The old gaffers over at Gobb's House of Ancient Punks are still mired in a few annoying computer problems that will be remedied shortly. I'm sure you've seen the site that's being set up for all the folks who can't get enough technology in their lit and movie preferences. This site is different, though.
It's for the rest of you (and for them as well, when they're not nerding and transformerating around). You can sound off here about anything and everything, personal, political, cultural, profound or comical. Every veteran commenter from Over There can be an authorized poster here. All you have to do is send a gmail address to Metalkort (at) gmail,com, (include your existing commenter monicker for ID purposes) and I will send you an official "Blogger Invite" to become a poster. Anyone who doesn't want to be a poster can still comment, obviously, along with the rest of the world.
The Rules of Engagement here are very simple: Remember that everyone you're talking to or responding to is a human being, not a set of dismissible labels. No one's getting thrown out for an occasional profane outburst, but context matters.
The ambitious essay stuff will remain where it is for the most part, and you're still encouraged to have at it over there as well. But the point about a so-called 'Intimidation Factor' has been fully understood and assimilated. There will be none of that here. No pontificating about grammar, spelling, cogency, and the mechanics of rhetoric and argumentation. That's a solemn promise from the withered elders. When they come here, they come as ordinary band members to the Debate in the Blade, and even if St. Nuke himself chooses to participate, he will be as humble as an ant. My suspicion, though, is that he will be listening and learning from what you have to say, what you care about, what you value, and what you simply enjoy.
None of this means that what happens in the Blade has to be lowbrow or lacking an edge. This is the Metalkort, after all. Bring it ALL here. St. Nuke may rule in the Bitterbox, but in the Blade the voice of every man and woman may be heard, and conquer, based on the heart behind it.
And since this all belongs really to you, feel free to wax didactic about any ideas or rules you think should govern what goes on here, In the Metalkort. It's all, absolutely, completely, and finally, up to you.
Who am I, you ask? The lowest of the low from the original South Street scene. I'm here to play with you because I get sick of the demortals too, and it's just possible I might be able to answer questions, even personal ones, you wouldn't want to pose Over There.
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