(The pigphone was the logo for a flat party we had in… 2001? It was a great logo of a phone that looked like a pig. I can’t find a digital version but my paper records are extensive, so hopefully it will be found.)
London Review of Books reviews a book about the rise of creative writing programmes, and there is much thunder and lightning
From Dylan: the Edward Gorey house
Gator found Jim’s Pancakes – pancake art!
Male ensemble does Gaga:
Sesame Street madness. Beth found the Monsterpiece Theatre Twin Peaks parody, which I’d never actually seen:
And their recent riff on Tru Blood has been doing the rounds as well:
Dark Patterns: things on the web that are designed to trick you
The most powerful colours in the world
And finally… a complete rap album inspired by the West Coast Avengers, the lesser-known laid-back late-80s/early-90s alternative to the mainstream Avengers. Even Darkhawk gets a track.
In more disturbing-but-really-quite-inevitable news, FreakyTrigger’s Popular column have reached Jive Bunny’s ‘Swing the Mood’
http://freakytrigger.co.uk/popular/2010/09/jive-bunny-and-the-mastermixers-swing-the-mood/#more-19727
1989 in pop. Brrr.
That article on creative writing courses is brilliant in its bile.
oh cookie monster. you had me at “to have and have not.”
Ah, Pig-phone. Or was it Phone-Pig? Was it hyphenated (I believe Ms Judge says “if in doubt, hyphenate”… but I could be wrong)?
I remember the image. Was there a poem (or rhyme of some sort) that went with it? Maybe pig themed?
Also – connect 4! 4 comments in a row. Sorry, been busy, only visited after a week away and had lots ot say.
The verse was something like:
“Life is divine
But not for swine
Except the pigphone”
Hee hee. Pigphone!
Yeah, that rings true. I do remember it being only a few lines, and ending with something like “except the pigphone”.
Possibly one of the more ridiculous parties we did. Unless we did one for Quicy Jones, the Quince we bought and drew sunglasses on. Or the Survivor Party. Or the Jon Ball.
We had some good parties.
How about the time we all got up at 2am on a weeknight and threw a watermelon off the roof?