My short story, Spamface, appears in this week’s issue of Nature, on sale August 28th.
Here’s a panel from the first page of “Intergalactic Bank Robbing Teenage Space Aliens on the Run,” a four-page strip for FutureQuake.
Art and letters by Jim Boswell, who, as always, is doing an insanely good job.
I wish I could show the whole page, Jim’s art really is spiffing stuff.
Great cartoon from Steve Greenberg.
So, it seems there are plans to remake The Prisoner.
1. Why would anyone want to remake the most perfect show in the history of television?
2. Why would anyone want to remake the most perfect show in the history of television and cast Jim “I am Jesus really” Caviezel in the lead roll?
3. Why would anyone want to cast Jim “I am Jesus really” Caviezel in the lead roll of anything, ever?
Behold The Prisoner as it was meant to be, bask in the coolness of Patrick McGoohan.
Short review for GeekPlanet.
I’ll be writing a few bits and pieces for sci-fi website GeekPlanet.
First piece of mine is about the old BBC Quatermass serials for their Why We Love… column.
You can read it here.
“From 9th August 2008, you will be able to gather your own impression of Orwell’s face from reading his most strongly individual piece of writing: his diaries. The Orwell Prize is delighted to announce that, to mark the 70th anniversary of the diaries, each diary entry will be published on this blog exactly seventy years after it was written, allowing you to follow Orwell’s recuperation in Morocco, his return to the UK, and his opinions on the descent of Europe into war in real time. The diaries end in 1942, three years into the conflict.
What impression of Orwell will emerge? From his domestic diaries (which start on 9th August), it may be a largely unknown Orwell, whose great curiosity is focused on plants, animals, woodwork, and – above all – how many eggs his chickens have laid. From his political diaries (from 7th September), it may be the Orwell whose political observations and critical thinking have enthralled and inspired generations since his death in 1950. Whether writing about the Spanish Civil War or sloe gin, geraniums or Germany, Orwell’s perceptive eye and rebellion against the ‘gramophone mind’ he so despised are obvious.”
First entry is up, here.
Went to see Tom Waits on Friday night in the Phoenix Park. Sweet-fucking-Jesus-having-a-wank-up-on-the-cross was it amazing. He came on at 8.25pm and played until after 11. Just brilliant with a nice mix of old numbers and his later brand of insane, grinding, fucked up noise.
Found this footage on youtube, sound quality is pretty awful.
When he played Tom Traubert’s Blues the audience creamed their jeans (even the women!).
This is from 1977 . . .