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I just did some more work on The Daily Man.

Now you can see a full month's worth at a time (in thumbnail mode) by clicking on the name of the month in the calendar. Hopefully I've also set up the rss feed to work correctly, but I won't know that until the first cron job fires, which will be half past midnight GMT which I think is 11:30am for us.

We'll see.

I'm enjoying this. :)

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ozisim
Apr. 3rd, 2008 01:08 pm (UTC)
clicked on the thumbnail of the pink mohawk in the March page, and got the picture before.

Need the RSS addy if I'm gunna aggregate to LJ...
halloranelder
Apr. 3rd, 2008 10:22 pm (UTC)
Hmm...

Ah ha! Problem found and fixed. Thanks for the point out.

The RSS address will be on the website once I've tested it out and made sure it's all working.
halloranelder
Apr. 4th, 2008 01:08 pm (UTC)
RSS Feed has been added, and Live Journal feed is at: http://syndicated.livejournal.com/dailymanrss/
ozisim
Apr. 4th, 2008 10:20 pm (UTC)
Yay!
*clicks*
You rock!
aphephobia
Apr. 3rd, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC)
I haven't had any problems with it: it's looking pretty good so far. :)

Um, would you have any issues if I linked to you? I'm sure there are a few people on my Flist who'd enjoy your collection and the commentary. :) (Yes, it will be Flocked and marked "Very likely to be NSFW!!!")
halloranelder
Apr. 3rd, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC)
Go for it. That's why I did it. :)
draquin
Apr. 4th, 2008 04:47 am (UTC)
You do have such tasty men dear...
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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