Hedville

Every so often a person has to stop, look around, and ask “Where am I?”

I’ve been doing that a lot recently.  I find myself wondering if I’m doing what I want to be doing and if not, what should I do about it.   I just can’t help but to think that I was meant to do something creative.  I was supposed to be an actor, or filmmaker. maybe a graphic artist.  What ever it is, it’s not a business man.  I was never meant to wake up in the morning, put on my dress shirt and slacks, make myself a coffee, grab my briefcase, and head off into the morning processional of drones travelling towards an existence of dissatisfaction.

I’m supposed to get up in the morning, throw on a t-shirt and shorts, look at myself in the mirror and laugh at the general disarray of hair as it juts in every direction away from the scalp.  After that…who knows?  I create something!  I sit at my computer, fire up whatever graphics software I need to do whatever type of design I’m working on, and illustrate a vision that, to this point, has only been viewable on the inside of my eyelids.  Perhaps something different.  Maybe I’m supposed to plop down on my over-sized couch and pick up the latest script from whatever movie I’m involved in.  I memorize my scene for the day before I deliver the most stunning performance of my life.

I catch myself wondering how I ended up where I did – dissatisfied and at a loss what to do about it.  I often sit at my desk in my office on the top floor of a building known as the Mansion House (redundant, I know), blinking at the quarterly budget variance analysis and telling myself, “This is not where I’m supposed to be.  This is not what I’m supposed to be doing!”

The shame about the whole thing is that the existance that I’ve inadvertantly chosen for myself or somehow allowed people to choose for me, has sapped my motivation to change things.  I feel weary.  I feel beaten.  I let my frustrations put me into this hole that I can’t climb out of.  So here I sit, not doing anything about it.  Not knowing how.  Not knowing where.

Grimmy Grimmy has no hair
but he has a robe to wear.
Why a robe and no hair?
That’s the question to ask, right there.

He’s got no shirt. He’s got no pants.
He wears a robe and not by chance.

Grimmy Grimmy has no shoes.
Going barefoot is what he’ll choose.
Somebody call the local news.
What, where, why, when and whos?

No hair, no shirt, no shoes, or pants.
He wears a robe and not by chance.

Grimmy Grimmy doesn’t own a coat.
At least that’s what the newsman wrote.
“Just a robe,” said the newsman’s note.
No other thing does Grimmy tote.

No shoes or shirt, coat, hair or pants?
Just a robe and not by chance.

No shoes, no shirt, no pants at all?
They’ll never let him in the mall.
No gloves or hats hang in the hall?
No tuxedo for the Governer’s Ball.

No shoes, shirt, hair, hat, coat or pants.
No gloves or suits and not by chance.

Can someone please tell me why?
Is something wrong with that guy?
Does he spend his time getting high?
God have mercy, oh me oh my!

So you want to know the truthful reason?
Why he commits this fashion treason?
It all began sometime last season.
He found the robe to be more pleasin’.

You see, my friend, it’s not his fault.
He read the words “Die Gestalt”
He wanted to be worth his salt,
so he went and formed a brand new cult.

They don’t wear those things such as pants
They wear a robe and not by chance.
It makes it easier for them to dance
Whenever they’re put in a dinasaur trance.

Fail? I think not!

Well, folks, it looks like we are progressing nicely.  You start a cult and you think, “This is great!  I’ve got quite the nice internet community thing going on here.  Where do I go next?”  The answer:  convential media.  The DHC rocketed on the web as a fine upstanding cult, but may have missed out on an important medium for recruiting.  Newsprint - Not as popular these days with every tidbit of news at your key-clicking fingertips, but still a powerful means of conveying information.  It’s important for us to step back from time to time and assess where to go when you’re already on top.  I mean, we are looking for world domination, right?  So, I’ve sent out what I like to call our “street team” to begin infiltrating private industry.  I figure, “Start with the media”.  We’ll see what happens next.  Once the private sector has been assimilated we can go after the political arena.  Public office is where it’s at!  I can here it now:  President of the United States of America – Grim Jones.  It’s got a nice ring.

Well, folks.  We’ve finally arrived.  What an incredible journey it’s been.  From the humble beginnings on Lostpedia to the the meteoric rise to the best known thread on the LP forums, and onward and upward.  Here we are in our new home.  Pardon all the boxes and stuff lying around.  I haven’t yet gotten everything situated. 

Over the next few weeks (or months) you will likely see changes to both the Hedville blog pages, as well as the Forums.  It’s been a harrowing effort to get this far and I still have a long way to go.  Please feel free to send me any and all suggestions, criticism, and make known any technical issues you come across.  Even if you just want to stop by and say, “Hello”.  I’m always around and love entertaining company.

For any of the new folks, I think you’ll find our community quite enjoyable.  We are quite a diverse group of individuals that have come together and formed a bond which you don’t often see on the internet.  For all of our different parts we really are a remarkable whole.

So, go ahead and get settled in and have fun.  That is what we’re all about here in The DHC!