What Ten Years of Whatever Looks Like

As seen through the magic of blog titles. The first is from 1998; the final one from 2007. To see the latest, just look up.

Will the title art change again? Oh, I think we all know the answer to that, don’t we.

11 Comments on “What Ten Years of Whatever Looks Like”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, pendulous

    Is there a ratio of title card changes to book deadlines? Kind of like the ratio of PhotoSHopping to book deadlines?

  2. The one thing I noticed with all those whatevers stacked up is that you’ve been putting the word “HATE” at the top of your column for ten years now.

    So, tell us how you really feel about humanity, John, if you’ve been hiding this all this time.

    Naaaah, just kidding. It’s just a side effect of the stacked-up typography: The word “whatever” is kind of weird-looking — is it pronounced “whate-ver”, perhaps? (if you follow the normal English language rules, “baseball” would be pronounced “bah-‘seh-ball”).

  3. Actually, a compound word is pronounced according to the way the component words are pronounced alone, regardless of the appearance.

    But that’s beside the point. I actually popped on to say that I think “Taunting the tauntable” is the best slogan to date.

  4. I truly enjoyed your AOL journal, with pictures of the cat, the dog, your daughter, and so forth. I still miss that one.

    This one, though, is probably much more the “real you”. I’m sure AOL didn’t want you expressing certain opinions of your own.

  5. Welcome… to Scalzicom.

    The unreal is made real… at Scalzicom.

    Your parents never thought you would amount to anything, but you can prove them wrong… at Scalzicom.

  6. The Smithsonian is calling — they want to know how the hell they can exhibit ten years of Ethernet data… Never mind. Skynet just deleted it.

    Dr. Phil

  7. I totally dig that first one. Do you remember how you made it? I would really like to rip off your idea, but I don’t want to put a lot of work into it. Thanks!

  8. Just ordered my ticket, looking forward to meet you guy’s and glad to see that you guy’s think of us in the UK

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