It's about that time to clear things here.

posted 2003.04.28 at 21:41 by solios

LOC is a bloglike object with some eventual intent to serve as a ground for... well, something. Xeno and I went through Bad Things in the middle late 90s, and the two of us decided that since our autobiographies would be considered fictional to begin with, we might as well throw the boring bits out the window and spice this shit up a bit. LOC is really two different projects- there's how he sees it, and how I see it. I'm pretty interested in keeping true to form- namely seeing as how the apparatus I created to explain the whole thing in a fictional sense is something I now know intimately. Fucking weird when you show up for a party and meet the cast of your novel.

Given this, along with the fact that Xeno is living in a different part of BFE than the icky part that we grew up in, and the fact I've been living in urbania for the last six years gives us some amazingly different perceptions of what's going down. I fully expect to piss him off with output, though there's an active effort on my part to put a different spin on the timeframe, rather than trying to percieve it with the eyes I possessed at the time. They were decidedly grumpy eyes, they were- full of hate and suck and enough angst to make Trent shit his pants and run away wimpering.

I'm too fucking goth for the goth scene, thanks. Fortunately I consoled myself with heavy metal and taking it out on my high school, which seems to have worked out for the best.

You'd think pontificating about a dark, black, nasty time would mean I'm a dark, black, nasty person. This is wrong- I'm an equal opportunity mysanthrope and very rarely waste energy on bitching about everyone else and how much they suck. My perspective has changed.

Likewise, one might think that a title such as "Lords of Chaos" would be indicative of said concept- disorder and entropy. In one way, this is correct- there's no formula to the output at this point in time. At one point there was, but meeting the cast of a fictionalized life has a tendency to change ones priorities around a bit. LOC is the original title for the concept, forged way, waaaaaaay back in the summer of 96, when I was scribbling notes trying to get to sleep, hoping to hell the Thing Outside The Door would just shut up and go away. Made sense at the time, and it's stuck around for lack of anything better- perhaps the only bit of consistency the project has.

The idea here is to catalogue and display a past struggle towards Order or Sanity, depending on the perceptions of the reader. The idea being maybe someone will get something of use out of it. Maybe one of the two of us that are working on it whenever we feel like it. Maybe someone else. Who knows.

In any case.