Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
July 18, 2008 ~ 09:57:12 PM * -07:00ST
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Log # 156
Status Report: excuse me wtf r u doin
My name is Eliza Gauger. I am a mercenary artist, gonzo blogger, and freelance enthusiast.
You can find me at Twitter, MySpace, Flickr, and LiveJournal.
I sell prints of my artwork. Prints are $35, 8.5×11″, full color, on professional matte photo paper. Other sizes can probably be arranged. I will be postponing any further print shipments until next month.
Unhallowed Metropolis, a steampunk-horror RPG set in a grim future London, is almost complete. I did quite a few of the illustrations for this book, including photography, photomanipulation, and drawing/painting. It should launch at this year’s GenCon. I have been asked to art direct a few of the future installments and expansions, and gave a tentative yes.
The Bee Commission went up at Glo’s Cafe on Capital Hill (Seattle), was up long enough to deeply offend the establishment’s owner, and was taken down again. Awesome.
Eliza Gauger: Collected Works has been taken down after a successful run at Lighthouse Roasters in Fremont (Seattle).
Table of Malcontents is being gassed by Wired. You have until June 30th to enjoy the gutted, stinking remains of what was, briefly, the absolute only source of steampunk hentai you would ever need. A moment of silence, please. Followed by a moment of gurgling screams.
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Eliza Gauger on May 11th, 2007 ~ 08:31:21 PM
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Log # 103
Eliza Begins Her Game|Life Spew
It’s true. I left Kotaku.
Mostly. Sort of. I’ll probably do them the occasional editorial cartoon and/or feature article, but for the most part my time there is up. I should probably make up some hilarious and discomfiting story of betrayal and broken hearts, but I just work for Wired now and there was no drama to be found.
While I opened up my salvo earlier this week with a tasty number about fat British children being carrot-and-sticked into getting off their asses, excuse me, arses, I will in fact be focusing on MMOs and something everyone keeps referring to as “virtual worlds”.
“That’s fine,” I drawled from under my fedora, “but the fees, man.”
Grimy rain left trackmarks on our trenchcoats like punctures on a Burroughsian junkie. In the distance, the eleven o’clock to St. Louie blew mournfully, and was joined by a lonesome pit bull.
“Don’t worry,” Joel returned, his slitted eyes lit not only by the jaundiced streetlight, but by something between madness and hayfever, “it’s all been taken care of.”
Don’t get excited, it’s not fancy Wired, it’s Wired Blogs. But with my help and the blessings of Allah, it will become fancy to be a Wired blog in no time at all.
To this end, I direct all my Kotaku readers (my darling, airborn ape brigade) to add Game|Life (soon to be renamed) to their RSS readers, and consume my frothing textuals six to eight times daily, or as directed by your physician.
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Eliza Gauger on November 9th, 2006 ~ 01:51:57 AM
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Log # 14
On the New Deal
I am now almost fully functioning over at Wordpress. Thanks to Leeny and Cambler for hooking me up with the install and hosting, and thanks to for hosting me for all those years.
I will now soothe your burning curiosity with a medicinal and informative balm:
Pwease tell me Elizoid, what you using to push posts to LJ?
I am using a WordPress plugin called LJ Crossposter, or LJXP for short. It seems to do more than push, it MAINTAINS. So when I delete a post from WP, it’s deleted from LJ as well. I think it also edits LJ when I edit WP. Not sure about the last two.
But…but…will you be posting on LJ still?
Mebbe…if I have SECRET THINGS to say to people on my various filters. Which I do sometimes. However, I will probably not be checking my friends list, as it is from three or four site designs ago and hurts my eyes with its stupid. But I still want to read about every time your cat fucks your best friend in the bathroom at the Cha Cha Lounge, so I supposed I must continue to read actual El Jays. I will find some way to aggregate you people into a feed and form your words with my naked will. Mwee hee heeee…
What will you post about here, yes here, in this blog of blogs?
First of all, stop saying “blog”. That word is a thousand ravenous echidnas rasped across the surface of my brain.
Secondly, I DUNNO! I have great plans in the works, and while I would prefer to come out of the screaming blue with no warning, the vast litter of pulsing maggots left across the Weaselnet by 16-year-old me is prodigious and sickening enough to warrant a Google war. I need people to find this FIRST, you understand? Best to be a solid presence with a definate personality, than the bits and bobs of forgotten Geocities pages and god knows what else…I am frightened.
On the docket:
- Find a way to push to MySpace
- Aggregate latest Kotaku posts in a page and a sidebar
- Aggregate portfolio artworks on a page
- Make splash page
- dicks
- Find a way to pull from LJ (would be nice to have the last few months of public posts up here)
- Tweak fonts and colors, especially in sidebar
- Aggregate comics on a page/sidebar
- run Tuneup to get rid of hideous “/” bug.
- Find out if there’s a fetish for hiccups (answer is automatically “Yes”; any time you ask that question, the mere act of asking it creates the fetish even if one did not exist before)
- MORE TEA. I am drinking this bodacious pomegranate stuff and it sounds limp-wristed, but it’s actually hardcore. HardGAY.
I will almost certainly be irritating about shiny new plugins and whatnot. And gum. I must have more gum.
