I told you I wasn’t dead. Not quite, anyway. Say hello to Mrs. Platypus. We’ll be seeing more of her and her niños. (Or so says the Celestial Fox… But I wouln’t trust her much, if I were you.) Update 08/06/09. And say hello to the foxes, while you’re at it.
After the Agony, the Extasis. Here’s the semi-final version of The Sound Of Music. There may be changes…
The Rehab Lab With Platypuses Saga continues. This one should piss off all the right people. But Norman would like it, I’m sure. Coming soon: The Railway Children. 10/03/09 And here it is, as promised. 14/03/09 And today is…nuns! Have a pre-peek at the shape of things to come.
Some very nice folks have asked me to post these two home-made adbusters. Here they are! And my compadrito, diagnosis Don Attilio wanted duck-billed platypuses. Voila! Buen provecho!
‘Been really crummy and unable to do all that much. So, I’ve decided to fall in love with two admirable blokes. The chaps in question are Norman Finkelstein and Paul Dirac. Since my passion will be unrequited in either case (as Stormy Normy doesn’t know me from Adam and Paul Dirac is very dead, alas!), the emotional expense is minimal and the risk nil. The pic is for Paul and for me mate Thomas, who will understand & appreciate the joke. Anti-Valentine Update 13/02/09. As it says on the tin: An antidote to crappy, mawkish valentines, really. Love & Bullets 4 All! Update 06/03/09. I’ve decided to rehabilitate crappy movies by doing wreally wrong and wromantic versions of them. Here’s the first one. David Lean, eat your heart out!
I knew it was too good to be true. They are back, try and this time they brought a friend. Meet the Sub-Niggurath. Meet her and run. Run fast.
I know, I know… I said I wouldn’t, but there you have it. Can’t keep away from them. I believe it is called an obsession.
Contrary to all appearances, I am quite alive, if not well. The “unwellness” didn’t stop me from having yet another go at my latest favourite subject. You can’t keep a good Shoggoth down! Solstice Update:21/12/08. …or a good Alien, for that matter. This one is for the shoe-throwing Iraqi journalist. Now, that’s what I call free expression, what! Do try it yourselves here: http://play.sockandawe.com/ Update 29/12/08: Poor 2008’s nearly over and I’m still on the rat track. What can I say in my own defense?
…fulfilled. I said I’d post some aardvarks. Here go two of them. The little one is based on a plastic aardvark I found during one of those random browsing sessions I indulge in now & then. It was too cute not to adopt, take home, call George and do digital things to it. I’ve also included another Shoggoth , just for the Hell of it. One can’t never have too many Shoggoths (= minions of the Great Cthulhu).
