LITERATURE - The Great Gonzo

Where were you when the Laughter stopped?

There was no laughter tonight, only the sounds of doom and death and failure - a relentless torrent of death signals: from the sheriff, in the mail, on the phone, in my kitchen, in the air, but mainly from Maria, who said she felt it very very strongly and she understood exactly why I was thinking the way I did / do, but there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't help her self. It was the death of fun, unreeling right in front of us, unravelling, withering, collapsing, draining away in the darkness like a handful of stolen mercury. Yep, the silver stuff goes suddenly, leaving only a glaze of poison on the skin.

Hunter S Thompson

VARIOUS - High Front, Low Comedy

A picture paints a thousand words... Most of these words are 'tee hee hee...knob.'

COMEDY - L'Izzard

Lego animation to help illustrate particularly wonderful flight of Eddie Izzard fancy. From the great days before all the acting and the stand up as a side line. Bah!

VARIOUS - Guitar Face.

It's a fine line between pulling a hard rocking guitar face and looking like you've guffed in your pants. Prince, being the master of everything of course, seems to have followed through.

Most of these pics look like after shots for the phrase 'pull my rock finger.'

VARIOUS - Well Made Geekery

Here is some well made fan based geekery of a 'star wars / star trek' hue. Here we see the death star blast seven shades of shynola from the Enterprise. This is good star wars fun. How good? Good in the 'George Lucas had nothing to do with this' good way.

MUSIC - Stacks Of Beauty

Someone who makes you want to pick up a guitar and make your heart break sound as elegant and elegiac. Bon Iver and this great track.

This my excavation and today is kumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me;
his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me

COMICS - What A Super Bastid.

Following on from Batman's apparent hatred of the Boy wonder we have this little collection of comic book covers that helps to illustrate that even though Batman may think Robin is a gimp, he still doesn't have the same level of hate that Superman has for Jimmy Olsen. I think the 'pal' bit of the title was supposed to be in inverted commas. What an arse.