Shit, I have been an anti-social freak these past days. I’ve been editing my little fingers to the bone. I decided to submit a revised version of the video I made last fall about my Memorial Day shooting spree to a PBS Independent Lens Online Shorts Festival.

I consider this a firststep, a maiden voyage, liftoff to bigger and better. Got to start somewhere, right? I’ll mail it off tomorrow, and at least I can say I submitted. (What woman hasn’t says she’s submitted, am I right ladies?)

It feels like I finished something and it doesn’t suck. Maybe I’m just feeling cocky ’cause I relied heavy on the Internet Archive and Creative Commons licenses, inspiring me to realize there is cool shit on the web.

More than that there’s the weird fucked up karma of my Internet past sliding into my Internet present — In the olden bad world, fucking no one I worked with knew that folks was getting a creative freak going on the internets, so my weblog was an aberration, an abomination. In the new world of my manifest destiny, the boss man, the employer, the mothership on whom I rely for a paycheck, these folks not only know, they provide some of the cake that helps the open content movement roll on. Power to the peeps, baby, and praise the rich patrons.

Anyway, here she blows.

For Dvae, or however he spells it these days, I’ll explain slowly two things. (1) I am not a proponent of gun use. We ain’t all trigger happy in the U. S. of A. (2) More importantly, since it seems his going to be putting on his stalker shoes and coming to a continent near me, I do have some gun access. Don’t fuck with a chick who can hold a 9mm Beretta steady if she’s got to.