About Zeroes Unlimited.
Apology: I started Zeroes Unlimited after I got a scanner and lost my job, in that order. The Main Idea was to collect and showcase things I'd collected or come across that smacked of a distinct lack of effort. In addition to the articles about ridiculous video games, I had a few scans of vaguely creepy old ads out of comic books and of simply remarkably shoddy bootleg items I'd purchased at (among other places) "King Kong", a doubly-warehouse-sized deep discount store right in the heart of Perth, Western Australia. The site eventually got hosted by OverClocked; the spotlight (such as it was) and feedback made maintaining and updating Zeroes Unlimited rewarding, and fun. I don't think, necessarily, that a lot of the articles have held up as gracefully as I would have liked. At the time, though, it felt fresh and vital. The main page even had a vestigial weblog, for fuck's sake.

My personal life, however, could have been better. I abandoned the site (unsuccessfully - I have since been talked into writing two more Zeroes-style articles, also of interminable quality) and directed my energies into anonymously writing stunningly un-funny autobiography and fiction, more in an attempt to make some fucking sense of things and from an urge to confess than out of any sense of self-importance or entitlement. Some dear friends of mine, however, refused to let Zeroes Unlimited die; when it looked as though its original host had given it the axe, they put mirrors of the site back up seemingly fucking everywhere, occasionally with new content of their own. Steve, bless his black heart, more or less became the site's keeper. As far as I was concerned, he was welcome to it.

I don't particularly feel the need for anonymity, anymore. This site, then, is an incomplete but acceptable collection of my creative output. I wanted it all in One Place, something I could look at, take in as something like a whole, and feel vindicated - that, yes, I had done something.


Perth
This section is still being compiled.
Paris: 1 Dec 2002
Public Library
Apology: for a while, some co-workers and I decided it would be Quite Merry to write about the things we deal(t) with on a day-to-day basis. We adopted goofy little pseudonyms (mine, as you'll see, was "Doc"; I bore the distinction of being the only member of this cartel not to change names somewhere in the duration) through which we vented our frustrations and amused each other and, frankly, nearly no one else. Which is much as it should be. The experiment died out largely due to internal tension: we weathered a particularly nasty season of Office Politics Deluxe which did not necessarily incline one to sit and write Funny.

My entries are included here for completion's sake; some of them make fuck all sense out of context, but I soldier on convinced that profanity, blazingly inappropriate ethnic / cultural stereotypes, cynicism, and dread (he wrote, as though he was under the impression that the Internet was, somehow, lacking in all of these) are as timeless as a dry martini, and just as restorative.
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