Ballardian blogosphere crammed into abandoned missile base

*Okay, it's a daffy series of hipster in-jokes, but you might wanna cruise over there
and click a few of those links. That's an impressive social network – even if they don't
actually live in a defunct retrofitted "stuffed animal" atompunk Titan missile-base (yet).

http://www.ballardian.com/minimal-concrete-city-for-sale-serious-interested-parties-only

FOR SALE

Titan 1 Missile Base
$1,500,000

Terms: $300,000 down; Balance @ 7% interest only; 3 year balloon

Contact: Bari Hotchkiss
(949) 842-9479; [email protected]

"This is an an opportunity just too tempting to pass up for the the serious Ballardian. Who wants to form a consortium with me and buy this place? We could start up our own micronation, a zone of transit in which our only allegiance is to the sovereignty of our imagination. We could commune with the ghosts of dead airmen. Or explore our recombinant identities in the blinding afterflash of the nuclear sun. The possibilities are endless. (((It kills me that I used to read this kind of edgy, off-the-wall humor in grimy, purple, stapled, hectograph-printed science fiction fanzines, and now it's long-tailed itself big enough to be a full-scale global cultural sensibility.)))

"'Following on from BLDGBLOG’s Container City proposal, BLDGBLOG itself could inhabit one of the Tall Missile Silos, exploring the potential for vertical living. Pippa and David could transform another silo, running a Ballardian artists’ colony to further fuel their obsession with the thermonuclear noon. Mountain*7 could also take a silo, building exact scale models of the insides of their heads.

"k-punk could generate a cognitive map of the Antenna Silos, deriving hauntological pleasure from ghosted transmissions. I’ll take a silo, too, where I’ll maintain a harem of crash-test dummies. (((It's all worth it just for the awesome phrase "harem of crash-test dummies," which I swear I'm gonna repurpose someplace.)))

" Splinters could maximise another silo, using its entire length to teach the rest of us how to scuba dive into the subconscious. In another silo, Jeannette Baxter could set up an Academy of Inner Space. Ben Noys and John Carter Wood could use a silo to explore the transgression of violence in a controlled environment. And Rick McGrath could use the remaining silo to store his enormous collection of Ballard first editions. (((Nobody even pays him for any of this, that's the weird part.)))

"Unit 15 could set up shop in the Control Dome building, constructing chronograms and scale models of urban ruination. Peromyscus could take the Air Intake/Filtration Building, the ideal environment in which to perfect its terrifying alien hybrid that thrives in dank, enclosed spaces. Mike Bonsall could take over the Fuel Terminal Buildings, further exploring the bizarre ley lines that energise his obsessions.

"Architectures of Control, I’m sure, would be right at home in the Entry Portal Building, exploring the regulatory forcefields that ensure one could never leave. The Building could also house Reality Studio, who could use it to store their massive tanks of... (((it just goes on and on.)))

(((Do people do this kinda thing in real life, though? You betcha! Very well camouflaged, even a zombie attack can't get in...)))
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/5871426/Second-world-war-bunker-in-Cornwall-converted-to-holiday-home.html