FTTW's 1st Birthday:
Our Authors Reminisce, Part 3
by FTTW Staff

Today is the first birthday of Faster Than The World. We'll be celebrating all week, so keep checking here because we have some fun contests to go along with the celebration.

Each of the authors of FTTW has taken the time to write a "how they got here" story of how they came to be part of this site. Maybe some of these stories are not true at all. Maybe. Maybe some of our authors spent too much time at the FTTW moonshine still. We are not responsible for the accuracy of their tales. But we are responsible for them being here, and no matter what, we're proud of that.

We posted a few already, here's the rest.

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Bonnie (Raising Hell)

For the past 5 years I have been telling Michele all of my crazy stories about my kids. We usually exchanged stories while sitting and having coffee in the morning at work. She makes the best coffee. One day Michele said, "you know, you really need to write this stuff down and I have the perfect place to do it!" I had been reading one of Michele's blogs for a while and I knew that a very wide variety of people would be reading the things I was going to write and possibly comment on them and that got me very excited! I have always enjoyed writing but never really had an outlet for it. FTTW gives me that outlet, along with a great bunch of people to pal around with. I have enjoyed sharing my stories as well as reading the stories that the other writers here at FTTW have to share.

Jo (Amie)

I had been working on my little comic for about 3 years by then. A close friend, Bloo, had told her mother, Bonnie, about my comic and she has been a reader of FTTW. Michele and Turtle had made an announcement that they were looking for a weekly serialized comic to post. She gave me the website to check it out and told me to e-mail Michele if I was interested. I did and we spoke briefly. I sent them a few pages of my comic and then next week I had my first posting of Amie on FTTW. That was almost a year ago and I've enjoyed everyday of it.

Dave (Roughin' It)


I was a regular reader and commenter of ASV, and occasionally emailed Michele. She did a guest appearance once on an internet radio program, God I forget who they were, anyway she pretended to blow up and get mad and dropped a few f-bombs, and I remember emailing her something like "you almost convinced me". She was a little down about it, cause she had convinced quite a few people and they were giving her shit about it.

Anyway, so we were fakey-internet friends.

I sent her a story I had written about my schmaltzy Christmas tree and she published it on ASV. My first blog post.

Later when a couple of hurricanes blew through this part of the world I did a couple more for her on refugees and stuff.

I can't remember the one I sent her for FTTW, no wait it was two, but she gave me guest appearances, and then asked me if I wanted to be a regular contributor. I have an ego the size of the room so I said "sure"!

I'm not really a writer, I'm more of an occasionally amusing story teller. I can be serious like anybody else, but other people do that so much better than I. I hope I make people grin or laugh, or remember something nice.

Josh (Dishful of Metal/Editor)

I don't remember exactly how it came about. I had helped M with some tech stuff occasionally. I sent her a Faith No More rock and roll comic and some other swag. She helped me with some graphics for another site I was running at the time (called Dishful of Metal, hence the column name). When FTTW was in its infancy as a web mag, she asked me to contribute, and when it started getting big, she asked me to be an editor, what with me making sciences and all.

Kristine (The Last Word)

Three months ago ProducedBy told me I had to write something or he wouldn't be my friend anymore.

That's how I came to FTTW.

Deb (I'll See You On The Ice)

I'd known Jo (of Amie fame) for a few years through LiveJoural on the internets. I don't even remember how we found each other on that, but we did.

So one day she sends me an emailing saying that the wicked awesome site that Amie was on was looking for a hockey columnist. She knew I LOVED l'hockey, so I emailed turtle asking if they were still looking.

He said sure, but we need a sample column. I pointed out that the season started the next day and I'll see you on the ice was born.

Courtney (Let Me Make You a Mix Tape)

Um, I'm new here, and I just wanted to hang out with the cool kids. Have you got any pot? ;)

I met Michelle through a very weird blog Tesco and I used to write called Musical Chairs (which, this thread reminds me of what I WANTED it to be).

Timmer (The Back Booth)

I can't remember when I started commenting on ASV. I know the little dead girl in the shopping cart was still on the front page and I seem to remember reading Michele's first 9/11 memorial, so...five years, six? How the hell did that happen?

Michele had asked me to write something for FTTW back in...I dunno...September...but last fall I wasn't writing all that much and what I was writing I completely hated. I was reading FTTW almost from the start even though the whole car thing kind of went right over my head.

I'd been writing at The Daily Brief but I was getting bored to tears over there. For some reason I thought I wasn't far enough on the right or far enough on the left to really get anyone to read what I wrote and then I had an epiphany of sorts. I fucking hate what politics is doing to our country. For the most part, I'm done with all of that. I still drop a post over there now and then when some twit pisses me off, but it's mostly a safety valve for my blood pressure.

What I like about FTTW is why I called my "column" The Back Booth. It has that late on a Friday night in the back corner of a favorite diner feel. I just like the exchanges that go on in the emails and the comments. It's fun. It's no holds barred. I laugh so hard my wife gives me a "the look" sometimes. I get the feeling I could play around with everything from album reviews to straight out, bom chicka bowm bowm porn and you guys would accept it...but it better be good porn.

Cullen (All About the Guitar)

I never read ASV, but I read a lot of sites that were big ASV readers. When Michele and Turtle stood up FTTW, Emily at "It Comes in Pints?" and Dean at "Dean's World" announced FTTW. I headed over that day and became a serial commenter. Punk, fast cars and fun. What more can you want?

So, when the innerwebs zine was stood up, it was an honor to be asked to write a weekly column. It's been a fun ride. Sometimes, when it gets hard to keep up with the weekly grind, I begin to contemplate stepping out, but I'm glad that I've decided to ride it out. With the blog up, there's yet another avenue for fun.

I enjoy reading all your stuff and can't wait to see what it yet to come.

Richard (Sudden Valley Ranch)

I've been reading whatever Stefi (Obscene and Heard) writes for years, when she mentioned at one of her blogs doing a column for FTTW I followed the link and was a little puzzled. There was a whole pack of youse just writing about what you wanted to write about, it was, to me, almost too genius to be such a simple concept. Seriously, I was surprised that I had never run across such a good idea before. (Okay, I've seen digests, team-blogs, e-zine type stuff before, but they're all very rigid about their content or they suck or both.)

I saw the submission notice, tossed something in and Michele asked if I wanted to write regularly. Since I had a blog I was posting to once or twice a month the idea of getting anything written on a regular basis scared me and I said no. Then I continued to hang around, submitted a couple more things, and then I finally decided that maybe if I had a weekly commitment to other people I might be able to exercise some measure of discipline that I was unable to just for
myself. I asked Michele if the offer was still good and here we are. Plus my blog was infiltrated by a friend/family member so I don't even feel like posting there anymore, so FTTW was a fresh start in that way.

Seetwist, author of Aurgasmic

How I came to FTTW:

A few years ago I was frequenting Fark.com and posting a lot in the music forums. A thread popped up about Michael Patton selling his old autographed Apple computer on eBay, and much Patton fellating did ensue. People tossing around obscure album references and basically trying to one-up each other with their Patton knowledge. Of course, I had to join in...

I had just seen the guy perform live with Rahzel in Boulder, Colorado a few nights earlier and happened to have a recording of the show. I mentioned that I'd hook up a few of the more hard-core fans in the thread with a CD if they wanted it, and a number of people responded. There were quite a few posts to the effect of "Where the hell is Woodpecker From Mars, and why isn't she participating in this Patton thread??" I figured she was a big fan, so I emailed her and told her that I'd send a disc her way if she was interested. The next day I logged on and she had sponsored me for TotalFark.

Jump forward to March of this year. I had no job and was living off of my savings, and I had a lot of free time. I was filling it photography and writing music reviews that nobody ever read. On a whim, I asked her if she needed someone to contribute a few columns to FTTW about music and graffiti. She said "Hell yeah!", and I started the next week.

Nothing special about my story, just another hookup from a hawt chick who apparently digs me a lot... =)

Ernie, author of End Zone:

A few years ago, I think it was 2004, I was reading a site called The Soxaholix, which is like a Red Sox blog in cartoon form. Anyway, they did a post that was all about Michele's new, at the time anyway, Yankee blog called Empire of the Yankees or Evil Empire Strikes back or something like that, I don't remember, but I remember it had of course, Bucky Fucking Dent as part of the main site design, a great big picture of him right on the top of the page. So yeah Michele I found you from a Red Sox site how about that! Ha ha!

So I went over there and visited and there was lots of Yankees fans arguing with Red Sox fans. Since I was not a Yankee fan, and it was a Yankee site I kind of browsed around but I did not really give it a lot of thought. I did think Michelle's posts were funny though, even if they were all about the Yankees, so I started going back there just to see what would show up next. It was like, A GUILTY PLEASURE.

Then I started clicking around on the site links and found A Small Victory, which I became a regular reader of, because Michele would write about how much she liked the Misfits and Zombies and cool stuff like that. And it actually made me go and dig around in my basement
for my old cassettes and find my old Misfits tapes which I had not listened to in years and that was cool. It was like a re-discovery. So thanks Michele for helping me re-discover The Misfits.

And Michele did that Kids for Katrina thing to help out the hurricane victims, which was just an awesome thing for her to do. Then ASV went away. But I kept it in my Bloglines list anyway. I had a feeling Michele would come back someday, and one day there was this update in my bloglines 'Tap tap tap, is this thing on?' Michele came back to ASV with her new co-writer Turtle and they wrote stories about cool things like muscle cars and punk rock bands and being on the road in a punk band and all kinds of other neat things, and there were some people that would leave interesting comments all the time like kali and cullen and finn and pril. Then Michele and Turtle decided to leave ASV in the past and create Faster Than The WORLD.

And that's my FTTW story. Wow this is long ass. And there you go.

Uberchief, author of Uber's Corner and An Audience of Shadows:

The summer before my senior year of college, I decided that spending three years becoming a psychologist would kind of get in the way of my drinking, so I decided to become a writer. After spending the year writing two novels (don't ask, they both suck) I found an eight to five job as an editor, which I figured was a perfect job for a writer. As an editor, I had a lot of down time waiting for people to get work to me so I could stay late and finish looking at it for them, so with the help of a friend, I stumbled across TotalFark.

Turtle and I continually crossed tracks in the threads, and he is honestly one of the funniest motherfuckers I've ever known. I got to know Michele in some of the threads, and if I remember correctly, she kept me in line. Then one day, I was off work and "relaxing," and cruising TotalFark, and everything on there was completely stupid, so I started writing ridiculous fables about animals who killed their parents, committed sodomy, and knowingly passed on STDs to each other, and posting them in random threads.

Pretty soon, Uber's Corner was born, where I gave people advice through my fables. Not long after that, I got the invitation from turtle and michele. Uber's Corner about to bite the dust, because there's no way I'm going to spend time on that when I can work on FTTW.

This site embraces the spirit of the Internet. We are pioneers in the new world of writing. Fifty years ago, it was pulp. Now, it's us, at home, with keyboards and connections, delivering words and ideas of inspiration to the world, to which we owe so much--NAY!--to which we owe, OUR LIVES.

NOW SALUTE THE FLAG MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

(we are going to have a "design the FTTW flag" contest this week, so look for that).

The Pirate, author of Any Port in the Storm

A few months ago, my employer found my blog. I had a fair amount of work-related stuff in there so I paniced, deleted the blog and completely freaked out about not being able to write. Enter Travis; the voice of wisdom and reason, suggesting FTTW. A week later I was here.

Or Alternately...

While on a business trip to Easter Island for a friend of mine who used to work in the midget porn industry (but now imports casket wood from Easter Island), I stopped in Santiago. There, I was arrested for mastrubating in the bathroom of an oxygen bar by a couple of Chilean soldiers. It seems my fevered moaning interrupted a secret tryst and they were extremely upset. At my trial, I learned one of the soldiers was second-cousin to the magistrate. I was sentenced to 5 years hard labor at a rubber tree plantation. Over the next six months I kiestered enough rubber to construct a rubber raft and eventually floated down the nearest river to the Pacific. After floating around for 79 days, I was rescued by an Indonesian Freighter bound for New York. Eventually, I found myself panhandling on Broadway. I would recite dirty poetry for pennies. Turtle heard me, dropped in a nickel and told me to look up FTTW if I ever made it off the streets.

Yeah.

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The editors thank you all for sharing your stories and for making this past year so much fun.

Come back for some birthday contests tomorrow and Saturday!

Comments

"Salute the Flag" sounds like some weird sexual position.

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i was drugged. that's my story and i'm sticking to it.

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Huey, you're dead wrong. It's not a weird position at all. It just hurts the hamstrings a lot.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY little one year old!! Time to baby-proof!!

Hey this gives me an excuse to have a beer!!

WOOP

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Is it too early in the birthday celebrations to start drinking?

I THOUGHT NOT!

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"Salute the Flag" sounds like some weird sexual position.

It's not weird. I don't expect her to be a dog, just to bark like one.

HAPPY B-DAY FTTW! Thanks to all the lovely editors for all you do in helping us get our fucked up ideas out into the world.

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"Salute the Flag" sounds like some weird sexual position.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

YO! Editor! What's up with my name in ital but everybody else boldface? Page four, paragraph 37(b) in the contract pal, look it up or your gettin a call from the Ice Man again.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY FTTW!

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it's been a great year

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!

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Yes, Happy Birthday FTTW!

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Happy birthday to us! And there's enough cake for everyone!

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Deb and I met through a mutual online friend, Shel. Shel began reading my blog about a year before I met Deb online. We found out that we all had a lot in common and have been online buddies since.

Although Shel did promise me a couch to sleep on in Canada if I ever run away from America. ;D I'm still considering it.

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Hey Courtney? You have pot? How come no one tells me about these FTTW perks?!

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Happy Birthday FTTW! I mean that, I'm not screwin' around, have a Happy Birthday!!1!

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The first time Turtle, Michele and I crossed paths, I was laying in a Tijuana gutter and snoring in a puddle of my own puke. A woman’s laugh broke through my stupor and looking up, I saw the two of them laughing and holding hands as they walked down the street. One of my hands was asleep from being passed out in the gutter for the better part of the morning, so I used the other one to wipe the vomit from my chin and asked “Su chihuahua necesita las piernas sustanciosas de la mujer ?” Obviously my Spanish wasn’t as good as I thought it was, so they simply laughed at me and continued down the street. Thankfully, I don’t leave much of a first impression.

The second time we ran into each other, it was because Turtle had just beat me in an illegal drag race down the Sunset Strip. He was smiling at me as he took my pink slip, but still had the heart to tell me that I gave him a run for his money as he gave me a hearty handshake and a pat on the shoulder. I walked away, a little dejected and unsure of how I was going to get home and I saw Michele, smiling in the crowd and cheering Turtle’s on.

Many years later, after bumming around several countries and mainly surviving on my wit and thievery skills, I took a contract job from a local boss to whack a competitor of his who frequented pool halls and a handful of local bars. So of course, I went to the bars first and after not finding him in a handful of places, I stared haunting the pool halls. A few dozen later, I finally found him in a seedy little joint that wasn’t far from a place I had lived in another life. He was sitting at the bar, drinking Seven and Seven’s and looked like he was only a couple of drinks away from calling it a night.

The rest of the place was pretty empty, a couple of frat boys slumming it at one of the tables and some chick in the corner rocking the hell out of a KISS pinball machine. So I sat down next to the mark and buddied up with him. Bought him three drinks and waited on him to head to the toilet, where I promptly followed him and pushed an icepick through the back of his skull. I propped him up in a stall, made my way back to the hall, and sat back down at the bar. I had a couple of drinks while I watched that girl destroy the high score on the pinball machine. She seemed more than a little familiar, but it wasn’t ‘til I heard her laugh that I finally realized it was Michele. About thirty seconds later, I passed Turtle as I was heading out and he was heading in.

He did a little double take when he saw my face and then he grabbed my arm and shook my hand like a man who hadn’t seen a long lost friend in many a year. He said he had a proposition for me, that he and Michele were working on something that’d change the world. They’d seen some of my handiwork on the internet and they liked what they saw. So, they laid out their whole world domination plan and asked me if I wanted in.

How could I say no ?


Happy Birthday, kids.

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Italics.

Bold.

Don't make a fuckin maniac outta me.

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The mission started in Jacksonville, retrieving midget Iraqi porn for Wolfowitz and Feith from their Bengali courier and spending some of that Halliburton no-bid cash on hillbilly speed and British import rock LPs. The days blurred with streetlight screams punctuated by the steroid grunts of the Jags players on their off-season pre-drug test cycle. They were trying out new team "formations" on the prospective '07 cheerleaders ... there are pictures and careers hang in the balance. Selah ...

We were refueling, making ourselves eat a three-egg anyway you want 'em, ham/bacon or sausage, biscuits, grits and coffee (blacker and stronger than Fred Williamson in "Black Caesar") when the call came ... I bid my partner farewell and left him to clean up the loose ends - I had been given a mission: to take the American Pastime and add healthy doses of great tunes; shake well and serve over ice. Voi-fucking-la!

Thanks for the room to be insane and having me as a member of the usual cast of idiots. Mad magazine always used that phrase but I think it fits us very well in the best way.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! and many happy returns for your field rep in East By-God Tennessee. :->

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I didn't post my story because it involved bitter tears comingling with gray, coarse public hairs and flavored body gel. I just couldn't revisit that.

I just...couldn't.

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I hate mosquitos.

Oh, thanks for fixing the itals and stuff.

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