Howdy neighbors. My name is Ravensegg, an obvious nom de
web, but a persona that I have come to know and love. A new me. The old one
had become stale and hollow, always resounding with an annoying reverberation
when hit. I had to sing my way through life just to stop the constant ringing of
that bell. That's right. I sang. In my head. No more room for thoughts of
self-pity, pictures of what might have been, words and deeds left unsaid and
undone to rattle around like Quasimodo-pong inside my cavernous bell-tower
mind; headquarters of Broke and Emptytown. It worked to perfection. Clap,
clap, chimes off. And now I can't stop the music. Ah well, trade one addiction
for another. Like my dear old cyber-mother used to say when I was just a little
byte, "Mutate, mutate, mutate".
And I think I'm doing a pretty good job of it, Mom. I bought a computer. I
went online. From that moment a second chance was born. I gave birth to a new
persona. This new me didn't carry around all that heavy baggage. Wow.
Freedom to explore . . .well, I didn't really know what I was about to explore.
Slowly at first. A tentative hello. A what have we got here. Before I knew it, I
began to find places out there that tapped my brain, people out there that carried
on amusing conversations. Then came the games. Word games. Games of
language and writing and thinking. I couldn't get enough. I progressed to writing
little stories, creating word puzzles, uploading bits of wit and humour. Then
other people began to notice my work. And now I tackle a column in
CyberNews. No form. Sometimes rambling, sometimes pointed,
sometimes loose and funny and sometimes completely without a clue. When I
become unbearably full of myself you will cut me loose like that little piece of
toilet paper that stuck to your shoe when you came out of the bathroom. And
that will be that. End of Ravensegg's fifteen minutes. I'll move on. That's the
key you know; mutate, mutate, mutate.
So that's it from the artist formally known as
that-guy-that-never-smiles-in-the-box-office-at-the-Raven. Oh, the Raven?
The concert of the year? Stanley Mouse doing the poster and Ravensegg
designing the backstage pass. I'll go down in Rolling Stone history! But that's a
story for another column.
By the way, does anyone know how to get the theme from Gilligan's Island out
of your head?
