And I looked, and behold a pale horse:
and his name that sat on him was Death.

Revelation 6:8

I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea. Never as then, amid suicides, hysteria, and groups of fainting people, have I felt the sensation of real death, death without hope, death that is nothing but rottenness.... I felt something like a divine urge to bombard that whole canyon of shadow....
Federico Garcia Lorca

Life does not cease to be funny when people die
any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

George Bernard Shaw

Entropy Gradient Reversals


Twenty months ago we started writing EGR, and nearly twice that many issues later, we've decided to try to find a publisher for all this crap. There are over 70,000 wordsworth here already, enough to constitute a physical tome of creditable atomic heft. A little cover art, a few testimonials from people we've paid off, and voila!: we'd get our shot at a much larger audience offline -- since this one's been such a miserable bust.

So we started spamming agents. Not intelligent agents, mind you; we're talking publishing agents here. One of these recently replied: "My thought is that you'd be better off coming up with an idea for a new book rather than repackaging your web content."

While we thanked this gentleman for his speedy response and seemingly innocuous advice, we've done a slow burn in the couple days since. It reminded us why half the team that coredumps this twisted stream of consciousness goes by the name of RageBoy®. He'd almost forgotten he was angry. He'd almost begun to believe he'd found his calling as a net-centric stand-up comic, another contributor to the Niagara flood of irony, satire, parody and overall amusement that's needed today to keep us from thinking about the more important things. Like death for instance.

The other thing that triggered this sudden memento mori flashfest was that RB actually died last week. He was on his way down to the local hardware store to pick up some molly bolts (who knows why), and the Boulder traffic was particularly bad, as it has been all through this latest holiday season. He'd been slamming the horn non-stop and yelling out