Too hot to write. Somebody turn the heating off in the big blue room, please? And dim the light while you’re at it. Mister Miracle tomorrow if I don’t boil to death in my own sweat.
Colin Smith on the covers to several Flashpoint titles. “No conventionally conscientious and competent artist could produce work such as this, because it’d be obvious that they were mocking the audience, that they were deliberately moronisising their work in a desperate attempt to attract a rump of readers with the most incestuously-peculiar of tastes. But Mr Syaf ‘s work seems almost to suggest that of a man who draws like this all the time, even when he’s not managing to convince DC to pay him for covers such as these. On the back of bus tickets found in his jacket pockets, we might imagine, should our entirely-imaginary Mr Syaf ever actually leave the house, are drawings of tiny little bundles of lycra-covered muscles lovingly detailed with hatching, cross-hatching and yet unnamed species of hyper-hatching operating down to the quantum level.”
Plok offers another alternative 52 DC titles, all of which I would buy.
The Aporetic on Why Libertarians Love Slavery.
The brain is not made of soup, according to Neuroskeptic.
Gavin B on Gene Colan
Low-quality, spammy Kindle books are not a problem.
Millennium on Lords reform and the space race.
Low calorie, low-carb diets can reverse type two diabetes.
Chris Dillow on how Harold Shipman was typically middle-class.
Rats that are addicted to drugs stop using them if given sufficient stimulation in their environment.
Also, I don’t know if I ever got round to mentioning it, but Teatime Brutality is back, now on Tumblr.