Well I just love a mystery. I’m a want to be shamus. Marlowe is my idol. This is really good timing. I’m finalizing some things, that will start my biz end of this website. Here is Secretive:

Name: Secretive
Date: 01/30/01
Time: 09:57 PM
Comments:

I love signing people’s guestbooks. Especially when its anonymous. You can say anything you want, and people try to figure out if they know you. Well I’ll save you the trouble. I know a lot more than you could possibly imagine.

You are pretty clever with all this web-site business. Maybe you should consider it as a profession, rather than an amusement. The premise of this seems to be your unhappiness with your job. Remember that you have choices. You can really do what you want. It’s not bullshit. You just have to try.

Enoughs, Enough.
Your Unknown Internet Acquaintance

Thanks for the compliment. I don’t consider myself to clever with this “web-site business”, I am a hack. A cheat, in other words. I don’t know html. But, I have fun doing this.

So here it is. I’m going to do a t-shirt. A official Hotel Blues t-shirt. I threatened this before, this time it’s a done deal. Tomorrow I go to sign off on the design. A simple design. It will be a black shirt, with white font. It will have the url and my slogan. It should sell for ten bucks. I have yet to figure out my business model. I’m thinking about online credit card transactions. I just not sure if this is a secure server. So most likely people will e-mail me, then I’ll e-mail back telling were to send their check or money order.

And remember my ulterior motive is not about making money. I just want the the t-shirt for myself. If people buy them then great. I hope to hear from you again Secretive.

I have been thinking about what Secretive said. Maybe He/She is right. Of course some things they said are off base. My favorite part that people always assume about me is:

…people try to figure out if they know you. Well I’ll save you the trouble. I know a lot more than you could possibly imagine.

No you don’t. I don’t want to be rude to someone who has complimented me so nicely. To quote Kevin Smith ” What you don’t know about me I can just about squeeze into the Grand fucking Canyon. Did you know I always wanted to be a dancer in Vegas?” Sorry couldn’t resist. But really, there is a lot of things I don’t talk about here on the website. Something’s I don’t even tell my friends.

Maybe you should consider it as a profession, rather than an amusement.

Ok sure. But I have not been to successful at getting gigs lined up. The only time someone wanted my help I basically told them to go fuck themselves. So I’m not to sure about that. Sure it’s my profession. The same way my profession was an artist. Starving is the adjective here. I can’t quit my day job as of right now. Sure I’m a web designer with a part time hotel job. Of course at parties I still introduce myself as “Turk, Nuclear Physicist.”

The premise of this seems to be your unhappiness with your job.

Actually I don’t really have a premise per say. My unhappiness with my job doesn’t really enter into the equation. With out my hotel job this site would be very boring. When I was unemployed my posts on the X-Files seemed to irritate my readers. I go a step further in saying with out the hotel this site wouldn’t be updated. Shit…Maybe your right. I still feel it’s a secondary plot thread. The site is about me. I don’t think my site is weird, yet it doesn’t fall under the header normal either.

Ah the art of conversation. Secretive you got a gig for me? And come on, give me a hint. I can be a little slow. Or e-mail me. We can have a civilized chat that won’t appear on this page. I’d actually prefer that.