(I have a right to be here. This is a PUBLIC playground.)
(I have a right to be here. This is a PUBLIC playground.)
Angus & Julia Stone - And The Boys
Alan Moore (AKA Translucia Baboon), David J and Alex Jones were The Sinister Ducks. This was their 1983 break-out single, “March of the Sinister Ducks”.
It was also their only single.
Alan is vocals and all the duck noises. Cover art by Kevin O’Neill.
Posted by permission of Translucia Baboon and David J.
You’re welcome.
Working up the nerve to write this comic was hard. Stopping (once I got started) was even harder.
thank you for making this. its really nice to know that there are other people out there who pretend or even feel like they’re okay when they’re struggling. i haven’t relapsed back into self harm as of yet, but i still have so many issues i deal with– suicidal thoughts, feeling depressed, unmotivated, angry at myself– that i don’t really tell anyone about.
Jonny Greenwood made a name for himself with Radiohead as the rock-guitar virtuoso of his generation. So naturally he decided his next instrument should be an entire orchestra.
DeVotchKa - Contrabanda
sexy inexplicable melancholy
you’re KILLING ME XD
Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman are delighted, thrilled, honoured and touched that Good Omens has been picked as a World Book Night choice:
“We love books, and think that a Night during which people give each other books is the best kind of Night there could be. We wish that there had been Nights like World Book Night when we were younger. Unfortunately, there weren’t, and we had to make our own entertainment, which is probably why we wrote Good Omens. But, hurrah! World Book Night! Give each other books. Especially ours. Every word lovingly inserted by craftsmen. We thank you.
P.S And while you’re about it try writing books yourself, it worked for us!”
The real question is what have Batman AND Robin done to bananas!
Robin, what have I done to you
Oh god the joker’s boners one
I’ll show YOU how many boners I can make!
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.
The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.
No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.
by Sylvia Plath
According to the feminist film theorist Laura Mulvey, “the male figure cannot bear the burden of sexual objectification.” How do women photograph men? A search through The New Yorker’s photography library provided some answers. Here’s a selection of images that seem to flip the paradigm.
