HotW: TRUE THINGS or "What is Alan Moore doing these days ?"


There is something spectacular, no, WONDERFUL lurking on a Mr Neil Gaiman’s livejournal page. It is a two page comic that he and Mark Buckingham did for Alan Moore’s 50th birthday. The two page comic seems to have orignated in a book named “The Extraordinary Works of Alan Moore.” A book I have set my sights on owning.

I am not going to repost the images as that seems wrong to do. Don’t ask my why. (Although if you did ask me why, after disregarding my request not to, I’d be forced to say that prepping an image that would end up unreadable on this page and you’d have to click through anyway seemed like a waste of our mutal time. So I cut short the middle man.) I will share the link with a smallish panel and you, gentle reader, can step into Alan Moore’s ideaspace on a whim.

Thank you, Scans Daily for sharing Mr Gaiman writings and Mr Buckingham’s drawings for all to see.

I have a hope, a dream even, that someone writes/draws a thing this spectacular about me on my 50th birthday.

If I dare live that long.

In the meantime, I find myself considering using a rather elagant walking cane, wearing a refined vintage suit, and walking about the streets of Huntsville spelling out the fates of the locals. Only if they ask me to, of course.

Having the skull of a Buddhist monk might not be a bad idea either.



HOTW: Christopher Walken Cooks Chicken with Intensity


No, I haven’t forgotten. You would be rich if you had a dime every time I typed that. You won’t be rich though. I have no money to give you.

I have only my love and burnt edges of contempt. Stay away from those edges.

Why does Walken scare me while he does something as mundane as cooking chicken?



Groonkly Bit


“In the end, utopia has got to be a verb rather than a noun. It’s got to be the journey rather than the arrival.”
–Alan Moore



Morning's are Slippery and Fickle


Ever have one of those mornings where you wake at 6 AM and everything feels “right”?

You’re wide-eyed. You’re bushy-tailed (whatever that means). The day, nay, the Universe is a tiger and you’ve got that sucker by its tail. You’re in full control

Then by 9 AM the tiger’s turned and ate your ankle.

Just wondering.



Groonkly Bit


“The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.”

–Plutarch