May all your poems be about bridges
Next week: Werner Herzog and the Peanuts Gang. “I believe the common denominator of the universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility, and murder. Good grief.”
Recontextualising a classic comic strip like they do on the internet sometimes.
The absence of the familiar factory-drawn avatars allows/compels us to interrogate our own love for lasagne/hatred of Mondays. Please may I have a book deal? I could knock a bunch of these out pretty quick, like.
A sneak peek at my new screenplay: InnerShark
Tagline: We’re gonna need a smaller boat.
via Fake Science
…in all its wonder and majesty.
It’s a pretty comprehensive overview, maybe just missing out one or two important life events, like the first time you fully engage with the core values of a brand, owning your first loyalty card, your first night spent sobbing incoherently into a pillow over the relentlessly meaningless grinding tedium of it all etc. I’m sure there are more.
Treat level has today been raised to “cake”, the second-highest level of treat there is. This doesn’t mean you will have cake tomorrow, nor that anyone has mentioned getting you a cake, nor that anyone you know will have cake. We’re not even 100% certain that cake actually exists at this point.
Look, stop thinking about cake would you? You’re cake daft, the lot of you.
Here’s a picture of cake I did once.
Heavy Petting are off to Edinburgh for the third time. And have we got a show for you!? Hard to say, really, but we definitely have this flyer. I roused my lazy arse and wrote some new classifieds after coasting on the same ones for two years (including a very ill-advised advert for Lindsay Lohan’s vagina that I found funny but everyone else… not so much).
It’s just as well we changed it: Lindsay Lohan’s vagina is probably really unfashionable by now. I don’t know, it’s quite hard to keep up with these things.
A guide to Stornoway’s Sunday treats.