I don't know if you remember. Or care. Or watch me. But here it is:

I've returned to DA. In case you don't recall, I poured every moment of every day into this website for months and then vanished. This site reminded me of what was worth writing for. And what was worth fighting for. This site taught me love and hate. The people on it kept me from ending it all too soon.

I was gone 26 months. I don't know why my page still worked. My password was the same. But it was. Now here I am. I didn't leave you, I left myself. For that I am sorry. I despise myself most of all. But never did I forget. I know things have changed. I expect it. But all I ask is that you drop in again and say hi.

If you ever really cared about me or my work you'll do at least that.

I don't know if you remember. Or care. Or watch me. But here it is:

I've returned to DA. In case you don't recall, I poured every moment of every day into this website for months and then vanished. This site reminded me of what was worth writing for. And what was worth fighting for. This site taught me love and hate. The people on it kept me from ending it all too soon.

I was gone 26 months. I don't know why my page still worked. My password was the same. But it was. Now here I am. I didn't leave you, I left myself. For that I am sorry. I despise myself most of all. But never did I forget. I know things have changed. I expect it. But all I ask is that you drop in again and say hi.

If you ever really cared about me or my work you'll do at least that.

I will be gone for an amount of time.

So I was reclining about the other day (something that I really don't do nearly as often as I used to...) and was watching the telly (kills the imagination, I know, but anyhow...) and I saw a preview for Oliver Stone's new film, World Trade Center.


What the Fuck.

Perhaps there are people that see movies in America that hadn't heard. You know, these people didn't watch TV, go online, turn on their radios or have any form of human interaction from the days of September 11th, 2001 to February 2002. They didn't know what happened. I guess it is possible that such people exist.

Although I doubt it.

The thing that has me infuriated here is that what happened was a tragedy. And Oliver Stone, Nicholas Cage and others have it in their heads that it is a grand old idea to make a quick buck off of this.

Pardon me for being obtuse, but it's a story that we all know and understand. We all saw the people throwing themselves out of burning buildings, of the massive walls of pictures of family members that everyone knew were dead but they were going to look for anyways. And the shot of the plane coming in to hit the building that we saw over and over and over, so much that it is permanently burned into our consciousness.

It's not even as if this event had happened long enough ago that we wouldn't remember it. This is the kind of thing you recall. So why is there a fucking movie?

I highly recommend that nobody see this movie. There is no point to such an abomination, and by paying to see this worthless pile of hippo feces is only feeding into the machine. What Hollywood has done here is take a tragedy that is pretty firmly implanted in our memories and try to convince us to pay to see people act it out again.

Personally, the only film that I am going to see this month is Snakes On A Plane. I may gain something greater from that film than World Trade Center.

Sucks.
Return=Aug. 18.