johnmecca

June 25th, 2012 ...Somewhere in the Desert


So.... I've had this account for eight years. I realized that today when I logged in again after... well, awhile. I never wrote an intro, posted to others work exactly ONCE every two years, and generally just skulked around. Hell, its been a while since I'd done even that until recently. But circumstances, both good and bad, have rekindled that fire that once roared beneath my voluminous posterior and feeling the hemorrhoidal heat of creativity again spurred me into digital action.

I began reading again. And shortly thereafter, writing as well. True to form it wouldn't be long after that decision that my mouse clicks and key clacks would plod a merry rhythm on back to this wondrous corner of the Interwebs. See, as I said, I've never been much of a 'participator' (though a free member for some time {an egregious error I intend to rectify forthwith [let it be known that by 'forthwith', I mean as soon as my corporate paymasters intend to lend me recompense for the last couple weeks labor]}), but I've ALWAYS been an admirer. The work that's gone up on this site over the years has been both sublime and surreal in its ability to evoke thoughts of masters of their crafts, as well as the joy a child gets from smattering colors across tree corpse and telling us it's a wiener dog, obviously.

I myself, am not blessed with even a MODICUM of artistry, or at least not the visual art kind anyway. Mine has always been the province of words; mind pictures, syllable soliloquies, imagination cartoons.

To put it in a mundane (and much more accurate) fashion, I write. Always have, always will. Every time I walk away from a pen or a keyboard for a time, it inexorably ruins my life to the point where I feel compelled, no, REQUIRED, to bloody finger tips on top of unfeeling plastic rectangles for hours on end, shunning the company of women (who it turns out have a NUMBER of parts far more engaging than keyboards...), friends, even those close companions drugs and alcohol, simply to put down sounds to page in a format hopefully resembling a story, or at least intelligent thought. I'm rarely successful, but at least the noise stops...

In any case, I'm veering. The point being, I've been looking at work here on DA for going on a decade now. Either searching out people to try and put a project together with, taking inspiration for an RPG adventure to run for the gaggle of other nerds that weren't afraid of direct sunlight (or crowds), and all in all just enjoying the hell out of it. I've been blessed to be extroverted and shameless, loud, obtuse, and in love with my chosen genre and its affiliates. And even more so, I was blessed to find this place, this GREAT place where there's a TON of other people thinking the same thing, or at least on similar lines!



Cheers,
George!

Current Residence: Nevada, the part that's NOT Las Vegas...
Favourite genre of music: schmeh...
Favourite photographer: Really couldn't say, don't know any by name...
Favourite style of art: Well Executed
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Anything not Apple...
Skin of choice: I would say 'my own', but I'll bet thats on almost half the pages out there, so I
Favourite cartoon character: Mutha'uckin' Poochie son!
Personal Quote: I AM the Troll! Respect me!! Or, y'know, just keep ignoring me... Either way really...