Thursday, November 30, 2006

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Burning autumn leaves

BLOND GUY: Speaking of confessions, once I left a big scratch on another car in Brighton, and just drove off without leaving a note. I feel so guilty thinking about it!! OTHER GUY: (THINKS: I could tell them about the time <DELETED>... that'd get a laugh. GIRL: I was supposed to look after my neighbour's OTHER GUY: (THINKS: Nobody knows. Why should anyone find out now? I'll never tell anyone, that's what I'll do. And then in sixty years or so I'll die. And the secret will be safe forever. Just as if it never happened...)I seem to be returning to a theme. Unfortunately I am unable to articulate it properly, which is possibly the reason for my repeated hamfisted attempts.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Don't let the grass grow

Hour 1: comedy hour! ('a *rollercoaster will pull the punters in like THAT!' Heh.) Hour 2: Not-so-good comedy. (There's a proper time for Lovejoy parodies. And it's 15 years ago.) Hour 3: sing-a-long-a-classics... (who kinda looked like Jimmy Carr/ Thy sucked out my internal organs and they took some polaroids/ and said) Hour 4: DISCO SPECTACULAR (kondo ga shitesu atsumareba/ hoshi ni naro itsoku to the sky/ darette toberu no sa/ yozura) Hour 5: TRANCE (Niemand wollte schlagerstars. Lagerstar!) (Why? When will it end?) Hour 6: requiem. (Dear Satan, I've averaged less than 25mph.)Sorry about the godawful quality of the above, but I'm recovering from quite a long car journey. If you can figure out everything I was listening to, I'm impressed. But you still don't win anything.

After journey, attendance of gig!The Roads: Arockalyp... uh, Rock-pocalypse

Friday, November 10, 2006

Mr Stevens (for it is he)

These are some pictures from a story I wrote a couple of years back.Mr StevensThey become a doorMr Stevens & the mirrorFirst one todayWhat? No, you can't read it. This is for pictures. See, it says at the top.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

From the vaults

I'm too indolent to draw anything at the moment, so here are a couple from my archives, previously considered too rubbish to merit publication.Actually, Doktor Lazarus is better. Also, the squiggle is a face. Really! Squint! Squint harder! Shade in one side of it!I'm always on the lookout for good surnames for mad scientists. But what could the squiggle be on the left?
But I thought you said you wanted to get a Popeye doll?Erm... yes.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Adventures in the imdbiverse

Although at times well-observed, the film suffers from a lack of focus - it is often unclear what exactly is being satirised. A missed opportunity. (OMFG THIS MOVIE SUCKED! WHAT WAS THE POINT?? ANYONE WHO LIKED THIS IS A RETARD!) At its heart, it is a film about being human, and as such we can all relate to it. The occasional clumsy joke aside, I would recommend it to anyone with a sense of humour. (ZOMFGZ IF THIS IS TOO COMPLEX FOR YOU GO BACK TO WATCHING 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS, OR DUDE, WHERE'S MY CAR -- YOUR FAVOURITES! ASSTARD.)The imdb forums make me sad to be human.

Meanwhile, in a nondescript office on a business park perhaps near you:

THAT ONE GUY in 'Still kickin' it oldschool' -Something's different about you, Carol. Did you lose a load of weight? -I've had my hair done. -Oh, yeah, you're right. Silly me. You haven't lost any weight at all. -Do you like it? -It's good. Much better than what it used to look like. -Are you trying to undermine my self-esteem again? -No, really. You look okay. I'd rate you about a six. -Really? Out of how many? -I don't know. I'm not sure how many I can drink without passing out.(Today's unifying theme is "office-style computer desks".)