Hello, darlings, and how are you this fine day?
I just wanted to give you a heads up that you might see some tweaks and changes around your favourite dilettante’s never-humble internet abode, and I didn’t want you to lose your minds or have stress-related injuries that would cause you bodily harm. Or, to quote my dear friend Ferris, I wouldn’t want you to take a nasty spill down the stairs and subject yourself to further school absences.
You may have noticed that I’m using different artwork — it’s all part of the re-branding in preparation for the launch of Memoirs of a Dilettante Volume One.
One of the biggest changes you’re going to see is that the archived Sordid Tale So Far is going to slowly be depleted — for the tales in Volume One, that is. I’m going to leave up a few as teasers for the book itself, but Volume One in its entirety (well, sans annotations — those are completely new to the published version) will only be available for a little while longer — so if you haven’t already had an opportunity to read it, well, to quote O-Ren Ishii from Kill Bill – NOW’S THE FUCKING TIME!!!
Ahem. Sorry about that.
But Helena, you say. We like you just how you are!
Ah, thank you, darlings. And don’t worry, I’m still the same dilettante you know and love, and the Countess Penelope is still your favourite Dickensian street urchin (Say Oliver Twist and you lose a testicle)
It’s not like Penny’s suddenly going to start writing Vampire Diaries fan fiction, or I’m going to all of a sudden reveal that I’m a man (oh, but wouldn’t that be hilarious, darlings — I’d just love to see the look on Perry Block’s face if I posted pictures of some hairy guy in a Speedo with the caption THE REAL HELENA). No, it’s going to be business as usual here at Casa de Hann-Basquiat — if anything, things are just going to get better.
So breathe, darlings. Get out your paper bag and breathe deep, calming breaths.
It’s going to be alright.