Solomon Grundy Born On A Macro Monday

SO, content has been a little thin at this here terribleminds-dot-com, and that’s for a handful of reasons. But first, hey look, new photos! One above and several below, mostly macro — but one is also a photo of BABBY GOATS, because if I can win your hearts with anything, I can win them with a photo of some BABBY GOATS, goddamnit.

Anyway, to continue.

Handful of reasons bloggerel has been a bit light —

First, I’ve had some mild problems with my site — it’s been sluggish and yo-yo’ing up and down. The host is looking into it, and though it’s gotten more stable, I’m not sure the digital turbulence is entirely over. (That said, I did fix the problem where email subscribers were no longer getting posts emailed from this blog but rather from “wordpress.com.” Thanks to all who offered fixes — the fix was ultimately easy, if irritating: I had to update not only WP, but Jetpack, and then initialize Jetpack, and also update all my other plugins for Reasons Unknown.)

Second, I’m currently writing A Really Big Book, like, the kind of book that is both big in plot and idea and SHEER BLOODYMINDEDNESS, so it’s been spending an excess of my Intellectual Energy Points (IEP). Every day the book takes a lot out of me. (In the best way possible, though. I’m really excited about it.)

Third, honestly, it’s a little hard to conjure blog content in this AGE OF DUMBFUCKERY — and I think people aren’t reading as much blog content, either, because they’re devoting a great many of their LFCRP (LongForm Content Reading Points) on articles and posts about this current AGE OF DUMBFUCKERY. So, it gets harder to pierce that veil both creatively and effectively with some little post about, “hey hi here’s how to successfully create narrative tension with artful comma placements OH GOD WHAT DID OUR PRESIDENT DO NOW AND OH SHIT ANTARCTICA IS ON ACTUAL FIRE I JUST SAW A POLAR BEAR COMMIT SUICIDE.”

Still, though, I need to get back into it a little bit, and assuming stability on the site’s part, that’s what I’mma do. Starting this week I’m going to post some shorter form writing stuff, maybe a recipe or three, and always a chance for some manner of frothing rantiness. Look for more STUNNING WENDIG-FLAVORED CONTENT in the coming days.

Sidenote: I hate the word “content.” It ranks up there with “IP” as the most milquetoast way of describing the junction point between art, entertainment, and information.

Then again, I also hate the word “blog,” which is the sound my dog makes before she throws up.

Anyway. Buy my books.

Have some pictures. Either here, or on my Flickr page.

(Warning: last photo on the page contains a spider. A really cool spider! A spider I’d never seen before! A glorious cyclosa orb-weaver trash-spider! But it’s a spider, so if that freaks your shit out, don’t scroll down.)

13 comments

  • Thanks for the goats and the new words! Greeting from the UK where we’re developing some rival DUMBFUCKERY of our own..!

  • 1. An alien butt-hole viewed through a kaleidoscope
    2. Hipster, organic satellite system (you probably haven’t heard of it)
    3. You already said it was a spider, so… It’s a spider.

  • Wendig-Flavored content sounds like a worthy distraction from the Dumbfuckery. Sincerely, distractions are important. We need to swing dance, listen to music, be encouraged to keep writing–so thanks for offering us something else to look at, it’s important.

  • Oh how I wish I could swing dance! Unfortunately the man in my life is allergic to all forms of dancing so I have no good partner for lessons. :/
    And yes. Music. New Unleash The Archers just came out, people! Buy buy buy!

  • June 12, 2017 at 11:45 AM // Reply

    I agree with Babyboomer above. Polar bears live in the Arctic, not Antarctic. Thanks for the photos!

  • Eh, don’t feel like you need to make “content” if you’re busy, Chuck. I mean whatever is good, you do you and all that and if you feel smaller content is worthwhile: hey, I’ll be here reading it.

    But sometimes you have to go away, pull a Warren Ellis and do that… forgetting the movie… “I’M NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE” reaction image (newshour? I think it’s called? Older than me… ANYHO’~) while yelling “DEADLINESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” and just knuckling down.

    Though you should do writing on photography. I’d love to know more about the process.

  • Whatever is on that spider? It looks like a piece of plant matter to me, but perhaps Our Lovely Host can provide specifics? Oh, and +1 on the distraction factor, b/c the Real is Ragged, amirite?

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