Yeah, I said it.
Someone asked me recently how I’d like my life to be. I said, “I would like to have loads of comic books arrive at my house all the time in thick cardboard boxes.”
Well, that dream came true, cos I just got not one, not two, not three, but FOUR thick cardboard boxes with comics in them! Why, yesterday I got a jiffy bag with comics in it! I now see that that was the warm up. Tomorrow I am expecting a Whole Tree.
Oh, such glorious bounty! I got Grant Morrison’s The Filth off of my Amazon Wishlist (cheers Jimbo Danger!), which I previously read on my laptop as a .cbr and wished at the time was physical, because it’s just that sort of a book. I finished it at my Nan’s, and it made us both ill. I was also the lucky recipient of High Society, the second giant volume of Dave Sim’s celebtated Cerebus, which, to my shame, I have never read. I have been wanting to since I was 12. And I will now! Thank you Rudi de Warner! James Baker sent the the first part of Warren Ellis’ X-Men run, which has some beautiful art by Simone Bianchi in it. He was the guy that did Shining Knight in Seven Soldiers of Victory. That might have been my favourite. His Sheedah were nightmarish fairie folk and I had nightares about them. When I was 7.
Rah though. Shout out Mr and Mrs Raydome for bringing Asterix back into my life! I got a box full of of flippin HARDBACK Asterixes, amonsgt other thing, which is just crazy, so expect some bootlegs next year. I am armed to the teeth with comicraft fonts and my scanners till works.
My girl pointed out that I shouldn’t have opened them cos it wasn’t Christmas, so I stopped.
THANK YOU SO MCUH GUYS! And thank everyone of you that comes here and reads my crap, and listens to my stuff, and leaves comments, and tells their friends, and sends me emails, and gives me ideas. I am a lucky boy indeed to have such friends. And I am very excited about 2010. Ever since I was seven or so, I have been thinking about 2010, and how great it’s gonna be. 2010 was always The Future in my head. The real future… and I don’t think its gonna disappoint. Amazing Things Are Going To Happen…. to all of us. FOR all of us. Are you ready, brothers and sisters? Can you dig it?
As you know, yesserday I went to Hove, of the famous Brighton & Hove, to have a pagan Christmas celebration with my girl’s sister and to entertain my common law niece. Hell yaw we did indeed have a great time, watching the excitable little munchkin open her presents, or attempting to open her presents then getting other people to help her since she’s only got tiny little hands. She did good – we got the most mileage out of this dope-ass loop-the-loop matchbox car getup that cost her Mummy Moo a princely £7, but the most ridonculously balling thing she got was a Fisher Price Digital Camera.
I had no idea we were THAT far in the future. Girl’s three years old and she’s rocking a bright pink, inde-frickin-structible digital camera. And it, she tested that theory immediately by lobbing it at the floor. Rah though. Imagine! When she’s thirty she might be able to look back on photos SHE took when she was THREE (so long as Mummy remembers to BACK UP!)… Man, I can’t even remember being three. For all I know I might have been made with one of those meat printers in 2020 and sent back to the past to save mankind. I can’t remember shit, and I am less inclined to trust my parents memories these days – but I suppose I shall have to admit I have yet to save mankind. Unless my role was to instigate one of those butterfly scenarios. Maybe the fact that I couldn’t pay my phone bill and T-mobile cut me off leads to me not answering some text on Christmas day, which leads to someone catching feelings, which leads to someone else catching the brunt of those feelings, which leads to them leaving that person, and hooking up with a new person, and having kids with that person, one of whom goes on to defeat the inevitable robot invasion in 2027. Cos seven year olds are gonna be GULLY in 2027, if Fisher Price keeps this shit up. She who owns the past controls the future.
Anyway. I was mentioning Hove because that place only went and nearly killed my mankind-saving ass. Rah! Their pavements are ENTIRELY COVERED IN ICE, because the council are refusing to grit them. And my soles aren’t very grippy, and I didn’t think of walking in the road, so I FELL right on my ASS in a big comedy ARC walking down the hill from the station, and if I hadn’t been wearing two massive coats (cheers baby!) I might not have been cushioned enough to avoid CRACKING MY AMAZING SKULL OPEN and spraying Hove’s ice with my gooey brain matter. IMAGINE THAT, Hove Council! MANKIND’S DOOM WOULD HAVE BEEN YOUR FAULT! TOSSERS! On the way back I saw a local newspaper headline screaming about 250-odd people hospitalised by Ice Pavements. That’s just fucking wrong. You Hovians are paying £100 a month each in council tax for PAVEMENTS MADE OF ICE? You should be taking to the STREETS in your thousands! Although that’s really really dangerous.
Canny Hove Councilfucks!
They cancelled the Pagan Festival too (something to do with Clock Burning) cos of the pavements. I smell Christian Conspiracy.
Either that or the bins need taking out.
Aaaaanyway. Thanks for all those podcasts and things you left in the comments the other day. They kept me company last night when I sat up till 5:30am in this freezing icebox of a flat building a website with nothing but PURE HTML, like people used to do in the late nineties. I had to stop at 5:30 though, my brain was starting to go all crystally and my eyeballs were twitching like fieldmices in a badgers set. That shit is hard work. I got it finished though, and I was very proud of my work. There’s something deeply satisfying about making a beautiful digital information bomb out of nothing but words. Well, words and >>>>s and <<<<s. And ////s.
So today, I heard that Big Boi and Gucci Mane song. WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS?! IT IS AMAZING!
I also heard the Kurrupt/DJ Quik LP, which is similarly AMAZING.
I was alerted to the existence of these things by end-of-year-list-related-chatter on blogs. Well, blog. Bols blog. But this alarmed me. What else have I been missing, here in my bubble in Hackney Wick? Brother! Sister! We need to help each out here! Tell me about the things of wonder I know nothing of! Are we not friends? Is this not THE FUTURE?
Hey gang! I am in Brighton today having a merry pagan Christmas with my neice, and shall not be in contact as T-Mobile cut me off, the heartless bastards. But there’s plenty of stuff to keep you entertained over in the Blob Blog, and I have got a robot running my Twitter. So have fun!
OMFG you guys! Look what leaked!!!!
God save the internets.
Still, I am much better than yesterday, which I spent IN BED.
And if I had a laptop that worked, I might have watched the film you see above, It’s A Wonderful Life, what is prolly my favourite film ever, or at least in the top 5, depending on what day it is. Somehow that film gets better every time I see it. True stories! Apparently it’s showing at Screen On The Green in Islington on Christmas Eve. If my Ebay sales go well, that’s me sorted. IMAGINE!
Cough though. Still Ill. I still haven’t sampled that frickin’ song.
That was gonna be the name of my second album, ages and ages ago.
I’ll get on it at some point.
It’s on the list.
Man, the list.
What a scary thing THAT is.
Hey, you like the snow?
It snowed hard last night. I didn’t notice cos I was ILL in BED as you know already. Today I see it settled atop the roofs of cars outside my window, and it gives me a little pleasure.
I gotta say, being ill when you have a person that cares about you in the house is way better than being ill when you’re alone. I used to hate being ill when I was running dolo. Now I have a beautiful girl to bring me chocolate and make sympathetic noises. Lucky mud!
So, if you’re ever ill dolo leave a message on here. You’re not alone!
Rah though, I better get back to the drawing. I gotta finish these avatars, and get on with designing the new video looky.
Can somebody suggest some good long things to listen to? Podcasts, mixtapes, that sort of thing?