Supernova Juice Journal

Father says head down
We don’t want them finding you
Mother says practice now
All the words you know

Oh Arizona’s burning
They say the fence turned round
Now the razor wire keeps us out

Mother says with luck
We’ll sleep under a roof tonight
Father says in the truck
We’ll be crushed in tight

Oh Chicago don’t forget me
As the miles between us grow
Keep the maple tree carved with the name of my love
The hills we would sled race down
Lake Michigan stay endless and painted in sky
Goodbye

Mother says years ago
The whole world was ours to rule
Father says let it go
Those days are gone for good

All the signs read no gringo
But somehow we’ll find our way
Maybe waiting at dawn by the factory doors
Sunburnt and bent in the fields
Please don’t turn us in
We’ll be silent as the grave
As time

No gringo
No Gringo aqu
Words as levies against the flood
Hoy cerrado
There’s too many to feed
Room for only our own kind, our own blood
No gringo, no gringo aqu
You have stayed in this land for too long
Tan amargo
But there’s no time to grieve
You just pack up your things and move on

[3:34:43 PM] Adrian: ouch.  they were supposed to have billy mays halloween costumes outthis year.  mm [Mike Mozart from blogtv.com] thinks they’ve actually been produced, now doesn’t think they will see  the light of day.
[3:35:22 PM] ******** : i think they will get incinerated rather quickly
[3:39:38 PM] Adrian: just like the real billy mays

Oh no not now
Please not now
I just settled into the glass half empty
Made myself at home
And so why now
Please not now
I just stopped believing in happy endings
Harbors of my own

But you had to come along didn’t you
Break down the doors, throw open windows
Oh if you knew just what a fool you have made me

So what do I do with this?

This stray Italian greyhound
These inconvenient fireworks
This ice-cream-covered screaming hyperactive thought
God I just want to lay down
These colors make my eyes hurt
This feeling calls for everything that I am
Not

I’m not that kind
I’m so good at shooting down any notion
This tired world could change
It’s all been bought
Or at least that was my line
No use in spending all that emotion
When there’s someone else to blame

But you had to come along didn’t you
Rev up the crowd, rewrite the rule book
Where do I go when every no turns into maybe

So what do I do with this?

This sudden burst of sunlight
And me with my umbrella
Cross-indexing every weatherman’s report
I was ready for the downslide
But not for spring to well up
This feeling calls for everything I can’t afford
To know
Is possible now

What do I do
With a love that won’t sit still
Won’t do what it’s told
What do I do
With a love that won’t sit still

For the third time in a week, wildlife officers are investigating whether an American crocodile might be lurking among the dunes along Brevard County’s shoreline.

The latest call to the Florida Wildlife Commission came early Wednesday after 35-year-old Mark Wolfgang was told about track marks left in the beach sand just south of the beach Pineda Causeway, Local 6 News partner Florida Today reported.

“They’re definitely tracks. They lead from the ocean and to the sand dunes,” Wolfgang said. “They’re pretty big claw prints.”

The track marks were found about two miles north of an actual sighting in Satellite Beach of an alligator or crocodile on Tuesday. Alligators and crocodiles have been known to venture into saltwater or brackish areas.

The Florida Wildlife Commission sent a trapper out to search the area following reports of what appeared to be an alligator or crocodile walking near the surf about 11 a.m.

The creature was not found.

via Possible Crocodile Tracks On Beach – Orlando News Story – WKMG Orlando.

via Gizmodo – 65 Ancient Video Games I Wish Existed – Video Games.

via Something Positive

Forget not the days of old
And recall the stories told
Of the burnings and the screams
Do they ever haunt your dreams?

There was a time when freedom died
It was an age of genocide
The Inquisition at the door
The Church of Rome in a holy war

They broke children on the wheel
In the madness of their zeal
In the shadow of their wake
The innocent burning at the stake

[chorus]
Children resist a return to the burning times
People be wise to the power of their lies
Be not fooled as those who were fooled before
Children, oh children, be free, be wild

They came to bring the ‘good news’
To burn witches, pagans, Jews
Said they were the Shepherd’s sheep
Whipped old women through the streets

Then the turning of the tide
From the truth they could not hide
Now the darkest age has passed
The Goddess has returned at last!

via Flickr

From Darth Mojo’s movie review of Land of the Lost

movie review: land of the lost (vs star trek) « Darth Mojo.

Despite the tons of examples and docs, mod_rewrite is voodoo.

Damned cool voodoo, but still voodoo.

– Brian Moore

via .htaccess rewrite tips using RewriteRule and RewriteCond for .htaccess mod_rewrite.