Toph headsed up me to this link here which sold ARMOR OF GOD PJs ™
The site claims that God told him or her to make and sell PJs on the internet just like Granny made them put on whilst reading Ephesians 6 so that they wouldn’t be scared when they went to bed.
Ephesians is a bit hazy in the memory banks so I looked the verses up:
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Back again from camp and don’t I feel great. As it turned out, there was an opportunity for Julie to come along as an extra child minder. That was groovy, because it was like a weeklong extension on our last day together before she returned again to France for a few weeks to take care of some business.
The kids were by the other colleagues “the best group all year”. Rob did a presentation about New Zealand and one child asked eagerly about whether the animals (kiwis, kakapos, opossums) were tasty. They were very receptive to Julie’s presentation about France and we all learned a little French to boot. She taught them the refrain of Aisha. They loved the song, and all the lads had a huge crush on her. I brought my axe and taught them Wagon Wheel, which they also loved to sing. Over and over and over.
Videos were made, which I hope to share as soon as they come my way in a while, but for now I only have the videos that Robert Tyson of Macon took of our last gig at the Hecht Fest last weekend. This one is Wagon Wheel, preceded by a short clip of our homage to the 70’s TV show Emergency. It should be noted that at Camp, however, in the third verse I “had a nice long joke“.
A little Dresden humor. Hip-hop with the Dresdner dialect. tee hee.
Back From France
We have uploaded pictures of just how amazingly beautiful it was. Click on the pictures to see them enlarged, or click on the clapper to start the slideshow.
Having such a good time in France; donkeys who wear pants
So far we’ve been down to ?le de R?, seen a concert, gone to a medieval fest, and played with the kitties. Also am eating very very well. More pictures to come but the ones I do have are heresville, man.
Took an 8th grade science test…
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It’s Ligne Claire appreciation minute. Dig:
Ligne claire (French for "clear line") is a style of drawing pioneered by Herg?, the Belgian creator of Tintin. It is a style of drawing which uses clear strong lines which have the same thickness and importance, rather than being used to emphasize certain objects or be used for shading (for this reason it is sometimes also called the democracy of lines). (from wiki)
If you’ve never inked an illustration, this would sound pretty trivial to you. But consider the swooshing linework in a typical cartoon like Asterix or Batman, and you’d see a striking difference. Moreover, while the former style went out of vogue in the 60’s, it is still deliberately employed nowadays either to create a retro feel, or moreso to underscore a sort of irony where you find scathing satire set on a platter of tongue -in-cheek naivete.
The above link will take you to some fine examples of that; another one that comes to mind is Tom the Dancing Bug’s occasional Billy Dare feature which satires the Tintin/Johnny Quest schtick.
Oh, and speaking of which, link time! Breaking Free, the unauthorized anarchist Tintin graphic novel is available online. If you love Tintin, you’ll probably hate it; if you are a politically-minded type, you’ll either love it or hate it.
It’s Ozzymandias time! Just like P, B, and Jelly; it’s Percy Bysshe Shelley (husband of Frankenstein, y’all). One of my all time favorite poems.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I once read that there was an ancient monument to a ruler where a conniving artisan made the plaque out of a perishable clay, concealing a stone engraving of his own name. The top layer survived the ruler, and I guess also the artisan. But within a century it was weathered away leaving only the name of the master.
Will that be the fate of our times as well? Must we settle for the solace that one day long after we are dust that those who pull the strings for our idiot leaders are finally exposed?
Stats tell me that kein Schwein has visited my site in weeks. And why not? It’s beautiful outside! So here’s the dope:
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I’ve been working a bit on Mari Bohley’s website. I didn’t design it, just updating some things. She is a bookbinder, calligrapher, and proprietor of Blue Child.
I think her work is quite amazing.
In other news, what with the new host, with buttloads more diskspace and unlimited MySql, I installed a new gallery program, into which I am slowly transfering my images. http://www.seezen.net/gallery/index.php