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They’re Just Like You And Me Really

Spotted at a London Underground station this morning, one of the new posters for Habitat, featuring Helena Christiansen.

The version of the image here is, obviously, much smaller than the one I saw on the wall of the tube station, so you probably won’t be able to make out the detail, but on the huge version it was amusing to note that the penultimate book on the table next to her (the slim brown-spined one on top of the larger white tome) appears to be a graphic novel – or, as many of us would call them, ‘a comic with cardboard covers’.

Specifically, it seemed to be The Little Man by Chester Brown, a collection of his strips from 1980-1995.

Maybe it’s just me, but I find it oddly reassuring to think that, at the end of a day’s modelling, Helena likes to sit on a sofa and read about a man sitting round in his pants and listening to the radio and picking his nose.

In a way, it probably provides cosmic balance for all the men who sit round in their pants and look at pictures of models in magazines.

Whoever we are, it seems that we’re interested in the lives of others. As Sartre almost put it, “L’interest? C’est les autres”.

Nine Popular Maxims – Now With Added Experience-Derived Commentary

Better out than in applies to sharing of feelings, not flatulence

If you want to be popular, if you’ve got it, flaunt it tends to refer to cleavage or a six-pack stomach, not intelligence

Possession is nine-tenths of the law, but if you study it at degree level, don’t expect to spend 31 months discussing possession. If that’s your bag, you’re probably better off doing an exorcism qualification

Revenge is a dish best served cold is most applicable when you’re giving your nemesis poisoned gazpacho

Write what you know could be a hindrance if you’re a science-fiction (or fantasy) novelist

Charity begins at home, but people who say it don’t tend to be charitable at home or elsewhere

Dance as if no-one’s watching may get you voted off in week one of Strictly Come Dancing

It’s the exception that proves the rule“, when said, usually proves that the speaker doesn’t know the origin or true meaning of the phrase

A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, but not when you’re administering insulin to a loved one with diabetes

Not Judging The Book, Just The Cover

As comic creators go, I have slightly mixed feelings about Chris Ware; I’ve read his Jimmy Corrigan book a couple of times now, and whilst there’s no question at all about Ware’s talent, I have to say that the slightly formal and mannered nature of the art rather defused the emotional weight of the work for me. Rather like having a song of heartbreak sung in a voice so pure and on-note that it loses the human element.

That said, he’s got a terrific eye for design (and indeed general innovation) in print, as is amply demonstrated by his work for the latest issue of the New Yorker magazine – here’s the cover:


Inside, there’s a four-page strip by Ware too, which you can read by clicking here. Worth the clickage involved, if only to see that not all comics are men in capes punching each other through walls.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.

Originally found on Graham Linehan’s blog. Graham knows his comics, as anyone who’s ever seen The IT Crowd will know.

Ironically, It’s The Eastern Section Of The US Writers’ Guild Doing The Interviewing

I’m currently watching my way through all of The West Wing, and in general it’s very good indeed*.

Much of the credit for this, obviously, has to go to writer-creator Aaron Sorkin, and I thought it was worth me pointing you to this link, a 2003 Writer’s Guild of America publication featuring a ten-page interview with Mr S, followed by a copy of the pilot script for The West Wing.

By way of taking a look behind the curtain to see how it’s done, I’d say it’s worth your time.

*I haven’t got to the post-Sorkin era yet, so can’t voice an opinion on the reported dip in quality once he’s gone (though I gather it finds its feet again after a bit).

The Comedy Of Errors Has The Joke Of Two People Looking Like Each Other. Twice.

So I had an idea the other day – yes, yes, I know, it’s a real Dear Diary moment, ha de har har – specifically, an idea for a story; I liked the idea, and it seemed to pop into my head fully-formed, and I could see various avenues to it, and how it could be made a bit more real-world than a lot of stories, and I could see myself enjoying writing it, though there was one big hurdle to all this…

It felt like I’d stolen it from somewhere.

Now, I don’t know if this is actually the case or not, but the way the idea seemed to (as they say in House) present, with a lot of features already in place, seemed a bit too easy somehow, as if I could only have come up with the notion by nicking it.

Anyway, here’s the idea:

Two brothers – identical twins. One of them is murdered, and returns to the other as a ghost – as twins, they always had a strong ‘connection’, and death doesn’t seem to have ended that. The ghost twin helps his living brother look into the circumstances of the murder, and it turns out that in fact the wrong twin was killed, due to the similarity of appearance. In investigating all this, though, the living twin would not find people co-operative and willing to let him in to chat, as so often seems to be the case in such tales, but instead would struggle to get people to talk to him at all, as they’re still dealing with their grief. And of course, when he discovers that he was the target, the killer, at much the same time, realises that he hasn’t finished the job after
all…

Okay, so a couple of obvious touchstones are Randall And Hopkirk (Deceased) and the comic character Deadman, and there’s a wilful element to the ‘difficulty of investigation’ aspect that clearly comes from me having seen too many episodes of Murder, She Wrote and similar TV shows, as well as a wish to do something crime-based but not with too much of a standard gumshoe element. So it’s just a bundle of influences, I guess, but my sneaking feeling that this is a film or book I’ve previously experienced is enough to put me off writing it at the moment (in any form other than the summary in the paragraph above, I mean).

I spend a lot of time on this blog posting images I feel are similar – some of them clearly intended to be, others mere chance – but I’m equally interested in the similarity of ideas, and the way that two people can come to similar conclusions, or come up with similar notions, by what seems to be pure chance; granted, there are scientists who do work in specific fields with the same aim, which is perhaps more inevitable, and Charles Fort wrote about what I think he called ‘Steam-Engine time’, which was the idea that certain ideas or inventions have a ‘time’ when their creation is almost inevitable; being a pretentious sort, I’m rather reminded of the final lines from Yeats’s poem The Second Coming, which ask “And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”

I always marvel at the inventiveness of musicians, apparently able to create new songs from the limited number of musical notes in the octave, and it’s often claimed that there are a limited number of stories – the exact number varies, it seems, but it’s rarely more than about a dozen – so I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised that the ideas which flit across the landscape of my mind sometimes strike me as pleasing, but at the same time as probably being a swipe.

So anyway, I dismissed the twins story idea (well, scribbled it in the notebook and may do something with it in an altered form in the future, but for now that’s much the same thing), and didn’t really think anything more about it.

Until, over the weekend, when I was out and about, and I saw a pair of identically dressed identical twin girls. And then, less than an hour later, a pair of identically dressed identical twin boys.

Which wasn’t creepy in the least. No, not at all.

Too Late To Be Cool And Trendy – That’s How Cool I Am. Oh Yes.

Take a meme that’s already past its best, and a piece of news which nobody really cares about, and combine them, and what do you get ?

This.

Interrupt your favourite website by using this choice application.

If You’re Going To Do Something Of This Nature, I Guess This Is Probably How You Should Go About It

I’m painfully aware that the following is just a promotional thingy for The Beatles Rockband game, something which I have no interest in whatsoever, but I have to say I think this is really quite nicely done:

The Beatles Rockband Intro from Stephane coedel on Vimeo.

If you can ignore the trying-to-flog-you-stuff aspect of it, I think you’ll agree that the animation and attention to detail are pretty impressive.

Sudden thought: is this the first time I’ve mentioned The Beatles on the blog? Lumme. Anyway, for the record, I think they are really rather good indeed.

A Calendar I Spotted In A Shop In London This Morning

I almost admire their optimism in leaving it on the rack, but if it hasn’t sold yet, I don’t know if it ever will.

Don’t know if you can make out the grey effect at the top of it, but yes, that is dust.

(Talking To) My New Pen

Just a couple of things I wanted to share before they fled my mind (for if there’s one thing readers of the blog will be all too familiar with, it’s that I can’t let a thought – no matter how irrelevant and trivial – pass through my mind without sharing it):

THING THE FIRST: In meetings at work, I frequently find that people will do presentations using either papers or slides projected on the wall, and this often seems to be referred to as ‘talking to the paper’ or ‘talking to the presentation’. My natural instinct in such a sentence would be to use the word ‘about’.

I only ever hear this in a work context, so it might well be one of those buzz-word type things, but I find it kind of odd, as it suggests someone is, literally, talking to some bits of paper or Powerpoint images projected on a wall. Then again, it does have a faintly Middle English ring about it, like something out of Gawain And The Green Knight, I guess.

“He didde talke to his presentationne, and didde Powerpoint use”, as Chaucer wrote in The Project Manager’s Tale.

THING THE SECOND: I’ve recently started using a new pen, and I rather like it. It’s a Pilot VPen, and is a strange mix between a fountain pen (it has a nib) and a gel pen (the ink flows smoothly).

It gives a slightly scratchy interaction with the paper, which I actually find slightly satisfying as it proves to me that yes, I actually am writing, but without the hassles of changing the cartridge or carrying round a bottle of ink… but, yes, there’s a but. I’m not any kind of scientist, but as the pen is disposable and has loads of working parts, surely it’s a nightmare in environmental terms? Can anyone advise?

Or, to put it another way, can anyone talk to this post?

More Blatant Than Latent

Fragrances, like many other items, often have to sell themselves on the implied suggestion that they’ll make you more sexy.

However, some items I’ve seen recently seem to have forgotten that the sexual undercurrent, like the scent itself, is probably more effective when it’s subtle and yet somehow discernable.

You’re probably wondering: What the jiggins is Soanes on about now? Where’s his evidence? Well…

Say the name of this one out loud:

That’s not a fragrance, that’s a blatant sexual offer, surely.

And speaking of blatant –

– come on, that can’t be accidental. He wants to be careful not to catch himself on that ring, though.

If this post has offended you, please bear in mind it’s the perfume makers who are to blame – they started it. And if the filth quotient of the above is lost on you… well, bless your innocence, it’s a rare and precious thing in a bitter and jaded world.

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