The problem with writing on the Internet is that it is extremely easy to say anything you want without any indication that it will be interesting to anyone else.

(Come to think of it, that's also the problem with poetry, music, playwriting, and talking.)

By employing a rigorous partition analysis, I've calculated that 39% of the effort of maintaining this weblog (or "blog") is the stress of wondering if what I'm writing is worth reading. On the Internet, this "perfectly" democratic bullhorn that we've all been given, the worst content (or at least the most boring) results from the fact that one person can control the entire content food chain, from rawest proto-idea to largest circulation potential ever.

This means that, under platforms like Blogger, it takes a minimum of only one person's positive opinion to add something to the noise of popular digital culture. It is a terrible burden, to try to avoid becoming just another noisemaker, knowing that my ego is both huge and fragile, and that my writing interests are (to say the least) a bit niche.

That is why when I was asked to contribute to Flickchart: The Blog, I gratefully accepted, despite the fact that it would mean less progress on this blog, and less progress on Novel #2. Because just the knowledge that at least one other person, one additional set of eyeballs, would be signing off on a piece of writing before sending it out into the worldstream has allowed that little ball of doubt to shrink a little bit.

My editors at Flickchart are by no means responsible for the quality that I produce, and they certainly can't vouch for any given piece's potential relevance or resonance. But just knowing that there is that little bit of a firebreak between my subconscious and the widest potential audience in the history of civilization, just enough to catch the too-weird-for-the-Internet or the Truly Stupid, it loosens the metal bands of neurosis around my creativity a few turns.

My first two pieces for Flickchart are available here:

Top 10 Gum-Related Movies of All Time

Movies that Don't Move

But you really should follow the entire blog. It represents some of the most innovative and insightful film criticism currently going on on the Internet, and all done within the context of Flickchart's "absolute ranking" approach which gives the whole thing a really fun spin.

This dialectic of popular cyberculture, the lone basement Cheetos idiot spouting filterless into the void versus ConglomCo Board-Approved Beige-Flavored Content Substitute, is both untrue and extremely responsible for shaping our attitudes about how to get our own taste of silicon fame.

I have come to the opinion that haranguing the multitudes is more effective, more respectable, and a lot more fun when you do it with the colors of your tribe fluttering from your staff.

Our annual Halloween poem: Up the Hidden Stairs

FlickChart and the Theory of Stochastic Axiological Reflexive Epistemology

FlickChart and the Theory of Stochastic Axiological Reflexive Epistemology