Category Archives: Antisocial Media

Jayson Gallaway

May 17, 2019

I am exhausted.  Spent.  Kaput.  Goodnight.

N.P.: “Tainted Love” – Imelda May

Jayson Gallaway

April 27, 2019

Did a bit of drinking with a friend in from England this evening.  ‘Twas fun, though going to public places where people are is a rather taxing endeavor these days.  I laid low, quiet in the shadows.  But even just watching people…ugh.  So disappointing these days.  At least I can count on you, dear reader.

God…I don’t even know what day it is.  Hypnos and Morpheus…let’s do this.

N.P.: “Setting Sun” – Jerry Cantrell

Jayson Gallaway

April 19, 2019

I went to check out the super fabulous pink moon or whatever the hell it is, but there is cloud cover over The Creek tonight, obscuring the view.  Still, it must be one hell of a full moon, because even from behind the clouds, it’s putting out very bright light.  And the clouds add a rather pleasant dramatic aspect.  Kind of looks like a CGI night sky in a Dracula remake.

N.P.: “Waiting for the Worms” – Pink Floyd

Jayson Gallaway

April 18, 2019

Lawd, dear reader.  I am exhausted, it is hot, and my mood is foul.  Gonna do us both a favor by being brief here and putting myself to bed.

N.P.: “The Angel Wars” – Gary Numan

Jayson Gallaway

April 15, 2019

petrichor – noun – a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

I really don’t belong in Fecal Creek.  The place and people have been nothing but wonderful to me.  But the grammar…my God, the grammar.  I have spent a great deal of my time here wanting to light myself on fire in the only reasonable response to the myriad grammatical atrocities I’ve unwittingly witness and helpless endured during the past couple of years.

I’d estimate that 98% of the conversations I’ve overheard that take place in The Creek are nothing more than poorly recounted, emotionally hypercharged, and unabashedly biased retellings of banal conversations that that originally occurred in totally different places with totally different people.  And of those retellings, roughly 50% consist of variations of the following phrase, repeated over and over and over again with varying word order: “And so I told him, I says, ‘….’  And then I says to him, I says, ‘….'”  It’s really quite horrible, and on some days, more than I can take.  Hence days like today that I spend looked away in my room at Hotel California, hiding from the Herd and their ghastly grammar and odious usage

N.P.: “#1 Crush” – Garbage

Jayson Gallaway

April 12, 2019

I figured since I have both this website and an unending and ever-worsening contempt for social media, I might as well start my own antisocial media platform.  No friends, no other members at all, no likes, no comments, no memes, no insipid pictures of what I had for dinner, no patronizing affirmations about strong women or how life is a journey.  No daily pictorial updates of completely average children’s completely average development.  None of that shit.

I was thinking about calling it Jaysbook, but that’s just stupid.  If I keep the posts to 140 characters or fewer, I could maybe call it Bitter, and the posts would be Bites.  That might work.  That way, this time next year, when the press reports about something I said, they can say, “Jayson Gallaway bit out that ….”  That works.

There’s really no reason to call it anything.  Just Antisocial Media.  Welcome.  Now fuck off.

We kid, of course, dear reader.  I’d really you rather not fuck off.  I do enjoy your company.

N.P.: “I Believe” – Ghost