June 1st, 2008 | brainjuice
Long-awaited CD-R from Kemper Norton and friends. “Wrong folk, drunktronic laments, granular pop, pagan death anthems, chirpy digitalis and electric crayon landscapes. Or something.” It’s wonderful.
And yes, that is indeed a sample of beach sand in the plastic sachet. I don’t dare open it, Kemper might’ve pissed in it or something…
May 30th, 2008 | Work
It’s Friday, it’s past noon UK time, so the new episode of FREAKANGELS is up, right here.
And you can all do me a favour today, if you feel so moved, by posting a link to http://www.freakangels.com on your blog or website, just to remind people we’re still here and still pumping out free comics episodes once a week.
Hell, you could even use the FREAKANGELS RSS Window, which auto-updates every Friday:
May 30th, 2008 | brainjuice
Monkey-controlled robots have upgraded from leg control to arm control, it seems. I don’t consider this a useful advance. Monkeys are well known, after all, for, well… non-consensual sexual activities. And I frankly refuse to end my life desperately trying to fend off a monkey-powered robot fisting. I mean, is that really the future you wanted? "Day 184. Still can’t go outside. Monkeys waiting to fist me with robot arms." No. You’re not even going to get a jetpack with which to evade the mechanical rape arms of the Simian Love Patrol.
And even if you did, the monkeys would learn how to fly them.