I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, November 11, 2011

Linkee-poo runs for the hills

So far behind in my reading list, so another short one.

The kitten covers tumblr. Because, obviously, the internet hasn't yet attained critical mass when it comes to cute cat photos. Once it does, other civilizations will find us by the bright glowing sun that is our intrawebbies. (Grokked from matociquala)

Ah, I feel better now.

Dave Klecha gives us some thoughts for writers who haven't experience combat and want to write about it.

Chuck Wendig on the self-imploding debate of self-publishing vs. "traditional" publishing, "… but for now, just know that every writer digs his own tunnel and detonates it behind him." I think I'm going to write that on a fortune cookie and eat it.

The real vampire skeletons of Ireland. In case you were thinking of writing a more traditional vampire story. (Grokked from Tor.com)

Onward to the edge. Or as Martin Sheen stated it on the West Wing at the end of the episode Galileo, "You said it right that time."

Tiny Revolution with a brief history of the Koch family. Gee, free land from the government helped them build the fortune? Why, that's just socialism, or at the very least welfare. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

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