So some of you might remember a few days ago I was talking about the problem I had with spam comments on the blog. I tried a couple different captcha code things & ran into problems with them not letting comments through. So what I did is removed the captcha code & put it so people can only comment on entries less than ten days old. The end result is instead of getting 100 spam comments a day I’m down to ten. So I’m pretty excited about that seeming to work out. I mean, who reads the blog entries from a year ago & feels compelled to comment on them?
Meanwhile on the main Silber site I’ve been getting inundated with spam built from my mailing list sign up. I added a hidden captcha code thing that is supposed to out smart robots, but so far it hasn’t. So I’m trying to figure out what to do about it. I’m getting about 50 false signups with the same email address every day. It’s kinda frustrating to need to spend the time to go through them. I just hope it’s not a sign of things to come.
Been doing some work on getting the next few QRDs ready. Soliciting for some more interviews as well as getting another set of questions ready.
The Kickstarter for recording the new Remora album Droneuary has launched. Spread the word if you can. Backing starts at a buck. I’m kinda scared it’s not going to meet funding based on that the one for doing Remora shirts only got two backers. But my thought is if I don’t get backing, that’s cool, I know not to waste a month of my time recording music & I can just read a book or two instead.
Last Night’s Dreams:
I’m at a gas station looking through their candies for a pack of orange Tic Tacs. They don’t have any, so I’m going to walk a block to a grocery store for them. On the way out of the gas station a girl asks me what time it is & it’s 7:08, but I tell her it’s 7:10.
It’s sometime after the apocalypse & I earn my living as a long haul trucker. My rig breaks down in Colorado & I’m walking on the highway for two hours without any signs of life. Then I see an old man eating beans out of a can. When I raise my hand to wave at him, he drops his beans & runs. I chase after him & it leads me to an open manhole that he’s slipped down. Maybe I’m the first person he’s seen since all this has happened. I probably should just leave him be.
It’s winter & I’m at a rest stop with my nephew (I think it’s the one on the Ohio Turnpike between Cleveland & Pittsburgh). Somehow in the time it took for me to use the bathroom & wash my hands he’s lost both his gloves & toboggan. I go to buy him some new ones in the little shop & tell him he needs to learn to take care of his shit if he wants to survive in the world, that people aren’t going to look out for him forever. A tear forms in his eye & he says, “I know.”
I get in my grandmother’s wheelchair & I am wheeling myself up to the highest hill in the neighborhood. There’s a bunch of middle school kids with skateboards at the top of the hill trying to dare each other to ride down & they stop talking to stare at me. I let go of the wheels & start going down the hill, faster & faster as the ride gets rougher & rougher & then I hit a curb & fly out of the chair. I don’t even lose consciousness, but I can tell I broke my collarbone. A couple of the kids are gathered around me & luckily instead of asking if I’m alright, one of them just says, “That was bad-ass!”
I pray for God to touch me, to let me know he’s real. A bolt of lightning strikes me in the chest. Time goes into slow motion & I can see the electricity flowing into me. For a moment I think I’ll turn into Shazam, but instead my heart stops & my chest collapses.
I’m walking by a river & look in it & there’s a part of a her of cattled huddled in the middle of it. There’s no one around to have been driving them & I realize this is my opportunity to make enough money to sleep in a bed & eat for a few days. I dive into the river & the water runs so deep it looks black below me. The heard has horns locked together, forcing the living to hold up the bodies of the dead. I unlock the horns & as I do I find two tigers in the clustered mass. I’m indiscriminate & just try to lead all the living across the river & when I see one of the tigers sinking into the blackness of the river, I want save him; but I know I don’t have the strength & I keep heading towards the shore pulling a cow by the horns.
