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Nov. 1st, 2022 08:25 amWent to work yesterday as a Sharknado – at least until lunch, by which time the gag had reaped its quota of laughs, and I was getting sick of having no peripheral vision. Most other people who’d shown up in costume changed back to regular clothes around the same time. The man who’d come as “Bachelor in Paradise” kept his suit and tie, but removed the giant cardboard dice he’d had on his feet.
Have some links:
Last week I heard for the first time of Herbert Crowley, early 20th-century visionary artist and later member of Carl Jung’s circle, who also briefly drew a newspaper comic strip called The Wigglemuch. This interview with a modern-day researcher reminds me a bit of Gemma Files’ Experimental Film: A Novel, from the initial fascination with a single image, unexplained in a coffee-table book, to encountering uncanny coincidences, to finding a cache of the artist’s lost works in a hollow tree near the ruins of his house. I’m glad to say no children mysteriously vanish.
No Harbour Keeps You Safe, by hwbswd, is a fanfic for some unused Rammstein album art (photo session documented here). The plot, quite by coincidence, is very much like Lovecraft’s The Temple, but with rather more sympathetic characters and about 600% more homoeroticism. You don’t actually have to know anything about the band to enjoy it-- you just have to like evocative descriptions of the sea, gothic-romantic narratives, dream logic, and the aforementioned (moderately explicit) homoeroticism.
Have some links:
Last week I heard for the first time of Herbert Crowley, early 20th-century visionary artist and later member of Carl Jung’s circle, who also briefly drew a newspaper comic strip called The Wigglemuch. This interview with a modern-day researcher reminds me a bit of Gemma Files’ Experimental Film: A Novel, from the initial fascination with a single image, unexplained in a coffee-table book, to encountering uncanny coincidences, to finding a cache of the artist’s lost works in a hollow tree near the ruins of his house. I’m glad to say no children mysteriously vanish.
No Harbour Keeps You Safe, by hwbswd, is a fanfic for some unused Rammstein album art (photo session documented here). The plot, quite by coincidence, is very much like Lovecraft’s The Temple, but with rather more sympathetic characters and about 600% more homoeroticism. You don’t actually have to know anything about the band to enjoy it-- you just have to like evocative descriptions of the sea, gothic-romantic narratives, dream logic, and the aforementioned (moderately explicit) homoeroticism.
