Friday, May 17, 2013

State of the Apocalypse, Five-Seventeen-Thirteen Edition

I should know better, but every now and then I find myself cruising these websites where it’s the same complaint every day, “our personal interest group’s Sworn Enemies have really done it this time! check out this news item!” and they have over a thousand views a day, with at least 30 or so comments. The really good ones will get a troll from the Other Side to stir shit up from time to time. 

Hell, on occasion I’ve been that troll. To mix metaphors, I like to think of the Web as a Wild West caricature in which every establishment along the dusty digital avenue is a saloon, and in every saloon there is a fight. You pick one, push through the swinging double doors, and fight. The world goes on outside but while you’re inside that one saloon you’re fighting like it’s the Final Battle for All Civilization. You swing fists until you’re tired, and then you swing some more, because the winner is not the rhetorical mastermind with the Most Cogent and Unarguable Point, but the last troll standing. It’s quite a buzz.



Then again, I’ve seen blogs—you’ve seen ‘em, too—where the posters talk about absolutely nothing at all beyond how the bagel and coffee they got at so-and-so’s today seemed somewhat lackluster, it’s a little chillier than normal this time of year but we must soldier on, etc. Even these people have their little community thing going on: “Oh, good to see you’re back posting. I hope you get over your cold! The weather has been freakish, lol, keep your chin up.” Not that I would want to be responsible for such a thing. But I can’t help wondering, how do they do it?

I’m especially vexed today because I’ve noticed that my recent post on “Larks Tongues in Aspic, Part I” and how its musical construction goes so well with my novel, is...trending? Not on the Web, but in my all-time posts. It’s already tied for number 7 in my top-ten most-viewed posts. Even the Bleeding Kansas chapters didn’t get so many hits so fast. How did this happen?


It’s not the first time I’ve tweeted a link with the #zombieapocalypse tag. I didn’t even leave a comment on someone else’s blog with a link back to mine. And here’s what’s really kicking my ass: how many of these posters do you think have actually played the embedded YouTube recording? “Larks Tongues in Aspic, Part I” is 13 minutes, 38 seconds. No video. It’s not even a hooky prog-piece, let alone pop. “Larks Tongues, Part I” more closely resembles a film soundtrack, with quiet sections that would irritate the fuck out of most people used to constant stimulation from their entertainment.


You’d think I’d have people crawling all over this blog for the delightfully violent and better-written-than-most zombie fiction. Nope. King Crimson and one of their most difficult, least accessible works, and how I relate that to my zombie novel, in a rough Dark Side of the Moon/Wizard of Oz fashion, just not so synced—that’s bringing in the page hits.


But how? Of all these referring sites, only two are what I’d call legitimate websites that normal people visit and browse. The rest are porn portals, false fronts of one form or another. The search terms used are no help either. I don’t even have outrageously gross search terms I can publish like some bloggers do for a howlingly funny post. Shit!


It’s a mystery. Meanwhile, all I can do is keep banging the side of my skull with heel of my hand and try to force blogposts out while orchestrating the end of Bleeding Kansas—which has to be finished this weekend, or else. While the rest of the Internet is brawling over that Dastardly Other and their latest bullshit (a lot of real-life pain, true, but nothing to do but get pissed off about it—hey, don’t mind if I do!) my challenge is to resist the urge to drink and fight and finish my damn work. 


Because I’ll get more done on testosterone than rage-squeezed cortisol, here’s a GIF of a raver girl in a bikini dancing with a hula hoop. It’s time to bring what feels like a never-ending battle to a Good Stopping Point. It’s never really the end, of course, but we’ve got to put the back cover on this book somewhere. Dance, raver girl, dance! Daddy needs inspiration! Inspire me, damn you!



“I’m inspiring as fast as I can!”
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