Friday, November 18, 2011

Mary Shelley; Mother of the Monster

I was gonna go on at great length about Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. But today I'm too tired and stressed to find time or adequate words.

I LOVE it.
I LOVE IT
!


Loved it when i first read it. Loved it the last time i read it. Simple as that.

So it was an easy choice when Steven Gettis invited me to contribute to his very splendid website Hey, Oscar Wilde! It's Clobberin time!

I visualized my piece as a cover to an old paperback edition, the kinda art that was popular in the 60's and early 70's. In an alternate universe this is what i do for a living, and I'm a very happy man.


Thursday, November 17, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

It's official - Frank Miller is nuts!

ANARCHY

posted 11.7.2011

Everybody’s been too damn polite about this nonsense:

The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.

“Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” – HAH! Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached - is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.

This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage – both politically and physically – every which way they can find.

Wake up, pond scum. America is at war against a ruthless enemy.

Maybe, between bouts of self-pity and all the other tasty tidbits of narcissism you’ve been served up in your sheltered, comfy little worlds, you’ve heard terms like al-Qaeda and Islamicism.

And this enemy of mine — not of yours, apparently - must be getting a dark chuckle, if not an outright horselaugh - out of your vain, childish, self-destructive spectacle.

In the name of decency, go home to your parents, you losers. Go back to your mommas’ basements and play with your Lords Of Warcraft.

Or better yet, enlist for the real thing. Maybe our military could whip some of you into shape.

They might not let you babies keep your iPhones, though. Try to soldier on.

Schmucks.

FM

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I Eat My Hat

I don't make decisions lightly.

I used to.

I was up for anything, anytime, anywhere, more or less.

I was stupid, reckless and more stupid.

But now i think long and hard. I weigh up the pros and cons, ponder the possibilities, the variables: the goods, the bads and the indifferents. I measure and calculate and dissect until I'm 99% sure what i want to do and why i want to do it. This can take me a few minutes, hours or days(if it's lemon cheesecake or bookshops, it's less than a second).

In the case of Facebook, it's taken me YEARS. It was a 'have i got the time?' thing, a don't-wanna-be-a-member-of-the-club thing; a philosophical thing.
It was easier going the dentist, having my hair cut short or saying yes to a camera down my throat and up my jacksy.

But i did it, i signed up.

Still not sure, so come and say hello and 'befriend' me before i change my mind and crawl back into my batcave.

Look for the skull.

Friday, November 11, 2011