Blog From Esoterica

Companion Blog to the web music magazine, Echo From Esoterica, created by its editor Jason Thompson.

Friday, November 08, 2002

Tra la la.

Thursday, November 07, 2002

I see how you get here!

Yeah, so some of ye are visiting my blog looking for all sorts of weird shit. For instance, someone searched for "girls privately fucking dog", and then another person looked for "cobain's drug of choice". You scary ass motherfuckers really need to be looking for something else other than beastiality bullshit. The search for the dog fuckers wasn't an exact phrase search, so the result pulled up for the blog was for the dumb first part of the porno story I posted a while back, in which each of those words - unrelated, mind you - showed up.

When I think of people out there getting off to such things, it makes me want to puke up my spine. Ah, but then the Internet is filled with all sorts of illicit joys that make you want to go hide under a pile of shit the rest of your life and never want to come out again. Double fisting? Sure! Weird insertions of bottles, baseball bats, and mason jars? They got that, too! Anything you want! Now wat, someone will search for those exact things and be sent here again. It's just a matter of time.

Wednesday, November 06, 2002

Hello fans. Finally over my wretched cold, so we can get back to fun! Echo From Esoterica will be taking a break for November. Yes I know, can we ever get an actual year's worth of issues? Sure, when I get around to it. So you get 9 this year. That's not harsh. Look, you go around being rather ill for a good chunk of the month and see if you wanna be witty and write your fingers off. Dammit, I'm striving for quality! And if not that, then at least some form of amusement.

Trust me, though, the wait for December will pay off. Why? 'Cause we're going to be having some damn fine interviews yet again. Special surprises, I tell you. Things that may make you say, "Holy shit, this is pretty damn fine." No exclamation point. Just the period. Say it aloud. See, isn't that exciting? Anyway, it's gonna be good. It'll be a nice little holiday gift from me to you. And if you don't agree, then hey, you can always take it to some other mag and get what you wanted, I guess, along with that Kelly Clarkson CD that you knew deep down was going to be shitty but wound up asking for, anyway. Someday you'll learn.