The Pit and the Pendulum. Some time ago I said that I was waiting for the tide to turn. I was lying.
As a matter of fact I’m sick up to the gills with tides, returns and other pendular shenanigans.
A lifetime of left or right, black or white, us or them, good guys or …….. (enter here your designated enemy-du-jour’s name)……., with us or against us, either or moronic Manicheism, has left me with an actual, fierce, physical allergy to these kind of imbecile dynamics which are not dynamic at all. Dialectics that never reach a synthesis, not even a working compromise, let alone an expedient accommodation.
To tell the truth I dream of … I’m not sure what I dream of. Almost anything far, far, far removed from these crappy motions that go nowhere fast except to the bottomless pit of despair and annihilation. But I can tell you one of the things that pisses me right off about these hyper-fragmentary Inquisitions: that they are producing piles and piles and piles of fatuous, narrow, insular little worlds infinitely small and petty and, well, criminally tedious, really.
Yog-Sothoth, come ye amongst us and crunch all this shite in thy mighty maws and let the bugs and the rats and the tardigrades start a new something-or-other. They couldn’t possibly do worse that we have done. (Except for Bach, Goya and Geraldine Chaplin.) Have a sponditious week.

Gaza 2023. Why wait for November 11? Let’s remember right now!
It is said that one of the definitions of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expect a different outcome. According to this definition, with which I thoroughly concur, the state of Israel’s levels of madness must be off the charts. I know the whole world is slowly but surely going to the mad dogs but King Bibi, and his minions, and the prats that keep on voting him in (ad nauseam?) are truly astonishing in their (wilfully?) blind derangement. And if this statement makes me an antisemitic fiend in the crooked eyes of the likes of Suella Braverman and her cohorts, so be it. I know what I am or I’m not. And so do those who know me half well. And so does God…if there be one.

Meditation. Series Old Wine in New Bottles. More revisited stuff. This one has kept one of the original Shoggoths but the background and, especially, the substance have changed almost drastically. Switch off the telly. Turn off Radio 4. Bin the papers. Ditch your “smart” phone. Relax, sit still, take a deep breath, raise your middle finger and … Shooooooooooooom.

Lighthouse. Series New Wine in Old Bottles. A little indulgence, really. Amongst the many seldom-used drawing apps in my collection I found one that kind of mimics the good old Sonny Reader drawing tool looks. And, well, one can never have enough groovy lighthouses, does one? This one is especially luminous and the light she throws perforates and punctures sanctioned media bollocks like nobody’s business. I’ve arranged a meeting with Gorecho the poet with a view to examine in forensic detail the latest prodigious heaps-a-caca dished out stridently and relentlessly by the Guardians of Truth twenty four miserable hours a day, seven cursed days a week. The two small fishes, who organize the catering and the ex-curricular entertainment, are already deep in animated debate, bless their shiny little scales. Peace, love and an abundance of Beluga whales.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w042l9rKpzU

I Spy. For all the victims (Truth being amongst the casualties) of the latest ding-dong.

Two can play this game. Eyes peeled, folks.

Have a grand weekend. And un po’ di mu’ which will please hardly anyone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hkyezdmMWU

CucaFera & Mates. Further Catalan Stuff. aka It Never Rains… Featuring the same original Cucafera Tarraconensis and some mates she met at another tea party she was invited by one of her many admirers, the tiny Tentacular Thing With a Teddy wot kept watch upon the hills. Now they all travel Clouds 9 to 13.
The beautiful lady dragon says, to anyone willing to listen, that drifting up & down the skies in kawai company, beats shuffling along the main drag of Tarragona City with a handful of blokes under her carapace trying to make her dance sardanas.
See, the advantages of a pukka social life? As opposed to that dumb-show folks call “social” media, where you have 33,456 “friends”, none of which really gives a toss whether you live or die, not to mention several trolls and the odd stalker. Down with FaceFuckingBook! (And Snapchat, Twitter/X, Tick-Tock, Instagram and, at a pinch, Amazon.) Have a spiffing anti-“social” life.

Cold Waste Chums. Series Old Wine in New Bottles. Here we go again. Revisiting old stuff, originally done in, Bumba help us, a Sony Reader, back in the prehistory of me and tablets. The original was in glorious B&W. This version is in glorious dark tones and comes with extra chaotic skies, a dread Doom Tower and a couple of art-critical birdies. As for the preserving of the original characters, my line is that one can’t have enough renegade Protoshoggoths and, especially, gossipy baby Night Gaunts. There. Enjoy it, if you can, and have a splendiferous weekend.

Emergence. The presence of the Itinerant Ladybird has been requested by the Shoggies to work her midwifery magic in the birth of what everybody hopes will be the last-ditch Snake of True Wisdom. The Snake (a variety of Sneak) has been conjured for to do battle with the Forces of Apathy, Ignorance and Media Mendacity. Welcome to the End Days, pretty lady!

Synergy. This is a little something I did for a friend who mistook synergy for synchronicity. Nothing like some dancing damsels to illustrate what is what.

Come to Tea. More Catalan Stuff. Starring the original Cucafera (de Tarragona): The famous Vermis Ferus Tarraconensis: https://ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cucafera_de_Tarragona
She was noticed by a talent-spotter from the Mid-Badlands on a weekend break in that beautiful region of Catalonia. He fell in love with the delicious creature then and there and he invited her to a tea-shindig forthwith. The adventurous worm accepted with alacrity and off she went to the perfumed knees-up, where she was an unmitigated success and charmed everybody off their socks. I do love a good love story, don’t you?