I should take this moment to point out this new-fangled link I gots me on the sidebar over there; if you click it, Special Internet Magics happen, and you'll find yourself at The Straw, home of such ragged Calgarian luminaries as Barsky (of whom I've spoken before), as well as Mr. Jared Larsen (photographer extraordinaire and flaxen-haired socialite) and Sir Sean MacAlister (multimedia savant and all-around nice guy). The Straw is basically a creative outlet for these three gentlemen (there was a fourth involved in The Straw's creation, although he's seen fit to withdraw from their quorum, so while I'll respect his wishes for anonymity, I can't help but see him as The Straw's Fifth Beatle, so to speak. Even though there's only three of them, as opposed to the Beatles' four, er, wait. Five? I'm confused now. Shit...).
Where was I? Oh, yes: these fine young men have allowed me to showcase some of my own rabid scratchings on their site, which allows me to say that, yes, I suppose I can consider myself a Writer Of Things, a title which I'll be adding to my already impressive resume, a document that boasts such career highlights as Curmudgeonly Internetter, Server of Swill, Fancypants Light Bulb Changer For Holt Renfrew and Purveyor Of Second-Hand Porn.
These men have PLANS. They have SCHEMES, and the WILLPOWER to see them through. Go check it out.
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