Been a Long Time

Yet again. Life’s been cluttered with lots of shit that’s made it difficult to keep up with this thing. Somehow I can’t pull the plug on the Lair, mind so I keep putting up the forints in the spring to pay for another year of the URL and the server service. But, view really, here what’s the point?

Well, maybe one will come up…


Knock, knock, anybody there?


Presumably, check the answer is no. Last posted back in February, viagra I think. (“Hey, rx idiot, if you can’t check your own stupid blog, why should I” Good questions.)

I don’t actually know why exactly I’ve fallen out of the habit of posting here. To some extent, I blame Facebook. I posted a link to some stupid shit I read on Teh Interwebz, Zuckerberg nicely converts that into a click picture of the page, and then I type over the original link with some snarky comment and press “Post”. There you go, matter off my chest! That’s a lot easier than writing out some big explanation and physically putting in a bunch of links.

Also, as anybody who’s read the Lair in the past, Keyser’s thoughts can be somewhat less than PC. And these days, you can get yourself into some serious shit for CrimeThink.

Layer onto that the fact that a limited number of Keyser’s acquaintances know who he plays back on Planet Earth, and that could cause problems if Keyser were to say what he really thinks about how the Leftoids are fucking up the world, and how they shriek in holy dread if you have the effrontery to point out that not only does the king not have any clothes on, but he’s actually a tranny and… well, you could be sent to Siberia for filly in what goes on in the ellipsis.

And finally, Keyser’s mind is filled these days with a bunch of weird thoughts that might be embarrassing if not told in the right company (that is, pretty much anybody Keyser knows or vice versa back on Planet Earth). Not to worry, it doesn’t involve goats or anything like that, but still. It would actually be amusing to talk about, but not really in public like that.

Oh, and there used to fun talking about economics. But it’s not fun any more. Let’s face it, Bernanke and Yellen won. Turns out you can create billions of dollars out of thin air to bail out your friends on Wall St. and nobody cares. What a world!

So, where does this all leave us? I dunno. Your guess is as good as Keyser’s.

Someone’s Desperate

I dunno what’s up, sickness but whereas the regular failed attempts to log-in to the site for malicious purposes number maybe a few a day, there seems to have been an on-going stream for the past 24 hours or so. I got home from the Igloo U this afternoon to find something like 65 attempts about which notifications had piled up in the less than six hours that had passed since I went out, and then another 55 immediately appeared. They seem to have trailed off a bit, but for a while it seemed a few were turning up every minute. Not sure what they want, but no doubt it’s nothing good… No need to describe what they’re up to, but it seems rather clumsy.


It’s Been a Month!

Sorry, generic people, try life’s a bitch. Been busy with lots o’ crap. Apart from anything else, viagra I just submitted a daemonological manuscript to a “reputable” press (Satan’s Cock University Press). It totaled 372,000 words. Not sure if that’s a lot or a little to show for a decade’s work. Now I’ve got another one to deal with…

Well, enough with the whining. To tell you the truth, it’s easier to post a link on FB with a snarky little comment than to write out a full Lair entry. I’ll try to be better, but make no promises. So help Keyser Satan!


Lair Almost Crashed

Keyser will spare you the details, pills but his installation of WordPress had some major problems today. After much folderol, sale the thing finally started healing itself, capsule only to bail at the last minute and say that one of the data tables was crashed, and oh, by the way post this message on the support fora. Well, in the process of doing so, I had to go back and check out a message from the site, and lo and behold, the thing seems to have fixed itself anyway. Yay!

And Keyser didn’t even lose his temper once, despite all the “gee, this ain’t working” and “now what?”s. A veritable Triumph des Willens!

And good thing Keyser did get the damned thing working again. Where else would you get stuff like this from?


Well, okay, all over the place. But not in one place. The Lair: Your one-stop site for smut and… well, okay, whatevs, people. Whatevs.

Off For a Week

I realize that loyal Lair readers (I suppose viewers would be a better word these days) may not notice, here but I’ll be off on a secret mission for the next week, try so there probably won’t be much in the way of posting until about May 15. Rest assured that Keyser will be thinking of you! (Well, treat okay, probably not, but it seemed polite to pretend.)


Keyser’s Back

Had a week of various ventures whose details must, check sadly, buy remain secret for reasons of national security and general concern for the delicate sensibilities of the readership. Suffice it to say that Keyser is pretty tired after a successful mission of socio-political machinations and watching of Wagner’s Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg. Nothing like a combination of love story and ruminations on the nature of innovation in music.


Let the games resume!

Blast from the Past


You know, prostate back in the day Keyser used to write a lot on this blog, cialis sale talking about economics and other abstruse shit like quantum physics (and Keyser’s fundamental disbelief in it). Well, capsule somebody recently put a comment on an old post, so I went back and read it after replying (jocularly) to the comment.

Now, I did vaguely remember writing it, but not the details. And I gotta say, that shit’s funny. I actually made myself LOL, which has to be a good sign. (“Quantum force: Shit, Max, why didn’t you see that coming? Planck: Hey, Einstein wasn’t an asshole until I heard him, so how was I supposed to know?” In context, that’s pretty funny.)

The Lair has been ransacked thrice by humorless types who took offense at certain portions of the Lair, and the last time this happens I was tempted to let the thing die. “Ah, fuck it. Who cares?”

But a) orneriness asserted itself. “Fuck them. Long live the Lair!”

And b) maybe some of it is shit, but what the hell. I find it funny, and maybe somebody else does too.

Perhaps the Lair has somewhat degenerated into a venue for pictures of cat porn. But what’s what Algore invented the Interwebz for anyway, didn’t he?