Still need to get a good HTML book but I am learning it slowly but surely. Fixed the post page function I believe, so GOOGLE should fully index my site by individual posts now rather than a whole month's page.

Essentially, GOOGLE was only archiving posts that had user comments on them. With a little tweaking, figured out there was a piece of code missing from my non-commented posts.

Now, in a couple of weeks, should know if it worked for sure. But GOOGLE does seem to crawl me twice a week. So maybe sooner.

Who knows maybe I can learn this programming type thing.

I need to know how to create HTML tags for my Audio Posts so that GOOGLE can crawl the actual MP3 and not just the post. Is this possible? I essentially want GOOGLE to archive the MP3 as "spoken word poetry" or "spoken word artist".

Perfect Machines

Even Love knows
Every thing dies.
Automaton truth
Amongst man made lies.
How can I be lonely here
With all the Perfect Machines?
Who never think.

A melting mirror means
You don't see you the way you really are.
The way you were meant to be.
-So beautiful-
Now so cold.
Don't turn out your light.

Suicide is easy
When you're not thinking about the end.
And if Sleeping Beauty knew truth
She'd of chose to sleep forever.

Waking up wounded isn't easy.
The world is on fire.
It's all your fault!

I'm looking for my peace but
Death clings to us like scent.
A passion.
Man loves to die.
Perfect Machines made
The Grave Side
My side.

I only hope
I'll know
When to leave the stage.

More writing soon. Just finished my next BRC so if you ain't in the APA, you ain't seeing my new stuff yet. LOL.

Just downloaded some neat ebooks here: The B.O.M.B. Really looking forward to the Virtual Assistant book.

I'm about to go read quite possibly the best short fiction story ever written. Orson Scott Card's A Cross Country Road Trip To Kill Richard Nixon. This story is going to make it into another APA project of mine.

I'm looking for a copy of Warren Ellis's BAD SIGNAL that contains a script of Sherlock Holmes and Watson meeting for the first time. If anyone has it or can find it, I'd be greatly in your debt.

The Stars and Stripes have been stolen. --Eminem

Just a few more days until the election. This time next week, we will be in the midst of another presidential recount. The validity of the election process has been destroyed by both of our big government political machines (parties). Don't believe me....Kerry said it himself, "10,000 lawyers are already waiting."

Just remember, when it comes to Washington, no one is looking out for you.

Slayer's Wall of Blood is coming!

I havent read it yet but Fallen Angel sounds like a good story from an incredible writer. Check out this link to learn more about it and the man Peter David.

An interview with a real musician. There will never be another like him.

So, I read another Card short story in which a man's television can never be turned off.

Ever.

It's the law.

Government programming.

That's a hell of a problem. And a hell of a concept, may be one I can use.

And in other "damn, why didn't I think of that" news...check out Think Geek.

Just added another artist very different from my normal genres to the Misery Signal. Meet Hoyt Axton writer of the ever classic Jealous Man. "You got the knife. I got the gun. Come on boy we're gonna have a little fun."

Read a great Cyperpunk story from Orson Scott Card last night called The Dogwalker. I've always loved the genre. But why are all the stories so damn hard to understand?

I'm looking for a copy of the book The Hacker's Guide to Adam. I'm considering it for a project I'm working on. Can anyone help me...Google hasn't been much help but I did get this interesting link.

There's a new post on my Live Journal BTW that has never appeared here.

I'm off...back to working on my next Blue Rabbit Chronicles.

Today, I am Strange Machine.



I now have a live journal feed, see my Strange Machine entry there now: White Rabbit-*BLACK HOLE* Live Journal Feed.

Now, what else to do with it? Perhaps post my best works there.

Strange Machine. It's not too late to join us. But tomorrow will be.

Warren's personal/business site is finally back up and looking good.

New Streaming up by Warren. As he talks about his new single comic issues concept. Very cool stuff indeed. This one goes into the next Warren Ellis Special.

I'm looking for a copy of a Teen Titans fan fiction book called, "The Stacked Deck". It was written by the Titan Talk A.P.A.

I've scoured the Titans boards, etc and had no luck. Does anyone have any ideas. I once heard it is the longest piece of fan fiction ever written.

And I want to read it.

Oh joy of joys, I have a mandatory Sensitivity seminar at work. It's nothing personal, we all do. I should be sensitive to every culture, race, and sex. Just like everyone is to me. And at the end of it, I hear we'll all give each other one big hug! :)

Gag me please. I want to know who's sensitive to me? Oh that's right, I don't count. I'm just a stupid angry white man. And we are all Hitler.

I just want to be left alone.

I once danced with a girl so beautiful that only the Gods could behold her without falling in love. And even then...

She was the dream that every man dreams. Long chestnut hair, supple skin, big brown eyes, perfectly formed hips, and a mouth for pleasure. So fair and comely. So sweet and lovely.

Time passed in rain and night. It was a waltz that could not go on forever. I pulled her so close. Held her so tight. As if she could feel, the whole in my heart and not just the beating of my chest.

When the music stopped, her lips uttered an end of an epoch. The world stopped. She said, "I have a secret Nobius. Dearest Nobi. My real name is Mother. Don't let your star fall baby. You'll always shine. They just don't know. Don't let it..." Her voice was satin.

In a faint whisper I heard the last word, "Fall."

Then there was only me...

And the rain...

Mind

When you read my work, are you reading my mind?

Or is it someone else?

I can never know where the words all come from.

Or how to make it stop!

A poem by Orson Scott Card: Don't You Remember the End of the World?

I'm trying to figure out if there is any form this guy can't write beautifully. Also going to have to get his first poetry collection: An Open Book.

Redefine accoustic by Soil. Check it out in e-card format then download it from the site.

It's been a year since I first heard this song. I still can't get the words out of my head. And I can't help but wonder, is the song about God or someone else?


Redefine by Soil

First sight
Turns me around again
Brings me face to face with my sin
I've got it, always had it
A reason to look within now
TAKE FLIGHT
To your sun again
Burns the sin straight from my hands
I've got it, always had it
A reason to live within now
Every time I fall
You catch me
And every time I lose control
You help me, you save me
And every time I lose myself
You find me, redefine me
MY GOD
How stained my hands have been
Makes me sick from inside out again
I've got it, always had it
A reason to look within now
STAND CLOSE
To my side again
Never stuck a knife in my back, friend
I've got it, always had it
A reason to live within now
Somebody to make me feel whole again
(better)
Somebody to make me want to love again
(my life gets better)
Somebody to make me see the sun again
(my life gets better)
Somebody to hold me, hold me
Until this life feels better
Every time I fall
And every time I lose control
You help me, you save me
And every time I lose myself
You find me, redefine me
And every time I hate myself
You love me, forgive me
And every time I lose myself
You find me, redefine me.

I've got this lyric, it's really a good one. Now what the hell to do with it.

The rest of us bleed from nine to five. The Company man. The Company man.

Ready

I was ready for the night.
Ready for the pain.

I was ready for the grave.
Ready to die.

But I'll never be ready for You.
When the tunnel comes,
Avoid the light.

A Void of light.
You won't judge me
I'll keep runnin'.

Not sure how much I'll be writing over the next several days. Today was the first of many twelve hour days as I both learn my new job and fill in for one of my partners who is on vacation. I'm beat. My wife went back to work this week and since my shift hasn't changed yet...we are working opposites. Better tell her I miss her.

I've got a number of really good ideas though and some of them will see fruition soon. One is a Flash Fiction piece about a vampire who keeps trying to bite the same man. Only that man never dies. Another piece is brewing about "the greatest Dragon that ever lived is a man." There will be more poetry and audio posts as well. I love doing audio.

I'm trying to figure out why my mind becomes so creative when I am this tired. Wish I had the time to write all the words. Let me leave you with this short piece and then good night.

Her

The tears of Tigers and Men
Fall
And
Weep
When we kill the habitat
And Poison the World.
Never thinking about consequence.

Her only dream was to
Take flowers home to Mommy.
Field lilies and sunshine.
To see that smiling face.
Instead she packs heat
And pops the perverts
Praying there's life to live beyond today
If she can make it home before dark.
Neighborhood battleground.
No place to live.
Unequal education,
Housing,
Opportunity,
Justice.

Fall
And
Weep
For her only dream
And the poison we left.
Never thinking about consequence.