"At first I thought I could keep up with all these community spaces,
but as it turns out I can only pop by one at a time a couple times a
week. And not very consistently. So I've JUST NOW asked a friend of
mine to help me maintain them. I can't possibly keep up with several
hundred messages a day. It's ludicrous for me to think I can. And it
would be unreasonable for someone to expect me to. Rest assured the
blog comments are written by me and forwarded to this page. For those
of you with legitimate questions, feel free to visit www.caduceus.org
for those which are wine related. And www.puscifer.com for those
which are music/side project/stream of consciousness/nutty professor/
workaholic/curmudgeon related. hopefully you will find the answers
there. for those of you who are nuts and/or hear voices in your sleep
than resemble mine, or think we're soul mates, or think there were
songs written to you while you were in that coma/jail cell/root canal
operation/bath house/opium den/hallucinogenic state... snap out of
it. Get a grip. Get therapy. I'm 42. I have a son and a life beyond
the realm of "rock band." And no patience for that sort of silly
bullshit. Only stable mature humans are invited to these spaces.
Peace. Out."
but as it turns out I can only pop by one at a time a couple times a
week. And not very consistently. So I've JUST NOW asked a friend of
mine to help me maintain them. I can't possibly keep up with several
hundred messages a day. It's ludicrous for me to think I can. And it
would be unreasonable for someone to expect me to. Rest assured the
blog comments are written by me and forwarded to this page. For those
of you with legitimate questions, feel free to visit www.caduceus.org
for those which are wine related. And www.puscifer.com for those
which are music/side project/stream of consciousness/nutty professor/
workaholic/curmudgeon related. hopefully you will find the answers
there. for those of you who are nuts and/or hear voices in your sleep
than resemble mine, or think we're soul mates, or think there were
songs written to you while you were in that coma/jail cell/root canal
operation/bath house/opium den/hallucinogenic state... snap out of
it. Get a grip. Get therapy. I'm 42. I have a son and a life beyond
the realm of "rock band." And no patience for that sort of silly
bullshit. Only stable mature humans are invited to these spaces.
Peace. Out."