November 4th, 2004


bye bye nanaimo, don't let the door hit your electronic arse on the way out...

The gods of romance, they provide. As the spambot from Nanaimo got progressively less and less communicative (even the promising-looking My Love, where are you? weeps from "Zoologist H. Ladder" turned out to contain nothing more intimate than a baffling statement about jiffy fluid and a very short poem about hard bread) so new suitors have come winging into my inbox, and while Nanaimo may have had a handle on my interests, these two are clearly a cut above his ramblings about comics and toys. One's rather into politics; the other speaks latin! Without further ado, allow me to present random8 and bsbLatin (don't worry, I'll keep most of their romantic fervour firmly strapped behind cut tags)

Random8 is naimed for the way that their poems always come wrapped in a photo of a bored-looking woman called [randomword][randomnumber].gif. They claim other names, of course; Lolicia Sheridan, Rhett Tyson, Jareth Preston. But it's quite obviously all the same guy, and joy of joys, the poems are actually quite short: Collapse )

I can't, unfortunately, say the same about bsbLatin, but their sheer imaginative range (not to mention facility with dead languages) wins lots of points. I don't know, does this sound kind of rude to you? Collapse )

Those of you completely disinterested in my imaginary affairs with spambots may instead like to find out why I came back from Grrr! raving about Austrian-German artist Ellfriede. Don't bother too much about the sense of it, just keep on clicking.
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un-expectingMy pretty little sister Ellē is expecting a child. In fact, she has been for a while, but I've been superstitiously silent until after the first scan, as you are supposed to be. Baby is a gymnast and wriggled enough that it remains gender neutral for the moment... With Fortean aptness I caught one of the viruses that drift round our sick offices and spent the week before she finally cracked and told me staggering around nauseous and dizzy ... which inspired this week's strip. She's having a grim time of it but she is the girl with the delicate stomach (unlike mine, which will happily consume pretty much anything) and I would expect no less of her.

I'm seeing her on Sunday, we're going to see Eyes, Lies and Illusions at the Hayward, so I can mock her delicate condition and tell her she's showing even though she won't be.


Finally got round to seeing if I could draw on those jigsaw blanks geroge gave me. Looks like I can.
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