Talking of nice arses (well, I was anyway), Susan Storm gets a really nice one courtesy of Jim Lee. Hey, it's Sunday tomorrow, so I may well spend the day looking through my comics for Nice Ass Artists. You saw it here first.Saturday, March 14, 2009
Susan Storm
Talking of nice arses (well, I was anyway), Susan Storm gets a really nice one courtesy of Jim Lee. Hey, it's Sunday tomorrow, so I may well spend the day looking through my comics for Nice Ass Artists. You saw it here first.Saturday, March 07, 2009
Silver Sable
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Kid Shirt Cake
I swear to God, I took this picture of Kid Shirt, Doppelganger & Farmer Glitch (yeah, yeah, I still can't do the 'click on the bold text & it'll take you to their page' thing - it's too fucking 2006 for me), among others, and, well, shit, it came out like this. I'm guessing they're all fucking vampires. Note the wisps of smoke, something freaky was going on.Kek's Bash on Saturday night was just Legend. I wore my Luftwaffe gloves, talked Mucho Shit (see Doppledude's blog) and apparently fell over in Kek's garden.
I also met Kek's cat Jim - I was telling him all about Vernor Vinge - but the fucker walked off.
Also, during the Jack Daniels haze of The Westlands Social Club, I seem to remember eating a large piece of cake WITH KEK'S FACE ON IT. That just can't be right...can it? Can it???
All in all - fantastic night. I'm possibly actually still pissed.
Friday, February 20, 2009
A Night Out
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
More Slavery
Monday, January 19, 2009
Black Slaver
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Deadly Encounter
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Top 10 Helicopter Films
#01 : Blue Thunder (1983). Just THE Helicopter Movie.
#02 : Dawn Of The Dead (1978). Decapitation By Helicopter Blades Amongst Other Cool Helicopter Things.
#03 : Apocalypse Now (1979). I Don't Believe This Needs Explaining.
#04 : First Blood (1982). This Is The Guy That Falls Out Of A Helicopter When Rambo Chucks A Rock At It.
#05 : Lake Placid (1999). Giant Crocodile Attacks Helicopter.
#06 : Die Hard (1988). FBI Helicopter Cool.
#07 : Terminator 2 : Judgement Day (1991). More Helicopter Coolness.
#08 : John Carpenter's The Thing (1982). Norwegian Helicopter Cool.
#09 : King Kong (1976). By Miles It's A Better Film Than The Recent Turgid Peter Jackson Pile Of Drudgery...And It's Got Helicopters And The World Trade Centre. Okay, well they're mostly films with helicopters in them, rather than actual Helicopter Films ...but they do feature in an integral to the film kind of way....tell me all ten and I'll post the Fluff pic of your choice.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Heather Locklear At Christmas
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Deep Art 002
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Spider Fluff
Many thanks to El Lurcherino for putting me up last week while I did a stint at Al Jazeera. Lurch also insisted I read the current Mark Millar / Steve McNiven Wolverine, which I duly did and now can't wait for the next one. McNiven does do good fluff...this here is Hawkeye's daughter.If you haven't already I suggest getting hold of it. Good stuff.
Happy birthday for the day before yesterday Lurch...I'll post a fluff pic for you if you tell me who you want (nobody toooo rough, I know you like them slightly deformed or unfeminine).
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
How Old?
Well, now. Very Old today, but the depressing ageing thing has been offset by Mrs Zero buying me the latest Stephen Hunter...a king among writers..He's so fucking Eighties it's like he still lives back there.I shall be reading it very soon, next week in fact as I travel by train down to our great capital to work, once again, in television. Oh, well, I did get out for almost two years. That has to count for something, right? I worked some overnights last week on Channel Five's American Football. Free chocolate & my name on the credits really didn't make me feel any better. Walking back into the studio firing line just made me nauseous and somewhat retarded. It's looking like I might be back in the television genre just in time to see it finally fist-fuck itself to death.
On top of that I goosed my knee a few weeks back and standing up for eight hours in a studio didn't really help. The most annoying thing is my other knee's fucked now from taking all the weight. Go figure.
Still, using a walking stick for a week was cool. It felt very cosmopolitan.
Apologies for not posting for over a month (to anybody who gives a crap), I have no excuse other than I really had nothing to say. And as you probably can see...I still don't.
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