Since Jim hasn’t updated this website in, like, weeks, he told me that I could post a few things here.  Hi.  My name is Scott Keener.  Interloper on websites, head-poker-inner on the Internet, and attempted cartoonist (see my 1024 below). Though, I’ve been told my cartoons are “unfunny” (thanks, Mom), they’re inspired by John Porcellino’s King Cat Comics, which, as anybody knows, are less funny than just flat-out profound.  And so I scribble in his wake.

Jim says that the posts are only supposed to be 200 words, but I’m too lazy to count–or better, too lazy to edit, so I’m just going to type until it starts to feel 200ish–which I take to mean just long enough to be piquant but not long enough to be tedious.  In anyways, these things are supposed to be guidelines, right? Like speed limits or degrees of misdemeanors.  At what point does possession cross over to intent to distribute?  I can’t remember these things and couldn’t afford enough to worry.

So about me.  I live in Charlottesville, Virginia, but don’t get me wrong.  I don’t go to UVA and I don’t listen to DMB.  I just ended up here as a contractor at a company who whipsawed me down here at the tail end of some colossal corporate reshuffle.  As a member of the yawning 99%, I find I must work. And so I live here–caught between TJ’s prissy college and the flat-out redneck wastes that stretch thither in every direction.  At least there’s Humpback Rocks and Skyline Drive, not far off, where you can go and breath.  I spend a lot of weekends up in nem nar mountins, chewing on grass.  That, and drawing.