May
23rd
Its
time for another update from the frontlines of Stu Horvath's unceasing
war on art. Yes, kiddies, strap in and get ready, I feel another rambling
diatribe coming on. Its not to late to click your browser's back button.
Really. I'll give you another couple seconds, as further proof that
I am a kind and merciful god.
OK, now that all the light-weights have fled in terror, I have to
report that there really isn't much to report. The established tools
of the ruling elite (Alcohol, Television, Bad Weather) have once again
managed to delay the forging of my destiny. When "The Man's"
evil mechinations haven't been oppressing me, I've been so bogged
down by my own ingrained concepts of perfection that I can't look
at the site for more than 3 seconds before I start compiling a mental
list of hundreds of things that are wrong with it.
I know you can feel it. Its like the stirring of wind before a storm...the
smell of sulpher from a match before the fire catches. A pep-talk
is lurking, my friends and worse than a normal pep-talk, this one
is being given by myself, to myself. Every day I sink to deeper depths.
But not today! I shall not trouble you dear people with the details
of my madness. Suffice it to say that an artificial deadline has been
set. This site shall be fully opperational by December 1st, or so
help me, someone is going to hear it. Probably someone like my grandmother's
gardener. Or my mailman.
That's it for now. I know, it's a disappointing update, but life is
all about disappointment and Uncle Stu doesn't want to give you a
false sense of hope.
May
19th
Hello,
proud and privileged few. Welcome to the Paper Grail website, if it
can be called such yet. There's about two, maybe three links working
and absolutely none of the Stu Horvath artwork you've been frothing
at the mouth to see. I know, I know, its taking FOREVER. I know, your
little brother's life depends on the rumored cancer-curing properties
of "Clown in the Springtime," a rare Horvath painting from
the turn of the century that until recently had been locked away in
a certain crypt under the Vatican. Well, sorry little brother. Looks
like you'll be looking at the site from heaven's internet portal.
Why
am I sacraficing your wee innocent brother? What has he done to me,
you ask? Nothing, I answer. The fact of the matter is, though, that
this may very well be the most important website I ever do. Therefore,
it must be as perfect as humanly possible. Which is why you cherished
few have been quietly invited to participate in its forging and its
testing. Its kind of like being inside a toystore before it opens,
running up and down the aisles and being filled with childlike glee
and excitement. Except without the toys. Or the glee and excitement.
And I doubt you'd run. Probably more like a defeated trudge.
But I digress. (An occurance that will happen quite frequently on
this page, I'll have you know.)
Now, on to the informational portion of our broadcast. First, I'd
appreciate it if the address doesn't get spread around until my mass
email declares the site open for business. I know that this is difficult.
I know that the address has been selling on ebay and in certain blackmarkets
for nearly fifty cents,
but please, don't succumb to monetary temptation. There are spiritual
rewards much great than anything that fifty cents can buy,
believe it or not.
Second, in the unlikely event that the site gets finished without
you knowing, the proposed domain name is, at the moment, www.papergrail.com.
If its not here, I'm either dead, my computer is dead, the world has
ended, or the site has moved to its new home.
Lastly,
I can always be reached if you have a question or comment. At the
moment, communication will be limited to the usual means: loud yelling
and semaphore. Eventually, I will be installing a red phone labeled
"emergency." Hopefully sometime after that, I'll actually
manage to get it connected to the national network of telephone lines.
But, as the Bill Murray movie says, "Baby steps!"
Stu Horvath,
Sumatra
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