Our hosting expired and we finally made the long-planned but suddenly urgent move to a new host.
I filtered through twelve years of blog posts from our archives and re-uploaded the ones I considered the most telling or entertaining. The rest are just saved locally. Unliked numerous times prior, I’m not going to make any promises of new content. What happens, happens. At the moment there are still quite a few broken links. I’ll fix them shortly, or just remove the links.
So, sadly, our website has been woefully lacking any appreciable content for years. Sloth, you have shown your true form, but that may soon change people of the interwebz. After much haranguing from my transient brother who has had far too much free time lately we are in discussion to create more Award Winning* articles! You can look forward to an array of new content, which may or may not be entertaining and possibly just bait to make money with Google ads. You decide!
*Award Winning – Please do not verify this, the award was sort of indie and you’ve probably never heard of it anyway.
Two posts in the same year? I know! It hasn’t happened in four years. In fact, we didn’t have any posts at all in those dark years.
I once again got a burst of inspiration. I’m not going to pretend that I’m updating every page on the site, but I did create a brand new design, using the latest HTML5 and design standards, and I applied it to the most popular articles on the site. So there are now different layouts for pages created by WordPress (such as this one, and all blog posts), and two distinct layouts for pages I coded myself. If you know where to look on the server there’s actually remnants of a lot more.
This year is the eleventh anniversary of Luceo Magazine, and it’s been a painfully slow death. At the very bottom of this page, as of right now, there’s a picture of some random man. I have no idea who he is, but I assume he designed this blog template. I need to find something new. Embarrassingly, I’ve been meaning to replace the unknown and unaffiliated man for a full six months. Here at Luceo Magazine we aim low, and we often miss even that. On a related note, today’s vocabulary word is sardonic.
It’s been about four years since the last post, and that was only an empty promise. I’m making no such promises. This site would be completely abandoned, but the email addresses get used, and our short film article gets thousands of hits a month, inexplicably.
One day, in a moment of inspiration (read: “boredom”), I decided to write a pair of Civil War love letters. I think they’re historically accurate, for the most part, aside from the fact that they have perfect grammar and spelling. These are best read aloud, in your most Southern of voices; try to channel a Georgia-plantation resident.
To my Darling Annabelle,
The days drag on without you by my side. I long to rejoin you in our charming town. Life on the front is hard, and though I try, it’s difficult to keep hope. Just yesterday my good friend, James, was hit by a bullet. He’s alive, for now, but delirious with fever and the doctors do not expect him to last the night. Food, as always, is scarce, and scarcely edible. The bread has more maggots than flour. But enough of that! My love for you can carry me through my darkest hour, a shining torch to guide me safely back to your warm embrace.
This war will surely soon be over, and I will be home again. Until then, I count the seconds we’re apart and remain faithfully yours!
All My Love, John
To My Dearest John,
Your letters are like kisses from the Sun, warming my heart in these coldest and most trying of times. I clutch them to my bosom as if they were your very being. Father has taken ill, but seems to be recovering well. I do hope he is better by winter. I am sorry to hear about your friend, James.
Lydia is to have the baby any day now. It will be grand to be an aunt!
My heart fears for you. The front is so very dangerous and I worry. Please, come back home to me safe. Write back soon.
Forever Yours, Annabelle