The Daily Silence

Sun, 27 Mar 2005 20:49:39 GMT

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

Time To Go

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:34:39 GMT

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.

I've set up a reading/commenting-only ID, which is warren_ellis -- if you see that appear on your friendslist, it's me. Don't expect any writing to appear on it, though. Any ramblings of mine will be found on the webpage or the mailing list.

* * * * *

www.warrenellis.com is my webpage/blog/tannoy/stage thing. Much filth here. Weird shit, new music, comics, my work, my strange friends. But mostly filth. It's basically where you'll find me from now on.

warrenelliscom is the LJ feed, and I'll probably be hanging around on that.

BAD SIGNAL: my email journal, which has been running in one form or another since 1998 or so. 6500 people on the list right now. It's announcement-only, so you only hear from me -- random rambling from the pub, mostly. It's often about comics and internet stuff, so, you know, buyer beware. It's lots of thinking out loud, and a fair amount of weird confused bullshit.

Main email address.

del.icio.us: Outboard short-term memory.

Telepathine: Free radio/new culture. Still on its first playlist, while I try and find the time to reinstall the software and re-rip all the musics....

http://rizzn.net/Scripts/podcast/rss/warrenellis.xml is the link for a semiregular podcast, Superburst Mixtape. If you don't know anything about podcasting, check out iPodder.org.

STREAMING: a year-long log of random thoughts about comics and the world, currently about 20 editions into the run. Look for it on the front page of http://www.comicon.com/pulse every Thursday for the next 30 or so weeks.

Friendster: No idea why. I'll add anyone, me.

MySpace: I'm just using this to store new music I find on MySpace, really.

Flickr: is where I host all my photos.

And this is my listening group at Mperia, an experiment by the management.

And so it is said. Maybe I'll come back to this one day. Take it easy.

-- Warren

Saturday Night

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 20:22:23 GMT

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 really want to be?

"I am a good listener."

[meta: jabber]

Mixtape Podcast

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 02:36:44 GMT

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

http://rizzn.net/Scripts/podcast/rss/warrenellis.xml

Superburst Mixtape 01
“I Have Known Love” - Sidecar
“Blue Hearted Fool” - The Violettes
“Death Parade” - thefireandreason

World Of Sport

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 00:24:42 GMT

You know I'm getting burned out when I start watching sports again.

They screen them in the pub, and I've found myself watching them when I should be working. It is very sad.

I missed the rematch between Arsenal and Dynamo Kiev, but I caught the first game and I'm amazed Arsenal won the second leg. Arsenal were playing terribly well-bred European football, delicately stroking the ball across the pitch from player to politely waiting player. At which point three Russian mutants would appear with turf in their teeth, break the Arsenal players' legs and punt the ball down the pitch at two hundred miles an hour. You could see the genuine confusion in the Arsenal boys' faces: "We are blow-dried multimillionaires who shag pop-star-lookalike groupies and have mock-Tudor mansions in the Home Counties. Why are these people, who probably live in tin houses and get their water from wells, being so nasty to us?"

It's a sort of football we seemed to stop playing in the 90s, the Kiev game. We used to call it "kick and rush," and when Watford played it in the 80s it destroyed the clever-clever "total football" that had held since the 70s. It was really simple. Watford didn't muck around with that careful balletic football skills shit. One bloke would kick the ball into the other side's half and nine half-bright ex-bricklayers would run after it, treading on anything and anyone in their way. It revolutionised the game by denying that there was any kind of cleverness in winning a football match. And, if you were facing nine bloodcrazed mongoloids in pus-yellow jerseys running at you like stabbed bulls just because you had the ball, you tended to agree. This was adapted by Wimbledon's "Crazy Gang" into a game plan that had bugger all to do with getting the ball and everything to do with mutilating the opposition so badly that they were literally physically unable to kick the ball. There's a famous photo of Wimbledon's Vinnie Jones, ostensibly shadowing his opposite half Paul Gascoigne -- reaching behind him and surreptitiously crushing Gascoigne's testicles in his fist. Gascoigne is a drunk now, playing right-barstool for Dago Rovers or something. Vinnie Jones is a film star. There's your lesson right there.

This was in stark contrast to England playing rugby against Uruguay, a game that would have been discontinued in the first ten minutes if it'd been a boxing match. The final score was something like 110 to 9. By the end of the first half the England players were doing everything but sinking their teeth into Uruguayan's throats and shaking them around like wolves with a rabbit in their jaws. It was horrible. By thirty minutes in, Englishmen were literally strolling to the other side and scoring, broken Uruguayans staggering and collapsing in their wake. At the end of the game, the English went around congratulating them on a game well played, but the Uruguayans were all so concussed by that point that they clearly didn't know where they were or why these wild-eyed freaks in white were groping them.

Sports are crap, they really are.

(Written in 2003 and dusted off tonight because I'm in the middle of something else and can't spare the brainjuice)

Channel Rabbithole

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 23:20:49 GMT

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 it. It's sort of like a descant duet between Ian Curtis and Diamanda Galas. "We get the funniest looks from/Everyone we meet/uuuuuuuaaaaaaa/eee/eee/uh/uh/aiaiaiaiaiai." Which isn't how I remember the song going. And the bed's being pulled past the White House, where Micky Dolenz is dressed as a US Army General and skullfucking quadriplegic "specialty" porn starlets dressed as ayatollahs. Under the keylights, grey, blood-flecked semen sparkles in their false beards, and their hysterical tears of terror glisten like diamonds cast in a river.

"Hey, hey, we're the Monkees. You never know where we'll be found."

It's spoken, now. Possibly by Orson Welles. Mike Nesmith is cavorting with zombies in Hell, naked but for his knit cap. He grins like the clever, cheerful teenager he once was while the leprous corpse of Richard Nixon vigorously fists his straining anus. Which is fleetingly captured in Sixties fisheye lens. In the background we see Peter Tork, with a flamethrower and a child's legbone through his glans, putting the torch to forty years' worth of boy-bands.

"So you'd better get ready. We may be coming to your town."

I wouldn't have expected this to be a Jerry Bruckheimer production.

I Bring You Joy

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 13:04:25 GMT

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.

All Over The Floor

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 01:52:07 GMT

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.

Thought Of The Day

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 22:48:42 GMT

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

When Death Robots Can No Longer Get Work In Their Chosen Profession

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 19:21:08 GMT

"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."

An Old Fragment

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 23:55:48 GMT

In the white room, there is a white cable and a white plug, and a white power socket. The only other colour is red. Blood leaks from the power socket's fistulas, down three inches of slick white wall, to pool on the floor. There's been a rupture in the bioelectric packeting behind the wall. A broken heart in the interstitial net of veins and wires that makes our houses live and breathe.

The white room is bleeding to death.

Amuse Me, Damnit

Mon, 24 Jan 2005 17:24:55 GMT

Draw a W on the back of your left hand. Place the palm of that hand over your left eye. Take a photo.

Send it to me.

Because I require amusement and bizarre displays of allegiance on a Monday evening.

MySpaceMusic

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 23:13:26 GMT

From the Bad Signal mailing list, which you can subscribe to here:

For the period I was on MySpace, it basically wasn't working right.

http://www.myspace.com -- is one of those social network systems, like Friendster. Like Friendster, it operates mostly as a meat market. It didn't work right. A LOT. But, towards the end of my time as a member on the system, the MySpace people -- which I suspect is actually just one guy called Tom -- developed something the other Fuckster clones don't have.

If you're a musician, you get one of their special music pages, and it has a standalone mp3 player built into it, where you can stream your music.

And now MySpace isn't choking all the fucking time, and things like bookmarking favourites is working reliably, it's actually become a good place to hunt for new music.

Right away, I found this:

http://www.myspace.com/sidecarlilidelamora

Where the band Sidecar do a wonderful cover of the Silver Apples' "I Have Found Love". Which you can also download off the player as a mp3.

If you've got the time, just wander around in the music listings for a while. I'm adding it to my list of places I look for new music in, and will probably mention the stuff I like on warrenellis.com (which, scarily, has had 1.4 million hits since Jan 1).

(Note: I just logged on, and MySpace, amazingly, isn't working right. Ah well. Try again.)

-- W

From The Novel Due Out This Summer

Sun, 23 Jan 2005 01:06:10 GMT

(Mike and Trix are in Texas, being driven around by Mike's old acquaintance, the possibly-mental Bob Ajax.)

"Does nobody walk here, or what?"

"Ah, well, you've come here at an exciting time, Mike. There's a surplus in the city budget this year, so you know what we're gonna do? We're gonna pour us some sidewalks!"

"No sidewalks," Trix muttered. Trying out the phrase on her tongue.

"You East Coast types," Bob smirked. "You're like little weakass colonies on the edge of Real America, you know that?"

"Walking makes us weakass?" I laughed.

"Fine for your cramped little towns like New York," Bob proclaimed, sitting up taller in his seat. "But this is the big country, and we need big cars, and the space for 'em. This sidewalk thing, it just means we ain't too proud to make things a little easier for our visiting cousins from Weakass Country. We're big people like that."

"You're from fucking Minneapolis."

"Texans are born, and Texans are grown, and they're all Texans nonetheless. I fucking love it here."

A few minutes later, he started crying, and had to pull over the car.

"They hate me," he gasped between great painful heaving sobs, his big soft face contorted in agony. "God help me, Mike, they all fucking hate me like I was Hitler's fartcatcher."

some more music

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 17:17:05 GMT

(mp3 links are transient)

M Ward - Sweethearts On Parade

RazorBladeKisses - No Strings Attached

The Analog Girl - Caffeine

Bright Eyes - Landlocked Blues

The Violettes - Jugamuga

Superflow Audio [00 - test]

Sat, 22 Jan 2005 01:43:29 GMT

superflow audio

music made freely available
for listening on teh internets
through streaming, download or p2p
collected into a single file

download

playlist

Zouave's Blue - Xinlisupreme
Battle Hymn - The Meltdowns
Mountain Girl - Super Falling Star
I Only Wish You Happiness - Oh No They Didn't

Zouave's Blue and Mountain Girl
are free downloads via the artists and
Battle Hymn and I Only Wish You Happiness
are free audio streams on Mperia.

The Meltdowns and Oh No They Didn't
have songs available for purchase at
Mperia

superflow audio 00 will be available
for seven days

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 18:34:15 GMT

i punish your brain

stop being boring or there will be more

DESOLATION JONES

Mon, 17 Jan 2005 19:04:31 GMT

Still on hiatus, but I thought I'd brighten your post-LJpocalypse day with a bit of judicious whorebaggery:

DESOLATION JONES: An officially-dead British secret agent goes underground in LA, living in a ghost community of ex-spooks and trying to do the right thing in a world run by lies and bodycounts.

A new serial comic created by Warren Ellis & JH Williams III.

Launching April 2005 from DC Wildstorm Signature. Your local comics store or online comics vendor will be taking orders for it from February, but feel free to contact them about it now. The Master List will help you find a comics store near you.

DESOLATION JONES bears a “Mature Readers” advisory, which means, in the world of comics, that it is Not For Children because it contains such elements as Satanic Language, Marijuana Use, A Bit of The Old Ultra-Violence, and Hitler’s Porn.

A bigger version of this cover image can be found at BoingBoing.

[meta: whore]

hiatus

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 21:33:49 GMT

bored with livejournal
back soon

Reading Into A Fucked Microphone

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 03:34:04 GMT

{siphon the beast first}

[a story from
AVAILABLE LIGHT]

(read into a old, fucked-up microphone, hence the
popping sounds, despite it being held well away)

/because post-by-phone didn't work\

[meta: audio]

[previously: Success In All Things]

Success In All Things

Tue, 11 Jan 2005 19:46:52 GMT

I don't want you to think that getting this fucked up is easy.

I found a very old man in the pub. He said he was 99 years old
and that he'd been drinking a bottle of vodka a day since he
was seven years of age.

So I killed him, stamped on his bones and snorted his
powdered skeleton up into my brain.

Drinking is very bad for you.

[meta: photoprose]

Mperia Group

Tue, 11 Jan 2005 17:38:25 GMT

If you're on Mperia, it seems that a test in-Mperia community they set up for me suddenly started working when I wasn't looking.

Listen Puny Humans is the amazingly original name.

If you're on Mperia, check it out, just for the list of artist members, which'll give you much to listen to.

[meta: admin]

How To Find Me: Jan 2005

Sun, 09 Jan 2005 19:55:33 GMT

Main site, blog, etc. Much filth here. Weird shit, new music, comics, my work, my strange friends. But mostly filth. You can also LJ it by friending warrenelliscom.

Main email address.

Handheld device's email address.

del.icio.us: Outboard short-term memory.

Telepathine: Free radio/new culture. Still on its first playlist, while I try and find the time to reinstall the software...

BAD SIGNAL: my email journal, which has been running in one form or another since 1998 or so. 6500 people on the list right now. It's announcement-only, so you only hear from me -- random rambling from the pub, mostly. It's often about comics and internet stuff, so, you know, buyer beware. It's lots of thinking out loud, and a fair amount of weird confused bullshit.

STREAMING: a year-long log of random thoughts about comics and the world. Look for it on the front page of http://www.comicon.com/pulse every Thursday for the next 30 or so weeks.

Friendster: No idea why. I'll add anyone, me. Not using any other social network systems at the moment, having tried pretty much all of them.

Flickr: is where I host all my photos.

Mperia: a micropayment-powered music site designed to let independent artists sell their work directly to their audience. I hunt new music here. The link leads to my Mperia user profile.

And so it is said. And now I go.

[meta: admin]

Saturday Night Open Mic

Sat, 08 Jan 2005 21:47:03 GMT

It's Saturday night.

Tell me one thing you want to achieve this year. Show me your face, or where you are. Tell me something filthy. Entertain me. (Make me smile.)

I am listening.

[meta: jabber]

[new mobile email address: warren @ warrenellis.com]

[previously: futurephonism]
[previouslyprevious: Heart Of America]
[previouslypreviouslyprevious: True Love Ways]

Futurephonism

Sat, 08 Jan 2005 17:07:39 GMT

[meta: futurephonism]

[previous: Heart Of America]

[previouslyprevious: True Love Ways]