sweet effay

Having promised to slag off H.P. Lovecraft, I find myself beset by some loathsome viral illness which makes my skin super-sensitive. I guess that various representatives of the Old Ones on Earth are directing their evil thoughts in my direction. Anyhow, the Lovecraft thing will have to wait, as my desktop PC is now definitively fucked and I’m going to have to reformat the hard drive in an attempt to get the thing up and running again.

Being forever behind the times, I am currently reading The Filth and enjoying it immensely. I remember being told that King Mob in The Invisibles was supposed to look uncannily like a heroic version of Grant Morrison; does this mean that porn-obsessed, cat-loving Greg Feely is a shabby version of Morrison? I wonder which is nearer the truth. I think we should be told.

I realize that I am committing the cardinal sin of confusing text and author, but when you’re sitting around with your skin independently crawling over your flesh, it helps to have other things to ponder.