Sparks

It’s like this: You go numb into your silent lunch hours Into the chill doom of daylight Are swept street­less down to city libraries Walk out with China Mieville novels And Duke Elling­ton and urban fairytales Trying to warm your hands and heart By the...

Stuff

I don’t really feel like I’m back in the world just yet, but I have to be. I’ve been dream­ing about <pred­ator> a lot, and think­ing about him, and the funeral and the wake. I’ve also been think­ing about his rela­tion­ship with Joss and great...
Dubya should be dead, not pred

Dubya should be dead, not pred

Pred­ator. 24.05.71 – 05.06.04. “Ah, so that’s what’s under here’ I think of all the funer­als I’ve had the mis­for­tune to attend, that one was the least like the per­son­al­ity of the deceased. We were reminded so many times by the priest that ”Mike” had been...

Vale Predator

I was going to write a post about how the Fourth World War is a film every­one should see. Instead I have to write that my good friend predat0r died at 2am on Sat­urday, of cancer, aged 32 or some­thing equally insane. He was one of the smartest, most...

Getting active

Went to the envir­on­ment protest in town after all. Late, but very worth it. I missed the actual march, but got a fair bit of the rally, and best of all Cat Empire played! So I got to boogie down with morgan303 and watch her dance circles around...