Entertaining Mr Slothy

CriminalMindsCriminal Minds, the Reality Show. There, never say I don’t do my best to keep you posted on the latest entertainment trends. This one is co-produced by Ogle Inc., Pox News and MI50. Enjoy. And in case you though (oh, so wrongly!) that I’d support Hilarious Hillary just because “she’s a woman”, think again. She’s toxic, she is. Once, in an unguardedly insensitive moment of great anger against her, I compared her to a hyena (as female hyenas have nearly as much testosterone as the males). Next day I had a large delegation of the darling Feliformiae picketing my doorstep and complaining loudly about the insult. I apologized promptly and profusely to the admirable creatures, offered tons of Smarties as reparation and signed an official document declaring my devotion to their hygiene-conscious kin. After that we got along famoulsy and they even let me play with the cubs they had brought along (-a PR stunt, no doubt). I’ve still got the selfie somewhere in my hard drive…:-)

Midsummer Revels

SolsticePod.SNot that there’s all that much to rejoice about. The weather is crap and the Brexit hysteria is hitting the fan like the proverbial shit. Still, be brazen, be defiant, be toujours gai! Raise two fingers at life itself, si le cœur vous en dit.

BoredAngel.SUpdate 23/06/16. To celebrate Vote To Remain A Slave In Any Case Day, here’s a wee bit of early history of things wot are intrinsically good and groovy. So…that’s how it all began. Next thing you know, the peasants are storming the Winter Palace. Of course, the results never seem to last very long. But who knows… Perhaps one day…one day… Hope MUST spring eternal.

Famous Scandals

HowDoYouPlead.SThe charges, of the just-in-case- variety in the first place, were bogus and the evidence trumped up. Or the other way around –same difference. The prosecution was cheaply bought and the witnesses all had had tactical lobotomies. The Little Man and his Mafiosi sponsors even took the case to the wrong court, much to Bubbles amusement who wryly concluded that one should never trust little people in positions of power –or any people at all, for that matter. However, Ms Dearie’s mum mounted a fierce and cogent defence, the case was thrown out by the Snakes and a ginormous compensation fee was awarded to the young Blossom, who is currently touring the Badlands with Bubbles and the older Snake and having the time of her life. Who doesn’t like a happy ending?

Blues, Glorious Blues

WelcomeHomeLong time no do a proper, undiluted Loony Tune. No politics, no meaning, no depths. Just mindless sweet silliness. Behold, the Cyclopic Teddy is come visiting his friends in The DeepDeepDeep. The marine creatures are massively excited and happy. All is fluffy.

The Pleasures of Purloining

Yggdrasil&Croc2 Yggdrasil&CrocThis here thingy is made entirely of bits of clipart I found out there to which I’ve “done things”; most of it came pre-loaded into a new app I got recently. The tree came from an app called Mandalas wot does…well, mandalas, would you believe it. Actually, the mandalas are already “made” and you just add colour. Is one of those toys for folks who cannot draw and are NOT creative AT ALL but would like to feel they are creative, and who liiiiike to shaaaare their selfies  and other crap with their many, many, many “friends” on FaceSoddingBook, a pox on them all. Me, I love the shapes and I steal them ruthlessly and frequently, same as I nick some clipart with gay abandon because some of it is too delicious not to nick and work with. That deep. So, stealing can be fun. Shoot me… :-) This one (there will be others, soon) I’ve dedicated to my darling dead friend, Ash, who was into Norse mythology, especially root-chewing giant worms (or wyrms, as they’re called in old English -or by pretentious people who like to affect an old-fashion mode of expression). He also had a very cuckoo sense of humour and I know he would have pissed himself laughing. I do miss him a lot. As usual and on the Por Mucho Pan Principle, there’s two versions. Life is too short to agonize about some kind of choices.

PureClipartUpdate 28/05/16 I warned you there’d be more. Here it be. Every single bit a bit of clipart  “rescued”, done things to and put to work. Whatever else anybody may think of the results, or even the ethics of the procedure, me, I’m having a whale of a time doing it. Long live Arsène Lupin!

Two Relevant Reds

TheRoadBriefEncounter4There, some relevance. The Road is an upgrade of something so ancient that really I have forgotten how the original came into being. The second story is that “In them early days things were pretty jumbled and very hazy and nobody quite knew what was what. Creatures came upon one another and wondered and puzzled and, sometimes, they quizzed each other -with varying degrees of either civility or success.” Voila!

Two Inconsequential Blues

Roses.S ProtoShoggoth.SHere, have some blues. They’s not massively good or relevant but blue’s good for you. Well, it is for me anyways.

Update 27/05/16 Here be a mate of sorts for the blue flehs. These be sort of Deco.


Birthday Blues Preview

HappyBirthdayTempus fugit vertiginously fast; gloria mundi transits like it’s going out of fashion; Carthage is being destroyed relentlessly over and over; my elderly bones sing a droning dirge from dawn till dusk. And I have become a tedious statistic to people that once pledged their knowledge and their endeavours to the promotion of the wellbeing of their fellow bipedal carbon-based sentient life-forms. One day you are a heedless bright young thing with flowers on her hair and next you are a wreck, most of what’s left of your mind occupied by Shoggoths and the ineffable Cagnolitos of Tindalos. But why bovvah? Let us go, once more, with Mehitabel: Toujours gai, toujours gai. Argh, me hearties. The phantom whale is a-coming! Look, off she blows!

Two Sunrises

WellMet.S SunriseDemonettesHere’s a couple of sunrise scenes. Let it never be said I’m all Gloom & Doom. Well Met. In her quest for kindred spirits, young Miss BattyBall has been travelling along the Via Spaccata for many moons, on her way to the Open Marshes. Half a mile before the Fuzzy Crossroads, where the Via intersects the Slippery Slope, she is met by a couple of  chubby sauroids bearing gifts and a small cluster of sentient stardust, there to assist her in the often perilous negotiating of said junction. Also to provide some much needed comic relief; the sentient cluster has a nearly inexhaustible stock of crappy jokes, spurious anecdotes and utterly absurd but otherwise entirely truthful and accurate tittle-tattle. Sunrise Demonettes. They dance with the rising sun, they do, these flaming creatures. Just for the pure joy of it.