<img src="http://personal.atl.bellsouth.net/mia/m/i/mill6858/images/daily_star1_4web.jpg"> 75630658daniel millerSaturday, April 20, 2002publish<s>little break from Micha today...</s> update:see above was cleaning out the photo boxes and snagged these before they went to the trash, for memories' sake: <img src="http://personal.atl.bellsouth.net/mia/m/i/mill6858/images/mdhot_forweb.jpg"> oh yeah <img src="http://personal.atl.bellsouth.net/mia/m/i/mill6858/images/rockshow1_forweb.jpg"> l-r: dontfuckwithmemuthafucka, dontfuckwithmemuthafucka, imsayingsomethingimportantlistentome, whatamidoinghereanyway? 75628170daniel millerpublish�I just figured he needed to be punished.� Micha broke the long silence back at the house. There hadn�t been a word the whole trip home. She and GS escaped around the other side of the house, to the edge of a connecting canal, which they made their way down, walking on top of the seawall, until they were a few blocks away. Behind them night-black clouds of smoke were rising up from behind DKG�s palace. His sick den of serial animal murder was definitely gone already, and the Broyhill was going to stink like it�d been at a huge fucking campfire. Well, it has been, really. By the time they started towards the nearest bus station they could hear the fire engine sirens approaching. A bus came soon enough and ended up going the other direction; there were some passengers who had just witnessed the fire and there was some buzz going around about it, but otherwise it was a normal bus ride back home. �Plus this way he�s got some insurance money coming to him. �Will make the whole store thing go over better. �He will want a new house anyway. �Maybe an entire new start. �Really, I�m saving him. Saving him from his pathetic existence of greed and murder.� <center>My mom, Jesus Christ with a vagina.</center> �Plus he�s going to be worried about that whole thing and not worrying about his shop or stopping by there at inconvenient times. Quite convenient for us.� 75584535daniel millerFriday, April 19, 2002publish<a href="http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/atc/20020418.atc.18.ram">letter to god</a> 75583891daniel millerpublish<a href="http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/atc/20020416.atc.12.ram">read: greed greed greed</a> 75583875daniel millerpublish<a href="http://pub95.ezboard.com/fnextwavefrm21.showMessage?topicID=23.topic">The next new thing...bored with being "postmod"? - www.ezboard.com</a> Ok I joined the fray on this one... 75582232daniel millerpublish<a href="http://next-wave.org/davidhopkins/editor.html">hopkins speaks...next-wave.org - the church and culture</a> "Okay, once again, I may get in trouble. Take a deep breath� I think we need to stop trying to "save" people. Oh goodness, you're all going to boycott Next-Wave, aren't you?" 75545516daniel millerThursday, April 18, 2002publish<a href="http://www.heavy.com/winter2001/video_oracle/launchShow.php?type=video_dose&moviefile=mayhem/hi/thanks&width=384&height=256&issue=2002_04_16">Heavy.com : Video Dose</a> ...tony... 75544933daniel millerpublish<a href="http://www.theooze.com/articles/read.cfm?ID=407&CATID=4">TheOoze Community</a> Here are some Biblical scenes you will never see on a Precious Moments figurine. 1. John the Baptist being beheaded. 2. Jesus on the cross 3. Kirk Cameron living through the end times. (that is in the Bible right?) 4. David Killing 200 philistines and cutting off their foreskins. 5. Sodom and Gomorrah 6. Elisha calling 2 grizzly's out of the woods to maul 42 adolescents. 7. Onan 8. Jesus kicking Jerry Falwell's ass... (oh wait that's just a dream I had) 75544434daniel millerpublish...something's changed... 75504743daniel millerWednesday, April 17, 2002publish<a href="http://www.pbs.org/jazz/">PBS - JAZZ A Film By Ken Burns: Home</a> <a href="http://www.pbs.org/jazz/about/pdfs/Early.pdf">http://www.pbs.org/jazz/about/pdfs/Early.pdf</a> <a href="http://www.pbs.org/jazz/about/pdfs/MarsalisB.pdf">http://www.pbs.org/jazz/about/pdfs/MarsalisB.pdf</a> <a href="http://www.pbs.org/jazz/about/pdfs/MarsalisW.pdf">http://www.pbs.org/jazz/about/pdfs/MarsalisW.pdf</a> 75503992daniel millerpublishHoly shit--how's this for non-linear: this was supposed to go before Monday's bit. I'm either losing it or Blogger is, but whatever, here goes: As Micha and GS walked to the beach from Tony's place, Micha let GS know the plans she and Tony had made for the distribution of their take from the jewelry store. "There's another store nearby, run by this guy, Ben Cohen. He's going to be there, in the back, late, waiting for us. He's going to give us a lump sum for the entire take. Tony said it will take him all of five minutes to appraise it. "That's it. We'll be done when we leave his place. He'll give Tony his share and take care of distributing the goods, which is how he'll make his cut--I don't even want to know how sickenly much that is going to be, but that's the way these things go." The rich get richer and the poor keep stealing. So with that they arrived at the beach and spent midday sunbathing, letting the salt-filled air strike their face, taking dips in the ocean on occasion to cool off and be revived. They had a little lunch and a couple of margaritas at a boardwalk caf�. By the time they left they both had that pleasant exhaustion from a day at the beach. It was by then the height of the afternoon, and the heat, even at this time of the year, was oppressive. When they got on the bus, GS assumed they were headed straight home, but Micha had another plan. "I have something I want to do," she said as they walked back the aisle and climbed into their seats. "What's that?" "You'll see." 75502892daniel millerpublish<a href="http://theyblinked.blogspot.com/">TheyBlinked</a> How dumb can educated adults be? The ninth circuit US court of appeals recently sent down a ruling in Kelly v Arriba Soft Corp that equates linking between websites with copyright violation. It is difficult to fathom this depth of misunderstanding of such a fundamental medium of our day by wealthy, powerful government officials. It sounds like we need to bring standardized testing to the judicial appointment/election process. Why not? That is the standard line federal politicians are ramming down local school throats! Why stop with our children? If it is so effective why not have an equivalent yearly test for judges? Maybe we can stop wasting my third grader's time prepping for an end of the year test she could pass at the beginning of the year and instead send her and her class over to the court house once a week to teach our public servants the deep mysteries of new media. 75501904daniel millerpublishbtw, just not going to be able to go tonight. if i was super organized and motivated i could have. but i'm not. and i'm going to three concerts in three days starting tomorrow. so next tuesday all. cheers, dwm 75477652daniel millerTuesday, April 16, 2002publishok, anyone who might be listening, here's the deal: GS the good internet citizen that he is, has a <a href="http://gs_citizen.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. knowing how much someone might want to mess with him, me, and this story, i've devised a very easy contest. gs's password is the twist of this story, the secret thing at the end that sort of changes everything but doesn't really change anything? you know. good luck and i'll be dropping more hints if i don't see anyone posting violent trappings to gs's blog. 75477202daniel millerpublishspeaking of... <a href="http://www.chuckpalahniuk.net/">Welcome to the Official Site of Chuck Palahniuk...</a> "What good is intellect if it leaves us immobile and frozen in indecision? At some point, despite all the other options, you have to commit yourself to a path. Being flexible is fine, it's maybe the greatest talent you can have, but in order to define yourself, you need to pursue your passion. There will always be good reasons not to do something, or to do something else, the world is full of women more beautiful than your wife, you can never choose the best car, there's always a cheaper air fare. What's most important is that you choose and get on with your life." - CHUCK PALAHNIUK (from Pop Matters Interview) 75473647daniel millerpublish<a href="http://www.metaphilm.com/philms/memento.html">Metaphilm</a> My fav author, chuck palahniuk, talks about my fav movie, memento... 75473551daniel millerpublish<img src="http://images.deviantart.com/large/wallpaper/wminimal/Red_Target.png" height="300" width="400"> this is my current wallpaper and thought you might like it too....*should* be able to just right click and save image as and get the fullsized version.... i've forced it smaller here also it is from this tre cul site that i've blogged before but it's worth repeating: <a href="http://www.deviantart.com">deviantart.com</a> 75434539daniel millerMonday, April 15, 2002publish<a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk/"><img src="http://www.banksy.co.uk/backdropimagel.gif" height="400" width="500"> http://www.banksy.co.uk/</a> 75426735daniel millerpublishNow u can c why i needed two days to finish that micha entry.....cheers! 75423866daniel millerpublishThey change buses a couple of times, but before they finally disembark, GS can see where they've arrived: DKG's neighborhood. Micha leads GS to the corner of DKG's yard, at which point, out of her huge beach bag, she pulls out a large blade. <blockquote>mah she tE <ol> <li>a large heavy knife used for cutting sugarcane and underbrush and as a weapon</li> </ol> dA zha vu <ol> <li>the illusion of remembering scenes and events when experienced for the first time; a feeling that one has seen or heard something before</li> <li>something overly or unpleasantly familiar</li> </ol></blockquote> Still in a dazed shock, GS is led by Micha to the same spot where they spied on DKG the day prior. Nothing is there this time. Either all of yesterday was a dream, or the dream GS remembers was accurate in that DKG cleans up after his weekend forays. Micha starts to run across DKG's yard, towards the foxhole, and before GS can reach out for her and yell his concerns, she's halfway across the yard and he's forced after her. No. NTINH. Micha ducks under the walkway overhead of the foxhole and GS isn't far behind her. Suddenly Micha's confidence seems to fade as she looks around for signs of the aforewitnessed serial dog murders. At this point, GS grabs the machete out of Micha's hand and goes right for the door. He knows right where to look for it. He gives it a side kick right in the area of the handle and is amazed when the door jam easily caves in under the weight of his blow and the door swings wide open. What he sees inside is no surprise. <blockquote>frE kish <ol> <li>markedly strange or abnormal</li> </ol></blockquote> The dogs, frozen forever in their stiff bliss, staring dead-- aw, shit-- ahead, their eyes, head, tail, never to turn again, are lined up along the walls of the room, one after another. <center>I'm not sure I've ever been that pissed before.</center> GS goes into a screaming--literally--rage at this point, and begins hacking at the nearest mutt, what now just resembles a very hard stuffed animal. Well, it is a stuffed animal. Micha sort of shrieks in delight, but also has an honest fear in her voice. "Baby, be quiet!" The machete, despite being a, well, machete, isn't making much progress on the stiff mutt. Despite repeated strikes with his weapon, GS has only succeeded in the annihilation of some black hair and a little bit of the foam now making up the internals of the dog. Micha steps forward a little bit, towards GS, holding out her hand in The Universal Symbol For "Hold on." "Hey, Baby?" GS swings the machete around in the direction of his mother, blinded by his rage and unaware of his surroundings, lost in his prophetic dream of the night prior, about to cut the shit out of DKG. Except it's Micha. The machete comes up short, and GS's face shows a very strange combination of rage and confusion. TUSF "I am crazy." Micha can only manage an "Oh, shiiit�" Awkward silence. GS drops, no, throws, the machete down, and it clangs loudly on the floor. Micha's first instinct is to pick it up, evidence and all, but then she realizes that DKG isn't going to call the cops about the break in at his evil little lair here. How do you explain twenty taxidermied dogs? Besides, you know those neighbors registered their lost dogs with the police. It's a small town after all. A small town of loony millionaires, at that. GS says "Let's go" and heads for the door, but Micha hesitates, her spirits back in full effect. Affect? Effect? Yes. "Hang on, baby!" She spies a lighter on the work table in the middle of the room, and grabs it along with a small tin of some clearish mystery liquid. She heads to the back and quickly pulls one of the dogs off the rack. She pours the liquid over the dog haphazardly and flicks the lighter to life. She drops the lighter on the wet part of the dog. <blockquote>ig nIt <ol> <li>to catch fire</li> <li>to begin to glow</li> </ol></blockquote> In taxidermy, the skin and hair of the animal are dried and preserved using particular chemicals. Then the skin is applied to a mold of the animal created, sculpted, really, out of hard foam, epoxy, clay, or some other such substance. It is glued on using strong adhesives specially made to allow the taxidermist to initially move the skin around, perfectly positioning it on the model, but afterward it hardens and fuses with both the skin and the mold, creating the lifelike end result. When burned, these chemicals, the epoxy, the foam, and the carbon of the preserved skin and hair combine to create a black smoke that, just for comparisons' sake, makes the plastic you threw in the fire as a kid smell like cherry wood. So basically, GS doesn't need many more reasons to convince Micha to get out of that little room full of nasty, toxic smoke. However, on their way out the door, Micha grabs two more small tins from the table and quickly overhands one, then the other, toward the smoldering German Shepard on the ground. The first canister lands a few feet from the burning dog and spills its contents harmlessly on the ground. The second, from Micha's left hand, looks like it's almost not even going to make it across the room. It's a lame duck which wobbles in a sideways direction, towards the side of the room. In reality, though, it ends up landing surprisingly close to the dog, although just a hair farther away than the first. In fact, there were two facts in this little can's favor: <ol> <li>Its manner of flying through the air, and thus landing on the ground, was such that it landed with great force on it's edge--as opposed to evenly on one side or the other, top or bottom, entirely.</li> <li>It still had its lid on, a lid which violently ejected itself from the can upon impact, thanks to aforementioned fact number one.</li> </ol> Along with the rest of the contents. The highly flammable contents. Which flew in an amazing and beautiful arc over the burning dog and lit up in a brilliant sword of flame no less than six feet tall and three feet wide. The heat from this explosion was enough to light the up-until-now dormant chemicals from the first can, which had covered about eight square feet on the floor for the few seconds it was dormant. Now it was a burning fish pond from hell. Satan's Jacuzzi. The warm pool. The very, very warm pool. The initial sword of flame came to rest on about three dogs altogether, immediately transforming them into black burning balls of sickening smoke. Above the pool of flames on the ground were another three dogs, which were a little more slowly, paws and legs first, doing the same. The flames also were making their way up the back wall and onto the ceiling in a very rapid manner. They were in fact licking right across the ceiling, coming across the room like a hand of red, yellow, and orange. But by this time GS and Micha were out the door and around the corner. 75423782daniel millerpublish<a href="http://www.randomdudes.com/bush/bush.html">random gw bush</a> 75420872daniel millerpublishthe Beatles are the alpha and the omega they are the Jesus of rock'n'roll 75388915daniel millerSunday, April 14, 2002publish