Friday, October 21, 2005

The Absence Of Dinosaurs

This week's funny cartoon was a tricky beggar to get a hold of. We've had it bobbing around between us for a number of weeks but it never seemed to work. It wasn't until gone nine last night that we finally thrashed out the cartoon as it stands. Which was a relief. For me, at least. As I got to go home, put my feet up, light up a ciggy and crack open a can of Beamish. Frank on the other hand, well I'm sure he'll tell you all about it himself. My favourite part of this particular cartoon, though alot of people probably won't pick up on it, is the implied jealousy of the film towards 'that other film'. Frank, on the other hand, likes where the guy wonders about the absence of dinosaurs. Make of that what you may.

An interesting post, and quite relevant to yesterdays post, popped on Kottke yesterday. It seems Jason received a letter from a reader who is a published author. Meghann Marco had requested that her publisher make her book available through Google Print. They refused and have since issued proceedings against Google. Meghann is understandably annoyed as she saw it as the perfect way to get her book in front of people's eyes, which would surely increase it's profile and increase sales. Which sounds strikingly like straight forward logical thinking. Her publishing company, and a number of others, don't seem to agree. As if to prove her point, I've never heard of the book or the author but it looks exactly like the sort of book I'd be into. However, I've never bought a book in my life without reading at least a couple of pages first. Now, I wonder is there some way I could possibly catch a quick look at it, without asking my local bookshop to order it especially for me.

BlueBlood, the seminal counter-culture erotica 'zine, are selling these fantastic looking hoodies. I'm not a punk or goth but I know a lot of folks who would like one of these (not to mention one or two who'd look really good in one) and I can understand why. Which is odd because you'd think that whole skull thing was done to death by now - so to speak.