (see sidebar) (announcement coming later this week).

I am working on various web-based art that will delight the masses or kill them for resisting.


Yeah, so I am totally being creative and crap.

But that's not what the title of this post was referring to.


My goodness! but I can be an obscure bastard.

I certainly feel guilty about it, for though I may be the world's only Baizzerist, I am still antiartsyfartsy. It's a terrible existential dilemma to find onself in, but whachagonnado?

In my case, type:

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Which is lovely.


I am theric.


More sensible content coming soon. Perhaps as early as today.

Don't hold your breath enless you have some of that sweet liquid air. That stuff is awesome.


  1. You are the most amazing non-drunk drunk person I have ever met.

    Keep it up.

  2. .


    That's the third nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.