I'm doing the microfiction bit again for a little while: trying to develop a bunch of notions, and getting them out in front of me where I can see them properly.

warren_ellis

You're welcome to watch.

-- W

Terminally bored now. LJ ennui has gotten to me. I suspect I should've disappeared for good after finishing SCREAM TALKING, but I wanted to try keeping a flow of smaller idealets going. Any kind of online community goes through cycles, though, and this one feels like it's on a very long downswing. So I'm off now ( Read more... )

Admin:

As some people have noticed, I am indeed back on MySpace -- I set my account back up there to store music links, during a period where del.icio.us (my back-up short term memory, where I usually dump links) was determined to stay inoperable. I use MySpace for the hunting of music, and nothing else.

Saturday Night Open Mic:

What do you ( Read more... )

Drawn from music I’ve recently listened to and (often) talked about on warrenellis.com. Songs made freely available for download on the internet by the artists, put into a single file and released as a podcast mixtape. Go here to get the free iPodder podcast-catching program. The Superburst podcast’s permanent location is

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You know I'm getting burned out when I start watching sports again ( Read more... )

The Monkees are back on TV, but the credits sequence is confusing me. Davy Jones is laying on a bed made of vaginas, and it's being pulled by a squadron of midgets in leather lederhosen who are very clearly physically excited by the exercise. "Here we come/Walking down the street" go the vocals, but I don't think it's the Monkees that are singing ( Read more... )

It is important to remember that, in America, running people over with your car can be considered a political expression, and therefore covered by the laws protecting free speech.

Look. I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve for you.

Okay. Maybe it's not my heart.

But the blood's fucking up my best shirt, so that has to count for something.

Making a necklace out of vaginas would actually be quite difficult.

"I make you die with blinky HellCock now clack clack clack."

"More tea, vicar?"

"...confirmed."

"Vicar... are you crying?"

"Reverend BloodDrench Robo Crush simply has something in his lens. Leave Reverend BloodDrench Robo Crush alone now, fleshy one."