MONTHLY MYSTERY: a secret beneath the soil

welcome to the buzone-official BUGZONE, home of the bug and the zone. this is the place where it happens. this is the place where. this... it is a place,,,,

many come here, none come here. it exists, as it were, in paradox between being and nonbeing, force and form. there is lore. there is not-lore, there is the interstitial position between the two. do these be truths spoken from on high, or ramblings of the sort than emerge only from pure madness? push on, dear reader, and unravel for yourself the yarn from which our universe is threaded.


buglore

various narratives as determined by the wheel of time

the deep cuts. we make history here. we archive history here. the future itself here is a sort of history here but told in reverse here. it is written as it is lived. lore then exists in a flux, in a state of constant fluidity. life is a river and we are both the fisherman casting his line into its stream, and the fish which take the bait. implications of this are huge as all things are subject to retroactive continuity and proactive continuity.

for the bugsisters, for the ones present here, the readers, the percievers, for you -- the continuity which has been established at present is thus:


bugblog

some would call it "diet lore"

what the hell. what the frick. what the fuck even. this is the blog, this is the spot where things are talked about that are not talked about in the other spots. high-impact posting which may or may not occur. phases of the moon are highly poignant here. allow some pontification, some musing. allow for the formulation of opinions on occasion, the contents of which usually boil down to something along the lines of "common lisp is so cool" or "look at this duck i saw in a pond". scholars debate whether the latter of these two examples constitutes as an opnion, or is just a statement. this too is an opinion.

the homepage of the blog, in all its glory or lack thereof, can be accessed here.


bugwords

some call her the next "will i am shakes pear"

in the beginning was the word and the word was bugbugbugbugbug. something happened here. evil things. good things. the flesh of the fallen prey is that same stardust which becomes the soil that feeds the seeds that grow to trees to tower over all life they govern. elder scrolls lore is available to read on the Unofficial Elder Scrolls Pages and contains notable books like the 36 lessons of vivec and lusty argonian maid. maybe this is the unofficial bug pages. updates are sporadic and probably rare unless i have an open mic coming up and am like oh damn i gotta make new words.

i write horror sometimes, so discretion is necessary there if squeamish regarding such. sometimes i write other things. mostly i just think damn i should write more and instead do other activities of the computer variety. you can meditate upon the apocrypha here.


bigbookofbug

what the hell wow the bigbookofbug is REAL!

yes, dear reader, it is here in the flesh. this is the bigbookofbug, as foretold in the ancient tomes. its a rather modern tome itself, to be honest. called by other names as well, such as the "huge tome of insect" or perhaps the "brobdingnagian codex containing creatures". really quite an amazing thing. written by the world. written by fine people such as yourself, dear reader. bigbookofbug book form is here. wait, no, its here.