Month: May 2016

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 Arsí¨ne 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!