A Brief History of Indood—
Over three decades ago on the eve of the Chinese New Year—the year of the goat—an infamous Norwegian alchemist evading extradition for converting the plastic sheaths at the ends of shoelaces into 99.99% purely refined silver—resulting in nationwide shoe pilfering—found himself in downtown Peking at the height of the celebrations. It was there that he proceeded to conjure what he thought would be the final sacrament in a two part experiment which would open up a temporary time warp enabling him to erase his epic blunder and also finally discover a name for those infernal plastic thingies!
He succeeded! But only in part. While still uttering—”Imbluedabadeedabadie!”—the last words of the spell, the chemical compounds still present in the smoke from the warp collided with the oncoming goat head parading down the crowded city street. The cursed was reversed! Uncountable children of the world could again peel off the plastic pieces to the dismay of parents attempting to tie the consequently frayed laces. And the great epiphany to give the plastic thingies a name was revealed to him! The word “aglets” fell softly from his lips, sashaying unto the street where it landed on a half-eaten eggroll.
But, by cataclysmic proportions, through the byproduct of his wizardry, the Internet was created!
It just so happened on that fateful night in 1981, Bill Gates was in the deluge of peoples celebrating the New Year. He also just so happened to be nearby when the Internet’s inception was birthed. In the confusion, he covertly stuffed the Internet into his fanny pack and stole away on a moped, knocking over several pedestrians en route, resulting in the first of what would be a few traffic violations. Back home in the States, he copyrighted and trademarked the Internet as his own world renowned invention. Although Fred Juanchowski (now better known as the defrocked Norwegian Alchemist) filed a lawsuit from prison in 1995, it was without avail. Gates became moderately wealthy.
In 2011, sixteen years after the failed lawsuit, a man with the alias known only as “Roger Mugs” and more colloquially known as, Roger, or Mugs, or “-r” utilized the growing benefits of Gate’s thievery of the Internet to start a website he called “Indood.” Since then, Roger’s whereabouts have ceased to be available, but as disappearances often prompt Q&A sessions, we have resolved to have one. That is, one question, one answer:
Q: Where did the name Indood come from?
A: We have no idea.
However, one person suggested the origin of Indood was conceived “because you’re Writin’ and Doodlin’.” That notion was quickly shot down by unanimous vote, and the suggester was deported to Furugelm Island where they will life out the rest of their life as an epicurean eunuch.
Now, and until further notice, scholars have classified 2012 and beyond as the modern era of Indood. As such, Indood is dedicated to all things poetic, prosey, and occasionally photographic. We are a handful of folks who simply find pleasure in poetry and her cousins, and look forward to expanding that vision of joy by giving a chance to aspiring poets who might not be otherwise discovered.
Our mission statement and core value?
Maintain the hope that not all the world’s greatest poets died over a hundred years ago. And have fun.