A Change of Tone, or

Less Boring and More Space Creatures

Dear Diary: since a fair amount of my income depends on getting people to view my writings, I think I will do a few things.

First, I will have to block all access to this blog by browsers that don't automatically download the advertising content. Secondly, I think I will stick to topics that will bring in traffic from all around the world, rather than merely posting endless reams of self-referential and gloomy crap that isn't of interest to anyone but my stalkers in the neighborhood.

So, what do I know about, other than local politics, urban planning as applied to local politics, batshit crazy local freaks on a rampage of driving each other insane in incitatory preparation to yet-another mass eruption of genocide against imaginary beings (which will hurt a lot of unsuspecting normal people), and general topics on the not-entirely-unrelated fields of personality disorders and counterintelligence theory?

Well, believe it or not, for some years I have been considered "a expert voice of reason" on the topics of Extraterrestrials (all hypothetical, of course), and of Vampires In English Literature.

Since I am about dead fucking tired of goddamn vampires on television and in the theaters -- not to mention the squads of Foreign Teen Ninja Vixens who all want to be Buffy the Vampire Slayer and don't mind getting carried away and "acting out" against Goths, Darkwavers, and Emos -- I think I'll steer clear of the topic.

Instead, I think I'll try to attract some fine, fun, and fearless discussion and traffic of the new show V.

This is shaping up to be really deep, dark, nasty, and convoluted, as all decent SF-Horror works should be.

The Astute Reader will be reminded that SF-Horror is where I live, what I love, and what I'm good at... and I'm as good at the creepy horror as I am at the hard-core fact-based science that should be at the heart of all Science Fiction.

So get ready: I intend to creep out some folks and bring in some traffic. And very little of this is going to be all about me...

But a lot of it might be doing my very best to convince anyone cruising through the neighborhood that there are in fact a lot of really scary infiltrators all over the place... and it might not be a question of "what country did you sneak in from, dude?", it might be a question of "from what planet did you invade, lizard-breath?"

Always remember, folks...

There's more than one kind of Illegal ALIEN.

And I am against them ALL.