Meetup

What Alasdair did at the weekend: had a bloody good time, actually. Met two of the comics writers I admire most, which was ace. I’d met Warren before, years ago, but I’d never met Garth Ennis, who turned up by blind chance, which was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. I think avoided turning into a drooling geek. Maybe. Got to hang out with a bunch of top class folk as well, regulars on the Warren Ellis message forums.

On from there to a very pleasant housewarming in South Woodford, where I wound up crashing, then spending half of sunday watching DVDs on the filthy and impressive home entertainment system, eventually getting home at about 8 on Sunday night. Then it was “rescue the flatmate’s laptop” which didn’t go well, sadly.

All that said, though, it dawned on me over the weekend, that most of my friends are “involved” with someone these days, to one extent or another, while I remain single. This is not the sort of thought you really want when tired and emotional late on a Sunday night, as it starts down the distressing “what’s wrong with me?” route. Still, all in all, a very pleasant weekend. More like that, I think.

Ring

Saw the Ring at the ICA last Friday, and have been meaning to mention it, because it was ace. Creepy as hell, like any horror film should be. Ranks up there with Woman in Black as a top horror. If you’ve any interest in horror, see this. Obviously, do not see any dubbed version that may be released, because it will be shit.

ECTS

So, I’ve been doing the ECTS thing, along with anyone else who could blag a ticket in. Fascinating and frightening at the same time. Lots of lights, bells and whistles, all very pretty. Also, spineless, gutless and filled with disgusting freaks.

Also reading books by Christopher Brookmyre, who I wholeheartedly recommend. And now I must go and work.

Clarification

To clarify: it’s not that I object to NAMBLA having freedom of speech. It’s that I object to them being defended for free by the ACLU, and that they can avoid appearing in court and having to stand up for themselves.

Sad

ACLU defends NAMBLA. Am I the only one who thinks that this is fucked in the head? “NAMBLA representatives have said they believe boys as young as 8 are capable of deciding for themselves whether to have consensual sex with an older man.” Like fuck they are. These are fucking kids. They’re just about capable of working out which shiny piece of plastic they want for Christmas, never mind if they’d like to let some old pervert near their arses.

Artist Hunt

Oh, and I’m seeking artists for a couple of comics projects. No publisher lined up yet, but I want to get some concept art and the first couple of pages of each into the promo packets I’m going to send out. If you’ve got actual artistic talent, and think that either urban horror or mad Cthuloid pulp sounds like your sort of thing, mail me. Urgently.

Never Saw The Light

Can’t even manage to stick to a proper weekly schedule. This is because I am very busy leading a fabulous jet set lifestyle of glamour and excess. Actually, it isn’t but it’s a better excuse than “I’ve got a lot of work on”, so if you’d please believe that, it’d make me feel a bit better. The pitch for Unbound Comics is taking shape. Expect to see “BLACK PLANET: Sex and Lies” available in their forthcoming antho, assuming the editor doesn’t shitcan me.