What is this site? It's a place for my stories (which are largely erotica -- or at least sexually explicit), for rants, for meditations on writing, for silly stuff.
Your usual Web brain-dump, in other words.
To everyone who drops by, and especially to:
What those links up there at the top of the page mean...
I welcome comments, criticism and unbridled praise. I even answer the occasional question (see below). But...
This is donated space. I have it only through the kindness of others.
Because my old address (j_shelbourne@yahoo.com) is currently being hammered by the SoBig.F worm, mail sent there is not guaranteed to reach me; the mailbox may be full. (Presumably this will stop after September 10, but who knows?)
Therefore, I have set up a new Yahoo account, which I'm not going to link to because of the way various worms scan saved web pages. You can reach me at jordanshelbourne @ yahoo.com.
I like to hear from you.
People say to me: "Information wants to be free."
Information doesn't want to be free. Information wants to be loved, cuddled, and put to work. Information wants a steady job. Information wants to meet new people. It wants an on-going relationship -- after all, so many people have a brief dalliance with information early in their lives before abandoning it altogether.
Information wants to be used, not abused. Information is a flirt, always seeking a new ear to whisper in. Information sheds its skin every seven years and leaves the cast-offs in people's brains. Information likes to dress down.
Information has a habit of showing up late. Information usually withholds part of itself. Information likes to play word games. Information is sometimes two-faced, being different things to different people -- but this is only because information is basically insecure.
Like everyone else, information is fond of chocolate.
Y'know, I used to have a counter here, run by Maxwell's Daemon, but the daemon's absentee rate was so high, I've sacked him.
Besides, you're not the kind of person who cares whether you're following the crowd, right? You've got a sense of yourself, of your own worth, of the value of your opinions, right? You don't care how many times this page has been hit, whether by you or by me or by anyone else...
Oh, okay. Look here for the counter.
This page was black to show solidarity with the
Coalition to Stop Net Censorship.