First Proposition: We Enter The Second Age Of Self-Assured Destruction

Herein begins Volume Two, another year tumbling out of time's belly. This time we start over, excising a good chunk of the fictionalized personal and the personalized fictional. You can no longer expect online dating antics or other misunderstood anecdotes. Even if I were to still do so, it would be impossible seeing as I've already hitched my wagon to one star. So we won't be paging through the DSMV-IV of love anymore. As for posting, I suspect it will probably be a once a week thing since I have accepted Matt Cibula's offer to write for Cave17, a pop culture website adrift out there in Ghostinterland. We shall see how that goes what with my questionable tastes and predilection for ranting. I have a feeling my ideas and tastes may be a little askew with Cave17, but I also know Mr. Cibula is open minded. Now it's just a matter of me doing it on a regular basis and keeping to some sort of schedule. Of course, this also means that for the first time I am appearing under my own name, which makes me a little sad. Since the beginning I've followed the Pessoa model with so many fabricated identities. I will miss my imaginary friends. They were all always so much eloquent than me. But now you get what's left, me -- Darren D. Misner, my name tied to posts in the middle of the internet desert. I can hear the ants coming already and feel the sun beating me down. Volume Two, then. We've had our introduction. Who the fuck know what will follow?