You know, every time I used to write a new article for insert credit, I used to link it in this livejournal.

Like this.

These days, though, I'm too busy with far too many things to do that. So I don't do it.

Besides, everyone who cares probably reads the site every day, anyway, right?

And you hardly need me to bring you interesting news stories when you've got, say, Slashdot Games or some shit.

Hmmm.

I'm not going to Chicgago tonight. I'm going to Chicago tomorrow, instead. Either way, I'm still going to Chicago. It all still amounts to me in Chicago.

With all hope, I'll be in Tokyo in a little over three weeks. With even more hope, I won't be back to Indianapolis, Indiana ever again, and I won't be back to the United States of America for a long time. I won't go ahead and badmouth anyone here. I won't give a kind of Bilbo Baggins last speech about how I've known half of you half as long as I'd liked and liked half of you half as much as you deserved, because, quite frankly, I don't do that sort of thing.

I'm not an audience-burner. I've never been able to fall in line with that aesthetic. I've been accused, before, of self-importance; of writing things because I, myself, like them. I can defend this easily by saying that I wouldn't want to write something I don't like. Now, I have, as an exercise in tone or structure, at times written entire essays or novels in narrative voices I loathe. That's not to say I consider this more important than, say, what I'm doing right now.

A writing professor once told me that you have to know your audience. A guy who pretended to be my literary agent, and is now half-dead hopefully bordering on three-quarters dead, once cited Kurt Vonnegut's Timequake as an example of audience-loathing writing.

I say to the people of the internet: there exist differences between not seeing the audience, not knowing the audience, not minding the audience, and acknowledging the audience, insulting the audience, and hating the audience. Truth be told, each of these things can be done either very poorly or very well -- except insulting the audience. Yes, hating the audience can cause beautiful results -- look at Haruki Murakami's novel Norwegian Wood, written for the kinds of high school romance-novel leisure-readers the author loathed.

Insulting the audience is simply not smooth, and not cool, especially if the audience can't fight back. Kurt Vonnegut oversteps many hundreds of boundaries in his later novels, and bitterly.

There are people who like this kind of thing. Unfortunately, they are far outnumbered by the people who do not.

"Tim Rogers" is ending. Very soon, there will be no more "Tim Rogers." I had planned to retire the name this April, and got hung up on certain things. Now, I figure, it's closing in on that time. With another move to Japan and another autumn comes another name and another persona. What you're reading right now is the "real me," both apologetic and unapologetic.

In closing, FUCK YOU YOU DUMB BITCHES.

(Now, see, I didn't mean that -- it was supposed to be a joke. There were . . . grounds for it. Given the above example.)