Note For Rent

What Killed The Cat

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for the impressive slew of submitted questions. You're an imaginative bunch, I have to say: almost no duplicates and some very interesting queries.

The responses will be posted over the next week or so, presumably grouped according to some master plan involving theme, but you never know; it could be random.

Calling On Readers

As I am currently down under in Sydney (yes, I have been down, and I have been under), in the midst of the New Mardi Gras, I am reserving the right to to be less than inspired for the next week or so. I am not much of a travelogue writer, so don't expect reports on the city per se, even though I'm sure I'll have something to remark about the whole thing after my body chemistry has returned to normal.

What I am going to do however, is call for submissions from all of you. I have enough daily readers now that this might come off with some success. I want questions. That's right, we're doing the first official Q&A here at Note For Rent, so email me what it is you want to know, and I'm going to devote an entire week to responses. Pull it out of your hat, whatever it is. If I don't like the shape of it, I just won't answer. I'm sure there are things, both major and minor, that you folks wonder about the day to day concerning my work and my lifestyle, things which just don't occur to me to put down, so now's your chance. The deadline is the 6th of March; queries after that point just get stored.

Hey! I've been fingered by Chelsea Girl over at Fleshbot. I've been waiting months for that to happen.

They do God's work there. Kudos, kids. Kudos.

My x-1000th Reader!

As of today, this blog has had more than three times as many hits as the last one I wrote -- which shall remain unnamed -- and in one-third less time, I might add. I figure this makes me at least 300% more effective as a purveyor of smut and smut-related observations than I was as a chronicler of my previous odd but unremarkable life.

If my mother ever finds out what I did while I was away, I'm going to hold this up as a mark of success.

I've made some additions to my blog-roll under Non Sequitur:

* Bourgeois Nerd, because he reminds me of being in university, and keeps me linking to the far reaches of the net;

and

* Bill In Exile, because they write about gay stuff; and prison stuff; and things.

I suggest everyone read them both.

As most of the people I read have already been nabbed by this particular blog activity, I'm afraid I had to stop at three. I tag: the Venial Sinner, Brandon, and A Ridiculous Raw Youth.

I know, I know; I constantly fail to live up to expectations.

I Have To Say

I've been such an absentee landlord from this blog the past few months: off toiling unnecessarily at a legit job, running myself ragged, skipping countries; but now that I'm back, sifting through the digital ether, and catching up on my blog reading, I have to say, there's a lot of articulate, astute people out there in the blogoshpere; and I'm feeling quite privileged to be a part of something so historically anomalous.

Also, a big shout out to all those lovely ladies (and gentlemen) who have linked to me, despite the fact that my updates have been scarce, and my content relatively boring while I was sorting out my hooking quandaries. I'll be updating my links soon, so as not to be a total Pratt.

Upon closer inspection, I think I might be guilty of whoring in order to amass material experience to write about. Well, for that and the money.

A New Home

I decided to give the blog a new home here at TypePad because it gives me a little more control over the system without having to learn anything more about web design.

Ah, lazy me.

Well, not so lazy after all. Importing the content from blogger was supposed to be easy... but it wasn't. There was all this changing, and republishing, and fiddling and nonsense that just about drove me up the wall. Though with it all finally done, I'm feeling a little chuffed: the posts are all there, the formatting is intact, and I even managed to get the comments -- which was looking a little dodgy there for a minute.

What rankles is that had I known even a little more coding than I do, I probably would have managed to do the switch in under half an hour. Stupid computer languages and their insufferable gobbledygook.

Otherwise, I've been working steadily and skillfully. The ideal of course would be only four days out of seven -- that's a rhythm I can manage while still staying sane and happy -- but I've been pulling five so I can have the extra funds to get myself comfortably set up in my new (still undiscovered) home. At least, that's the official reason; but I accept that it may also be because my excitement at being somewhere new and stimulating lures me out into establishments of ill-repute, where I spend stacks of cash on beverages, thus making it that much harder to amass the capital one needs to buy, say, a bed.

Still, it's grand to have the opportunity to choose.