The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

Second down on the left is comics writer Tristan Crane.

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

The young lady in the corset whom I’m carefully covering parts of up (mostly because I fear she’ll log on in the localtime morning and say “Oh, God, I sent him that?”) is my friend the photographer and cortortionist JR Blackwell. In black and white at the bottom is Heidi MacDonald, and I think Lea Hernandez sent the one on her left. Middle right, she who writes for Oddculture as Glossolalia Black.

Time for pub.

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

Morning. My entire body aches, and there are a zillion people in my inbox:

(And that’s Meredith Yayanos doing the ghostie thing there.)

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

That’s got to be fifty people already. Another dozen in the box. Me for bed. See you in the morning for more.

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

And, yes, the collaging is getting sloppy already. 2.26am, and I’m doing this in between breaking a script.

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

The guy with the light sabre is called Matt Wagner, and I believe he needs to be punished somehow. Note also the hideous League Of Gentlemen tribute image.

The internet, they tell me, is made out of people. Like Soylent Green.

From now until midnight comes ’round again, this is the Friday Stunt: take a picture of yourself now and send it to me at warrenellis@gmail.com. It shall appear here, with all the others.

And for those who remember the previous versions at diepunyhumans — I’m doing it a little differently this time:

Haven’t done one of these since I moved the dirty blogging action over here from diepunyhumans. First one I did was back on WEF, waaaay back when, and it was called World Wide Wednesday. It’s when I get sick of you looking at me and decide to look at you. It became part of the occasional Friday Stunts on diepunyhumans, which included guest writers, camphone video days, and other stuff that kept us all sane on slow days.

The internet’s made out of people. Let’s see who’s on it.

It is now Friday morning in the UK. For the next 24 hours, The Friday Stunt is: take a picture of yourself and send it to me. It shall appear here, with all the others. It will be Chaos. It will Vaporise my hosting. We will Laugh and call it Fun.

Send to the special Friday Stunt email address, which is warrenellis@gmail.com.

Al Watson:

Bomb Factory: link goes to their MySpace page, with its handy streaming player for instant injection of their ranty ugly goodness. I recommend “God Loves Us And He Hates You” for the total fucking Fugue Hate that Ranting Jack gets himself into by the end.

A recommendation that the name of South Africa’s capital be changed from Pretoria to Tshwane has been unanimously approved.

The Geographic Names Council took four hours to back the change. Tshwane is the name of a pre-colonial local chief and means “we are the same”.

(Also, a recent history of city name changes. And also, creepy white people are not impressed:)

A Canadian province will shut its 24-hour suicide hotline and replace it with one that operates only during business hours.

Prince Edward Island, a small province on Canada’s East Coast, says it is too expensive to operate the hotline around the clock. Starting June 1, it will be open only between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m., Monday through Friday…

MontiLee Stormer:

I think it’s time I brought back the old Friday “audience participation” stunt from diepunyhumans, don’t you?

Check in after midnight UK time.

I’ve had about a dozen people send me this in the last five minutes:

Yes. I am a B-List Blogger.

She took this while in makeup for a shoot with Zaiden:

BBC NEWS | In pictures: Kalash spring festival

Tucked away in the mountains of northern Pakistan, the tiny Kalash minority celebrate the end of winter in May each year with the Joshi (spring) festival.

It is a time to give thanks for the end of the harsh weather and to celebrate the arrival of the more productive spring months.

Until recently the Kalash had no calendars or watches. They work out the festival dates by the position of the sun.

Two Star Wars fans are in a critical condition in hospital after apparently trying to make light sabres by filling fluorescent light tubes with petrol…