[Antichrist_Filterstar]

Somedays, you really wish you'd gone out and gotten shitfaced instead of coming home from class.

As most of you know, Dierdre and I are active over on the Echoing the Sound forums. We catch some shit from time to time, from the occasional hypocrite or misguided carnivore, but mostly the people there are good, intelligent people who are there to celebrate the work of M.T. Reznor (no matter how misguided he may be acting lately).

Well after Advanced Photolab I came home today to catch up on some work here on the site, only to find out that Dierdre, with no classes until the afternoon, had spent all fucking day long stirring up trouble on the boards with some guy claiming to be Jesus Christ (the link above is for one of the members-only forums; my apologies. If you're not registered, I recommend it despite the bumpy road it can be).

As she's known to do, D fired up Jesus, a couple other folks, and was acting like a total obnoxious, hateful woman on a warparth. To top it all off, it then seemed that one of the moderators put a Filter on the name of our site on the boards.

What does this mean? Well it basically meant that if you typed "Wearing These Chains" on echoing the sound and published a post, you wouldn't see "Wearing These Chains"; you would see "Dumbfucks From Behind The Orange Curtain". Fortunately, it seems this filter was short-lived and has since been removed, but readers of both Wearing These Chains and ETS may have already noted that this is the second filter Dierdre has instigated; the first was a few weeks ago: if you type in her name "Dierdre" it is instantly changed to "buttplug" -- and this one IS still in effect.

EDIT: It seems the powers-that-be at ETS are WTC readers; in response to this post The Dierdre Filter™ has been updated to now change her name to "cervixlump" rather than "buttplug". While they get a +2 for inventiveness, invoking cancer earns them a -6 on the Clever Scale, netting this new filter a total score of -4. Better luck next time, Mods, and Thanks For Reading Wearing These Chains!

Yes, granted, buttplug is a pretty lame name-calling choice, and I really wish they'd tried a bit harder (at least a minor-league "fucktard", c'mon, but "buttplug"? What's next, "poopy pants"?), but that's not the fucking point! The point is that when we started Wearing These Chains, I thought it was to spread a love and appreciation for the majesty and genius of one man: Michael Trent Reznor. It was not meant as a place for hate (though I guess I may be in the minority of NIN fans there), and it was not meant as a place for grandstanding bullshit. (I mean seriously Dierdre; that whole "I am impervious" nonsense you put into your Christ exchange? What the hell was that about, anyway?)

I don't know why you're doing what you're doing, and I don't understand it. I don't know who you even are anymore... and now my own apartment feels like some place I'm not supposed to be, and I'm seeing things I really shouldn't see.

I don't know what to do, Dier, I really don't. And even if you were home, I wouldn't be talking to you about it, because you'd just be in your room listening to "Physical" for the ten thousandth time. On the computer. Making more people hate you.

Maybe it's because you really hate yourself.

G.

the lonely room
6_27_05

echoing the sound
the sounds of crucifixtion
that you have brought upon us
why do you stand so proud?
so strong
so (in)tolerable
terrible
trollable
you are the hate you breathe
(and breathe the hate you want to be)

i remember a dewy dawn
of sanctified perfection
insurrection to injustice
all for the love of purity

but you've burned it all away
you've burned it all away
your fist and your fight
and you make me want to hate again
this road can be so hard
when the traveller grows weary
but when I saw your face every day
it makes me want to scream hell's fury

don't you fucking know?
not what you are
but what you've become?
so hateful
such rage
I hold myself in temper's cage
so i don't strike out
to erase the one you have become

you can blacken the sky
with the poison of your mind's eye
but it won't get you any further
further from your deepest dark inside
but you've pushed so hard away
with your jokes and your lies and your
pithy innuendo
all i know for sure
is that i won't be there
on the day that we all
have to say
goodbye