I think I may have the plague. I'm sure I can't stay feeling this bad for much longer without a) getting better or b) dying. I did a quick search on the web of my symptoms and apparently I have caught The Black Death. This I find hard to believe as it's last appearance around here was around 1350. Whatever it is, it appears to be immune to my usual medicinal applications of PG Tips and nicotine.
First point of order today: Given that I love wrestling and still enjoy it despite knowing that the outcome is most often pre-decided and given that I love the Kiss uber-brand despite knowing that underneath the greasepaint are men old enough to be my parents, I proudly give you this:
Apparently somebody has pegged this award winning photograph by José Luis Rodriguez as a "fake" (ie: using a trained domesticated wolf) and publicly rubbished it. I don't care if it's a fake or not. It's a great picture. Why can't some people accept the fact that life is all about interpretation? If this never happened, nobody cares. Neither you or I were there to witness it first hand (hereafter known as the Point of Origin) but if I choose to suspend my disbelief, I can enjoy this picture immensely. It is far better than the picture not existing at all and not having the enjoyment.
Don't lose the magic in life just because you can't see further than the end of your retarded nose. Gene Simmons once said that when you visit Disneyland, you really don't want to know that the guy in the Mickey Mouse suit sweeps up the trash when the gates close. He's right. I don't but there seem to be plenty of people out there who do.
In light of this, I would also like to present my submission to the competition that I took in the Zodiac Lung office about eight months ago. Again, there is no PhotoShop fakery going on here, but there will doubtless be those that think there is....
May the Gods have mercy on what's left of your soul...
Anyway, you can read the whole scandal at The Guardian here.
Second and all remaining points: Have just ordered myself a copy of Crazy Hair. I don't have many days when I think "I wish I'd written that" but yeah... I do.
...and talking of things I particularly need right now, Coheed and Cambria's Year of the Black Rainbow will be upon us in April. The press release in my inbox reveals: Year of the Black Rainbow will be made available in a a deluxe package including a 300+ page prose novel of the same name, co-written by Claudio Sanchez and New York Times bestselling author Peter David, which promises to "tell the origins of Coheed and Cambria, and much more." Presale information on the deluxe edition of Year of the Black Rainbow will be announced toward the end of December.
OK. Sounds pretty good to me. I think I might just put a pitch together for a nice little spread in Rolling Stone and then spend the summer on the road... stranger things have happened.
Out.
Currently listening to: Jet: Get Born
Currently reading: a list of presents I still haven't bought
Currently eating: a Bakewell Tart. I know how to live...
