The baby wanders toward the water. She stumbles on the slippery riverbank and slides into a slurry of clay, sand, and fresh snowmelt. She struggles to free herself, but every movement drags her deeper. The mud gets in her mouth, her trunk, her eyes; disoriented, she gasps for breath but gets a mouthful of muck instead. Coughing, gagging, caught in a riptide of panic, she makes a dreadful high-pitched shriek that brings her mother running. Inhaling with all her force, the calf sucks the mud deep into her trachea, sealing her lungs. By the time her mother reaches the bank, the baby is partially submerged in the ice-cold mire and flailing feebly, rapidly sliding into shock. The mother screams and mills on the soft bank
TOUCH THE FUCKING ELEPHANT
"AAAAAA NO DON’T MAKE ME AAAAAAA MUMMY"
I AM YOUR FUCKING MUMMY TOUCH THE FUCKING ELEPHANT
May 1st, 2009 | Work
According to The Hollywood Reporter and other locations — I’m going to throw the traffic to comics news site Newsarama — Bruce Willis and Richard Donner are apparently circling the film adaption of RED, the graphic novelette I did with artist Cully Hamner some years ago.
I have no further knowledge of this. But I’m all right with Bruce Willis, actually. Funny thing is that people are talking about this being part of a "second act" for him at age 54, but I always imagined the protagonist of RED as being in his early sixties…
April 30th, 2009 | brainjuice
This Is What It Means To Be Ben Templesmith:
Dan Curtis Johnson’s on holiday:
Zoetica Ebb has tagged this modelling shot for MA46 with "LOLwhore":
Photo by Melissa Gira:
This is painter Zofia Szeretlek and I have no idea what she is doing, except, maybe, see above:
And here is Bruce Sterling looking relaxed, international and yet faintly sinister, as if lost in the contemplation of a future where ubiquitous computing nets deny people Tamiflu. And not minding it too much.