Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself

So here we go, and there you are.

zimzim urallala zimzim urallala zimzim zanzibar zimzalla zam

— The party motto

Come you digital refugees. Gather here those of you bored by Gawker, annoyed by the seriousness of Reddit’s sudden respectability, and cast out by HuffPo. If you have walked the internet’s halls of flame, watched the Well sink, mourned the sale of LiveJournal, wept for Digg, abandoned Fark, and remember the Portal of Evil, Encyclopedia Dramatica, and Suck, then perhaps you are one of the digital gypsies still looking for the promised land.

We now know that there is no promised land. We come, we colonize, they monetize us, the site starts to suck, and we move on.

Here is fresh sod. I think we should start by introducing ourselves to each other.

The Yelp of Gutbloom

I was born during a hurricane. My mama was a mountain lion and my daddy was a grizzly bear. I came out backwards with my eyes open and they knew I was going to be a prophet. I can drink more whiskey and chew more tobacco than any man alive. I once ate a whole cow.

I was on ARAPNET; I soldered together two tin cans, a transistor from a radio, and four feet of fishing leaders, then made an anarchie search on a Tandy 1000. Before there was digital porn I used to grok images translated from the Sears catalog into machine code. I know moar than you. I was bolo champion of my office, I played Daleks on the first MacIntoshes, I orc rushed your village in the original Warcraft, I solved Myst in, like, four minutes, I crashed your fleet in O-game, I bullied you in Kingdom’s Live on a prototype iPhone, I wrote “My dick is made of cheddar cheese” in daffodils on Farmville while you were still trying to meet people at the farmer’s market. I am, you see, a romping, stomping, 230 pound, Internet tough guy. A mouth breathing, window-licking, you-don’t-want-to-see-my-real-picture-but-I-want-to-see-yours, uber troll.

I was the mayor of LiveJournal.

I am, as of this post, declaring my candidacy for the position of Tribune of the Plebeians here at Medium, and I think the election should be held tomorrow.

Here is the sod, there are the digits. We can plant the funny in this earth, until they ruin the thing. What say you, ye nomads of the Internets?

Tribune of Medium. Mayor Emeritus of LiveJournal. Third Pharaoh of the Elusive Order of St. John the Dwarf. I am to Medium what bratwurst is to food.