<-- 10:32 PM MT -->
Well as you can see we have ::another:: new logo. I made this one today and I think I like it a lot more. It is more "artsy" if you will, and that is what i was going for. yay.
Also, I have added a few new links to the e/n section. I have also removed 2 links from the e/n section. So, now everything should be updated and happy again. Brain Damage's link should go to their new domain, and Dissolve's link should go to their new site hosted by Brain Damage.
One last thing, I want to give some love to tba and to HalfBaked for the idea to exploit the fact that the acronym for our name is SNoT. So we will see (should anyone actually use our button) if it brings in more "hits." Not that I really care either way, but it is nice to feel loved. :)
<-- 9:17 PM MT -->
At 6 am, dawn cracks.
When the clock says 12 pm, it's lunch.
8 pm. Let the show begin.
It's 10 pm, do you know where your children are?
After midnight...
For as long as the hours of the clock are rooted in habit, tradition and custom, time is on our side. But when the lunch hour passes us by and the eight o'clock show is broadcast twenty four hours a day, when our dawn has already been cracked for us by stock market traders in another time zone, we have slipped out of step with time and fallen into its deadly stream.
Time without the magic of special hours (at 5pm you can relax, the work day is over) is time without a human face.
Standing outside closed doors, waiting in line for the next show, the rustle of keys associated with a certain dusk hour. These are the moments when time is ours for the making and life is, once again, a matter of ebb and flow.
Well as you can see we have ::another:: new logo. I made this one today and I think I like it a lot more. It is more "artsy" if you will, and that is what i was going for. yay.
Also, I have added a few new links to the e/n section. I have also removed 2 links from the e/n section. So, now everything should be updated and happy again. Brain Damage's link should go to their new domain, and Dissolve's link should go to their new site hosted by Brain Damage.
One last thing, I want to give some love to tba and to HalfBaked for the idea to exploit the fact that the acronym for our name is SNoT. So we will see (should anyone actually use our button) if it brings in more "hits." Not that I really care either way, but it is nice to feel loved. :)
<-- 9:17 PM MT -->
At 6 am, dawn cracks.
When the clock says 12 pm, it's lunch.
8 pm. Let the show begin.
It's 10 pm, do you know where your children are?
After midnight...
For as long as the hours of the clock are rooted in habit, tradition and custom, time is on our side. But when the lunch hour passes us by and the eight o'clock show is broadcast twenty four hours a day, when our dawn has already been cracked for us by stock market traders in another time zone, we have slipped out of step with time and fallen into its deadly stream.
Time without the magic of special hours (at 5pm you can relax, the work day is over) is time without a human face.
Standing outside closed doors, waiting in line for the next show, the rustle of keys associated with a certain dusk hour. These are the moments when time is ours for the making and life is, once again, a matter of ebb and flow.
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