Jason Henderson, of Big Marketing Online, is holding one of the biggest contests I’ve seen (and he claims it is THE biggest blogging contest ever).

It’s fairly easy to enter and has way too many prizes to mention. There are some really f-ing good ones though!

Enter Jason’s contest here.

While we’re on the topic of blog contests…

John Chow has always been a good sport and regularly holds contests like this one, held in conjunction with the dudes from Bic Pens. It should also be noted that my dad won a Bic-branded windsurfer back in the 80’s!

I once won a signed copy of The 4-hour Workweek from John, so I’m happy to spread the word, even if I don’t get one of those sweet Flip video things.

No? Too bad it’s my site!

Watch (and listen to) this short animation inspired by Alan Watts.

Bet you can’t guess who produced it!

I noticed something about this wave of new designs…

…they look like websites!

Yes, I know blogs ARE websites.

What I mean is they have evolved to a point where more useful navigation comes into play, where there are more alternatives to the ‘latest few posts’ style of blogs of yesterday, and where advertising has a more prominent role (see here, here and here for examples).

It’s good to see people considering their users (and evil money making plans) when they go about their web business.

Think like traditional media, think like traditional corporate branding and think about how you use them.

(No comments on my free theme designed by the masterful Chris Pearson! It’s in the works, I tell you!)

The Man got you down?

Define what it is you really want and point yourself in that direction.

That’s it. Now go get your D’s on.

reduced to clear
2wb
absent intelligents
priceless
salvage silicon
in the life
across the sky
end
schumpfler
laundry thieves
uninvited thought
magic rocks
walk around
workaround
underlying disorders
difficulty learning
all in your mind/head
lack of oxygen
injury acquired
unconsciousness that follows
lost memories
slips and falls
awkward silence
everyone can relate
lack of inhibition
hostile to change
the sense of time and space
potential function
auditory hallucinations
the form of visions
auditory solicitation
faulty learning
rough slide
slideways
number function

If you want to use any of these names, please send money to email at joshuadenney dot com.

i’m not a prophet, a philosopher
a mind reading intellect
i don’t have all the answers
all i try is to be of the best

hearts torn in two
what can i do?
fury fills my heart
only thing holding me apart

but step back
keep it real
gotta be strong
for what she feels

i’d never know
i wished i’d not
i knew the answer
but wanted not

you’ll never feel
the pain so hot
fragile hands
touched a burning pot

the evil the world is
and the evil the world knows
is not the evil that we can be ourselves
and that evil no one knows

but one and two and three and a million
know this horror everyday
these poor broken heart burnt victims

some grow up not knowing
to some the answers come quick
sometimes the answers are incorrect
because they know what hell is and they’ve seen the sick

open your eyes people
what can we do?
why must we hide the things that we do?
the things that are evil
in the deadliest ways
come forth, reconcile, may your damned souls be saved

i wish for nothing less
than the worst that there is
fire burning your flesh
knowing the pain that you’ve gived

fuck your insanity and fuck all your pills
fuck all your twisted fucking ways to get thrills
theres no fucking justification
theres just no fucking truth
you’ll never know what you’ve done
hide behind hate and abuse

your day is coming
keeping breathing
its almost done
door number three is what you’ve chosen
and a tortured life is what you’ve given

so a painful death is in your future
i can see it all so clear
me, body shaking out of hate, you, drinking your beer

!!!FIRE!!!

stop feigning truthful
stop the love express
quit makin me feel worse
or i’ll put you through my test
you’ll never make it through either
heart stops between steps 2 and 3
you won’t feel a thing for me

when i’m done you’ll fucking hate my living soul

you’ll get depressed and fuck some rebound joe
and it’ll make you feel unwhole
i control you now
you’ll never leave even if your gone
i can make anything happen in so little time
theres wrongs in there i’m sure
i find no fault
i am the right
destroy my body in a perilous fight
hang my head up like some skid-marked underwear
dirty laundry you hate to do, but you can’t buy some new ones
too poor? fuck you, get a job
too much stress? go to hell, people are livin harder than you
had a hard childhood? well, fuck, how old are you again?
die, slow like tupac said
maybe he had a point
maybe its a big clue
isn’t every living day one day your deader and dying too?
stop right here
ok
now try to read the rest
eyes all blurry from the lack of blood
the knife protrudes your chest
intrusion alert, thats not supposed to be there
in my mind you aren’t allowed to take
a number for my line up
you die
rip it up if you have one
walk away now
its over
9 to 5 is our normal business hour

can’t find the words to describe
the way that you’re feeling
i can see you can’t hide

but as hard as i try
i cant take it away
nothing ever will
no one ever can say

oh i’ve been there before
its no big deal
i can handle that anytime
just keep on rollin the wheel

fuck cant you see that this girl is in trouble?
theres no way in hell that im going to stand by and weep
cry all you want
spill all you got
its never enough
til you fill whats been shot

use your own strength to help the weak walk
speak of the truth and teach how to talk
bring all the confidence
and feel all the scars
its never enough
but its closer than letting them bleed
try to keep the pressure on
rest relaxation is what you need

takes a lot out of you
hard to live with
the feelings and knowing
and hating the glitch
the fucked up world thats got some kinks to be worked out
its never worked quite right i don’t think
maybe it’ll never come about

take a piece of me now
and another for later
save it with you for when you need it most
take it with you and do something
because nothing is bad
and if nothing is done, i’ll eventually be a ghost

no soul left now, i’ve broken too many times
given all my hope away
sent out all my good times
i’ve spent every confidence on the sick and the weak
i’m poorer than than the man who’s lost every one of his teeth
that’s me, smacked around a bit, the life beat out of me now
each tooth represents a hard time that i’ve downed

give til you die
share before you whither
believe that there is good
and that things will get better

bury the past with the future’s bright outlook
crush your fears like a toothpick on the side of your bright teeth
for you are strong now, not fragile, not saddened, not weak

take those things i have given
and maybe pass them along
i’m tryin to distribute better
by writing this song

—

save this day
in hopes we can live another like it
but don’t put it away
because theres never time to quit

every single second on earth
you can have a mind-blowing time
and every single second we’re dead
i don’t know that far into the future, not even in mine

break away from the ‘original’ and become what has always been you
connect with the inner demons, walk with them and fight and pass
its time you spent some time alone in times of livin fast
livin for everyone else for sure
i’ll die for something better than this i hope

you cant help the helpless and the people who choose the death
take a fuckin number please
i’ll try and do my best
spill out all your sorrows
infect with your disease
i wasn’t going to use this life of mine anyways
might as well use it for what you please

please take a knife and run it down your left arm
tell me if you’d like to do it, tell me if you can harm
yourself, the world, the closest friends
END it kid, nothing to live for, is that the way its been???
if not, change it up, throw the knife on the floor
get your act together, change your mind, the world is yours
take it like a man/girl/boy/woman or child
ain’t no prejudice in the infinite
anyone can get up n get wild
anyone can make a million bucks
dreams are never far from truth
makin it happen is another thing
gotta start by listening to…
THE RIGHT
YOU KNOW IT
ITS ALWAYS BEEN, WILL ALWAYS BE
NOTHING EVER CHANGED
YOU TWISTED THE FACTS AND WHAT YOU SEE

so weep and cry and sob and tear
go smoke your cannabis, go drink your beer
but it wont take it away
it never goes, never will
spine tingling senses but could you never feel the chill?

troubled souls, tortured, broken hearts, torn down
so many different things you can tell from a simple frown
the glazed over dead eyes
the monotonal talk
the multitude of feelings that can come out of the distraught

nothing said, nothing solved
farewell, i’ve been robbed
no justice, no peace
just live on and keep …happy?…