My name is Phil LaDouceur, though I’ve also been known as Phil Tippit. This was a stage name I used in Minnesota. Because of it, I actually was able to write on my passport application that I do indeed have an alias. I felt cool for all of fifteen minutes.
In case you really need to know, I look like this:
As usual, I am drinking something. In a subterranean lair.
This is my website, which I’m going to use as an online storage/sharing space for things I write. Eventually I might add a podcast, but I’m going to concentrate on creating material at the moment. Actually, I just sometimes fuck around here. I’m thinking of doing more photo blogging with my iPhone (yes, you may touch the hem of my garment), but mostly I just pay eighty dollars a year for the thrill of owning my own domain and frustrating myself with my inability to understand even the simplest PHP.
I live in Seattle, Washington, where I have just arrived and settled in. If you’d like to get in touch with me, feel free to email me, or locate and ‘friend’ me at one of my various online places:
Lately I’ve been playing with Twitter, even though I know no one who uses it. Well, except for famous people and a Mars Probe. But it seems really cool.
Facebook, where zombies and hugs bizarrely go together.
MySpace, which needs to go away, but too many people use it, and due to my desperate need for attention, I do, too. I finally moved out of the trailer park of the Internet.
Flickr, which I’m just starting to use. I’m actually rethinking this, since I don’t know if I want to pay money for it anymore.
del.icio.us, where I save stuff in a manageable fashion. Though I really am considering moving it all to this website.
last.fm, where you can see the embarrassing things I listen to.
I can also be found (sometimes) on various chatty-service thingies. My ICQ number is 425127711, my AOL is pmltgrw, I’m tippit on Google Talk, and phillip.ladouceur on Skype.
All content on this blog is issued under an Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 Creative Commons License, except for obvious things like quotes from other people, or comments you make. Yes, your pithy remarks about my failures as a writer are your intellectual property, and I wouldn’t think of taking that from you. Though I may mail you a bucket of intestines in thanks for your insight.