WOT A RELIEF!
There is some SubSITE work to be done that's been breathing down the back of my neck like a Balrog. I even had help on it from Revs Two Beans, Phloighd and Temujin... but now the ball's back in my court, where it has sat through X-Day, Starwood, this devival, that devival, the weddings, the backed-up Hours of Slack, etc.
The one larger, more loomfull deadline that was left before I could dive headlong into HTMLing has just been SUCCESSFULLY POSTPONED FOR ANOTHER YEAR!!
This was the City of Cleveland Housing Department Point of Sale Exterior Violations Reinspection.
Anybody who owns property or has built a house in the U.S. knows the potentially monstrous labyrinth of FUCKING PERMITS and INSPECTIONS that CAN, if your luck is bad, REALLY BOG EVERYTHING DOWN and double one's costs. It depends more on the inspector and his or her mood than it does on what you have actually done.
I just now lucked out!
When I bought this house there were certain code violations that the city wanted addressed either by the seller or by me, the buyer. These were minor but numerous. The seller agreed to do the interior fix-up and I said I'd do the exterior. And I have fixed up as much as I could on my own, and on the cheap... gutters, downspouts, windows, etc. Then there was the exterior PAINTING that the previous owner didn't quite finish... fascia and trim WAY WAY WAY up on the third floor, way past where even ANGELS would dare tread, if they had Meniere's Syndrome, wobbly inner ear balance mechanism, like I do. The vertigo rarely hits any more, but I would hate to be up on the roof when it does. I could HIRE somebody -- someday -- but I'm waiting to meet a SUBGENIUS HOUSE PAINTER. Lonesome Cowboy Dave sometimes does that, but I need my weekly Dave and I don't want HIM falling off the roof either. Besides, no matter how you look at it, that's a hell of a lot of expensive sky blue paint. So I have PROCRASTINATED.
The inspection deadline ARRIVED though. I busted ass the last couple of days finishing all the OTHER things I had procrastinated, but I must admit I was in some suspense. I had been told that the inspector would be a lady, different from the two guys who had previously inspected, and I was on tenterhooks all last night and today waiting to see if this would be one of those smiling, joking, nice reasonable city inspectors or one of those scowling, racist, hippie-hating inspectors that can FUCK UP YOUR LIFE.
HAIL CONNIE, she was THE SWEETEST THANG and admired the goofy concrete sculpture in our front yard. She said I should do that exterior painting, eventually, but that they won't check again for FIVE YEARS!! And my back porch only needs ONE railing on the steps, not two. She APPROVED my SubGenius-rigged downspouts, the repairs I made to the brick lower half of the house, and my SubGenius-rigged double garage doors. She admired the GIANT FULL METAL DOBBSHEADS bolted to the front door, and recognized "that face that's all over the Flats."
I was so happy I wanted to PROPOSE to her. Actually she was cute. Kind of like a Black Friday Jones. But I digress.
What this means is, I can now get back to COPIOUS FROPPERY, this week's Hour of Slack, and then the GREAT TASK. Well, the great task that I have to get done before I move on to the NEXT great tasks, which have also been on the back burner for like 3 years. (Fist, Fist Book, Book, Book Reprints, Movie Script, and Documentary Movie Project.)
There's always those damn Hours of Slack. I haven't reran reruns in months so I COULD... BUT... there's SO DAMN MUCH GREAT NEW SHIT that just NEVER STOPS!
For instance the LeMur Sound Files. For a couple of months, Fernandinande LeMur, generally known as the inhumanly prolific Old Master of graphic spazzing on a.b.s., has been posting audio instead. And mostly in this Ogg Vorbis format, which is fine, but requires reformatting to edit it into a show. So I had been letting these LeMur audio collages and cut-ups stack up in a special folder, without even listening to them.
Last night, I listened to and converted all of them.
HOE... Leee... FUCK... king... SHIT!!!
I could let the WHOLE NEXT SHOW be nothing but LeMur tomfoolery! IT WOULD TEAR YOUR LOBES APART. But, I could also intersperse it throughout 3 or 4 shows, which I'll probably do instead.
Also got a rather slickly produced CD from "CONSORTIUM OF GENIUS", which... well, you'll hear. Also, THE BRAN FLAKES finished a new CD. For that matter, Negativland has some new things out. (Haven't heard 'em yet.)
One of these days I might even make an audio collage MYSELF again that isn't, well, a whole show collaged from everybody else's collages. Using smaller bits, in other words.
Also, ALL THE ARTWORK and ancestor photos that were stacked in the corner of our living room since our house-warming party last year, is FRAMED and HUNG. Not that WELL hung, but hey, we can't all be Johnny Wadd Walhol. There's a wall of Gramps' etchings, an ancestral photo wall of Stangs and Romanovs (including great-great grandpa Rasputin, OF COURSE!) and a wall of Does and Weiardians. Framed prints of great comic book covers and prehistoric mammal paintings line the kitchen. The Tree of Knowledge poster and the Most Giantine Metal Dobbshead loom over all.
The FIRST FLOOR of the SubGenius Mansion is DONE!! It looks like a cross between Grandma's Cottage and Salvadore Dali's Doghouse. It is already having profound psychological influence: I CAN'T WAIT TO MESS IT UP AGAIN!!
The PSYCHEDELIC art is being readied for the second floor and the REALLY crazed SubG art will eventually decorate my studio and storage room. Right now I'm still enjoying the hospital-like blank walls. In some ways that's weirder than having the weird art up. We moved the cannisters of souls up from the basement to the attic.
*All the Zines of the 1980s* are in boxes in another storage facility along with my safety duplicates of all electronic media.
This place would an almost literal orgy of intense sounds, shockingly original music, and blinding art, if we never cleaned up. But everyone who entered would risk mental illness.
You can already see what being in the vicinity of this much of YOUR ART has done to ME.
OH MY GOD!! I just now realized. My house is (finally) becoming like The Ackermansion, home of Forrest J. Ackerman, editor of Famous Monsters of Filmland Magazine. I have seen many photos of the fantasy film memorabilia MUSEUM that fills that house in L.A. Rev. Susie the Floozie visited him once and I have a picture of her in there, pointing at a SubGenius bumper sticker on his wall that had been modified to say "THE SUBGENIUS MUST HAVE ACK."
Now I know what to call this house officially! (Besides The Fourth MegaFisTemple Lodge of blah blah, I can't even remember the whole fucking title, and it's in my sig.)
Stang (to house): In honor of Famous Monsters of Filmland, I chisten thee: "THE SLACKERMANSION"
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