Someone Stole my Name!

So it turns out some hip graphic artist actually stole my name and used it to register his new domain name, devlindonnelly.com.

He seems pretty cool. Fortunately, I also happen to have the stylish middle name Dewitt, giving me the full Irish-Gaelic name Devlin Dewitt Donnelly and the domain name www.devlindewittdonnelly.com. I believe that my full name still distinguishes me from every other person on planet Earth. So there is no one else named Devlin Dewitt Donnelly in the whole human universe.

But I guess that doesn't mean that you couldn't still name your son or even daughter after me, making them the second known person to be named Devlin Dewitt Donnelly.

But if you do, and they want to build a new website, they will need to get a different domain name, perhaps devlindewittdonnelly.me, which is still available.

Good luck keeping track of who is who in these modern times. I mean if people are competing for these ancient Irish-Gaelic names, surnames, and domain names just think of what the new children in China must be up against! And they don't even let you use Chinese characters for domain names.

So basically, if you want to give your child a new Chinese name and a website, we will have to overthrow the hegemony of ICANN and permit registering domains with other alphabets beside the Arabic one which you are reading now.

Ho, hum. But rest assured, there is only one Devlin Dewitt Donnelly!

Destroy Punk Rock

Punk Rock, as we once knew it is now, in a sense, undead.

And we only have myself to blame:


"Destroy Punk Rock" by Devlin Dewitt Donnelly

I Can Only Dream in Colors

I can only dream in colors, only waltz in shade.
Only pierce Corollas with Escalades.

I can only dance thusly, not twice, not nice,
but frivolously, vicariously, on through the night.

The Nature of Time & Chicken

Why do you suppose that the earth's animals all come to roost at exactly the wrong time?

I mean honestly urban dwellers, it seems like every other hour I go outside to check the emails, and a new chicken just roosts all up in my mailbox.

Real chicken. New Age digital chicken. Chicken with fries.

Coming soon to an email inbox near you.

If you don't understand what I mean, then check this out: What Real Chicken Do.

The Blog of My Life

A new dye has been cast. A new brick has been drawn. A new line in the sand has been disintegrated and transmogrified into a million tiny quantized packets of digital information and it is all yours and mine to perceive and share with your universal network of informants.

Informants of a new age, a new era. Welcome back to a place where you have never been before, a place that you can only re-conceive and retransmit infinitely.

This is my new blog. And you, young Luke Skywalkers from the third dimension of non-digital earth-state consciousness have entered into a sub-species communique designed to interface with your nervous system and communicate earth-like signals from my real intelligent earthling life, hereby represented only as digital information.

Your mission is simple: to receive these digital communiques with your earth-bound receptors. Enjoy, assimilate as you like, post a reply, create your own blog, and send me the link.

Ours is a medium of information. But you Luke Skywalker, hold the keys to true earth-digitalus symbiosis. Post liberally, post often. Let me know what you think, and don't forget to visit our sponsors on this network, the only network, our network, the Internet.

Happy trails and good will hunting. Salud!