One of those sort of chintzy web-novel thingies. It involves the sordid internal dialogue of a mother and "the baby" as she, the mother, ambulates about her apartment performing various domestic type tasks. The structural system of little footnote-y links that elaborate little bits of the main body of the story remind me of reading Infinite Jest. Most entertainingly the woman refers to her baby as "the baby" and "the baby" is pretty much more interesting than her. It seems, based upon my chosen links, that net.art of the visual variety has very limited appeal to me. In fact I have decided that it is rather fucking obnoxious and that people should refrain from producing any more of it. Story/writing/narative/shit-poetry based stuff is OK I guess.

This is a page I came across whilst frustratedly slogging about on one of those rabbit-hole-look-there-are-so-many-fucking-links-all-over-that-move-and-change-colors-and-shit-aren't-we-so-disruptive-type-sites. It is rather unremarkable in most ways, but I found it a semi-welcome respite from the rest of the site. Like many other sites of this era, it is a web poetry message board of sorts that relies on user generated content, namely semi-anonymous bits'o "creative writing" that are supposedly prompted by way of the writer viewing one of three pairings of images. Some users attempt to narrativise the images to varying degrees of success, and some people write about fucking jars of peanut butter, as in literally humping said jar. Like many such collections of user generated avant-poetry it becomes increasingly difficult to suss out which pieces have an actual considered conceptual core, and which are just word diarrhea. Nevertheless, I found some of them sort of charming. Also of note is that there are mail-to links associated with each writing that are supposedly linked to the writers email account. This seems bizarre in a present where such personal information is closely guarded, hidden from the masses of web-weirdos and spambots.