"Mr. Bastard Man, why haven't you been posting anything in the last day or so? You usually put it out like a crack-whore!"
Lots of reasons, kid. Lots of reasons. Part stress, part my usual depression cycle that's hitting right now, part just the lack of anything interesting to write about. Not that that's normally stopped me before, but yesterday I simply could not think of a thing worth posting.
"So there's no new stuff we should go look at?"
You want to see the new exciting stuff? Go hit die puny humans. Or gizmodo. Or even slashdot. Don't look here for it. I am not your fucking newsfeed. Yes I am a bitter little bastard. Get over it.
"What's new in the theatre, Mr. Bastard?"
Beats the fuck out of me, kid. I said it after Squatters, I'll say it again now- I am officially on hiatus from the theatre (with minor exceptions. very minor.) until at least this time next year. End of story. Yes, I can still be contacted about roles and gigs, but there is a low likelihood of me accepting them. Unless they:
A) Have a very very small time commitment involved.
Or
B) Have a very very LARGE amount of money involved.
Hate to be a mercenary, but the money is what would tear me away from baby, once baby happens.
"But what about VISION?"
Creepy monsters, noetic powers, and deeply traumatized characters coming soon. Hopefully even sooner after a business meeting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jgreywolf tonight and then the gathering of interested parties to work on this shit. Will it get published? Beats the shit out of me- if it doesn't I'll PDF the fucker for distro through RPGNow.com. Satisfied? I'll leave that up to you to guess.
"Mr. Bastard, I want new music though. What's gonna happen with 70171? How's that going at least?"
70171 is:
Shot.
In.
The.
Head.
Unless I can come up with $800 (the minimum I'd need to get a decent press run of the album) The album is offically fucked. The tracks are damn near ready. Everything's pretty much ready to go on it, except for money to get it pressed with. You want to see it happen? Fine. I need money to do it. For those who bought the EP, my thanks. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam made more in the shipping of those than I did. Wanna support the project and help out? Got to my page at Mperia.com and buy a few tracks. Wanna be even more helpful? Just donate cash. I doubt I'll get to pull a Randy Millholland with this, otherwise I would put up a paypal link.
"But Mr. Bastard-"
What, you want more? No, nuh-uh. Mostly because, well, there's not much else to say at this point. Got it? Good.
Lots of reasons, kid. Lots of reasons. Part stress, part my usual depression cycle that's hitting right now, part just the lack of anything interesting to write about. Not that that's normally stopped me before, but yesterday I simply could not think of a thing worth posting.
"So there's no new stuff we should go look at?"
You want to see the new exciting stuff? Go hit die puny humans. Or gizmodo. Or even slashdot. Don't look here for it. I am not your fucking newsfeed. Yes I am a bitter little bastard. Get over it.
"What's new in the theatre, Mr. Bastard?"
Beats the fuck out of me, kid. I said it after Squatters, I'll say it again now- I am officially on hiatus from the theatre (with minor exceptions. very minor.) until at least this time next year. End of story. Yes, I can still be contacted about roles and gigs, but there is a low likelihood of me accepting them. Unless they:
A) Have a very very small time commitment involved.
Or
B) Have a very very LARGE amount of money involved.
Hate to be a mercenary, but the money is what would tear me away from baby, once baby happens.
"But what about VISION?"
Creepy monsters, noetic powers, and deeply traumatized characters coming soon. Hopefully even sooner after a business meeting with
jgreywolf tonight and then the gathering of interested parties to work on this shit. Will it get published? "Mr. Bastard, I want new music though. What's gonna happen with 70171? How's that going at least?"
70171 is:
Shot.
In.
The.
Head.
Unless I can come up with $800 (the minimum I'd need to get a decent press run of the album) The album is offically fucked. The tracks are damn near ready. Everything's pretty much ready to go on it, except for money to get it pressed with. You want to see it happen? Fine. I need money to do it. For those who bought the EP, my thanks. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam made more in the shipping of those than I did. Wanna support the project and help out? Got to my page at Mperia.com and buy a few tracks. Wanna be even more helpful? Just donate cash. I doubt I'll get to pull a Randy Millholland with this, otherwise I would put up a paypal link.
"But Mr. Bastard-"
What, you want more? No, nuh-uh. Mostly because, well, there's not much else to say at this point. Got it? Good.
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