We're Baaaack.

A note from our Lead Deviant:

It's been a good damn while since this was updated, but since I recently uncovered a cache of my business cards with this page on 'em (Holy crap, this domain turned 10 in March 2009!), and it's still Numero Uno when Google looks for "Digital Discipline" (as it damn well ought to be), it seems prudent to give it a bit of freshening up.

Most of what I write as opinion ends up on my LiveJournal. Political snark, widespread derision, and the occasional bit of navel-gazing.

I'm in the process of kicking my own ass, as well as that of anyone not foolish enough to back away quickly, and my fitness-centric blog (with occasional rants) lives over there for the time being.

I am also one of the prime movers at the most kick-ass geek fitness site on the entire planet.

    Without going into excessive detail, we at Digi-Dis are back to spread unrest, subversion, and licentiousness to whomever chooses to partake. . . not to mention, those unsuspecting souls who most deserve it.  To any of you who missed us, I'm sorry it took so bloody long to renew our web presence, and to the rest of you who stumbled into 404 Never-Never Land in the interim. . . well, you missed some amusing stuff.

    Our focus has changed somewhat (yes, we still hawk our tawdry wares, but, if we learned anything from our previous iteration, it's that novelty geek fetish items are *ahem* an exclusive niche market - to the dozen of you who purchased them, I hope they're instilling the desired mix of fear, lust, and disquiet).  To that end, and because I'm nothing if not an egocentric cretin, you'll be finding a collection of rantings, musings, and general diatribes, in addition to the de rigeur photos of the Deviants doing whatever it is we do.

    I'd like to take a moment to thank (or blame) some folks who have been instrumental in the rebirth of Digi-Dis, directly or indirectly, because without them, I wouldn't be able to waste your time in such grand fashion.

    Curmudgeon Emeritus - your stubborn refusal to let sleeping dogs lie, your well-meaning but misguided faith in the faithless, and your boundless good cheer has opened doors (some of which may well lead into dank basements).  Somehow, they manage to run the country without our help.  The fools.

    Mighty Man, Kimachu, Yokes, Trid, and Baal - Friends, Romans, and Countrymen.  No man is an island, but we make a hell of an archipelago.

And now, without further ado, on with the mayhem.