So, this is what it’s like being Justin Bieber. Always wondered.
Sometimes its OK to feel sorry for zombies
Funny. Deeply moving. Like ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’ but with a the distinct whiff of embalming fluid.
Creepy. But in a really creepy way.
Don’t know who Rob Hawkins is, but he takes a mean photograph of a moss-covered car.
The Easter Bunny is now officially scarier than Jesus.
I was wondering what happened to Agent Cooper.
Holi –Festival of Colors;http://www.poraschaudhary.com
These images are just incredible!
I knew it.
Some moss. Could be the most boring photograph ever, but I like it.
I took it in Grasmere a few years ago.
Pop Gun War by Farel Dalrymple. A fine comic book. I wish it had gone on forever.
Alan Moore reads a chapter from his new book Jerusalem at Northampton Library
Dead at 73, Moebius
- Day One: Hang around house all day writing bits of useless information on bits of paper.
- Day Two: Decide lack of inspiration due to too much isolation and non-fraternisation. Go to pub. Have drinks.
- Day Three: Get up and go to pub. Hold on in there a style is on its way. Through sheer boredom and drunkenness, talk to people in pub.
- Day Four: By now people in the pub should be continually getting on your nerves. Write things about them on backs of beer mats.
- Day Five: Go to pub. This is where true penmanship stamina comes into its own as by now guilt, drunkenness, the people in the pub and the fact you’re one of them should combine to enable you to write out of sheer vexation.
- Day Six: If possible, stay home. And write. If not, go to pub.