My apologies to all fashionistas and fashion victims throughout the world for that last post. I'm sure there's meaning in what you do.
I spent last night (and day) mainly reading comic books: Alan Moore's Swamp Thing is incredible, and the first incarnation of John Constantine looks a
lot like Sting. I finally understand how his other friends died. Glad that's settled.
Warren Ellis' Global Frequency also has much kick-ass-ness. The man's contemporary sci-fi concepts and ideas brought to life in action packed sequential panels leave me with tingly sensations in my frontal lobe.
Wunderbar. If only it was more than just a series of tight missions. I feel like I'm reading the equivalent of the first season of X-Files: lot's of cases, but the cancer man ain't there yet. Or deep throat. Or Linda Lovelace.
I've also got Frank Miller's Sin City. Save that for tonight.
I also spent the night recording a jingle with Y2k for Abang Rom's Rottwailer's Convention we're playing (click
here to find out more). It's a slow acoustic ditty, so I thought I'd try the vocal condenser we've got. It sounds good. The room doesn't. I must figure out this acoustics problem. Or corner off one area for vocals and instruments and what-not.
Dull post. Fuck off somewhere else.
