Neglective parent

January 12th, 2014


I’m currently reading a book of interviews with a (dead) famous Dutch cartoonist. These interviews were taken a few years before his death and they don’t make for joyful reading. The artist, though much loved by the public, didn’t feel he got enough respect from the cultural establishment.

When I read that I was again quite glad I mostly write for my own amusement – but then, for the first time in my life, I looked at my writing life through a slightly different prism:

In a way, I am a horrible, neglective parent. All the books, short stories and poems I have written – those children, if you like: I’ve never done anything for them, or with them.

I conceived them, spent time dressing them up the best I could and then I didn’t even bother to send them out in the world.

Oh well, don’t expect me to change much. I don’t think you will see me hunting for publishers and/or agents any time soon but yeah, I will admit I’m probably not deserving of these many children.

So it’s a good thing they sleep in digital files and on scraps of paper and that I, when I am out on one of my walks, don’t run the chance to run into one of them – and end up like Oedipus’s dad.



January 11th, 2014


Amanda Rules…!

January 10th, 2014

Meet the New Boss…

January 8th, 2014


Same as the Old Bush…:

Happiness is warm foetus (packing heat)

December 29th, 2013


Damn, I missed that one! Best rabid Republican quote of 2013 goes to Texas Congressman Steve Stockman:

“If babies had guns they wouldn’t be aborted.”

The Quick and the Dead

December 28th, 2013

Still Life with Death & Teapot

December 25th, 2013


Glitter & Doom (a Christmas short)

December 23rd, 2013


“There is always room for improvement,” the angel said.

“Right,” the rabbit said; “If you say so.”

“I do,” the angel said; “I do say so.”

“Rrriiiight…” the rabbit said, scratching its ear.

“Wouldn’t you rather escape from that cage?” the angel asked.

“I don’t know,” the rabbit said; “There’s water here, and straw, and about half a carrot left. I’m cool.”

Wouldn’t you rather escape from that cage??!!” the angel repeated – and then it clicked its fingers.

The cage disappeared.

“Where’s my carrot?” the rabbit complained.

“There’s no pleasing some people,” the angel said and then it closed its eyes, thinking of mangers, and wise men and stuff.

The rabbit went looking for its carrot – and then it forgot about the carrot; and then…

“Oy!” the angel shouted; “Don’t do that, you stupid…!”

Too late: the rabbit had bitten down on the electric cable that led from the wall socket to the tree.

The rabbit and the angel screamed.

The rabbit stopped screaming pretty damn fast but went on smouldering. Bits of brightly burning fur slowly floated up and then settled down on the branches of the tree.

The angel went on screaming for a good bit longer, till the flames reached the top of the Christmas tree, where it sat perilously perched, with bulging, smoke-filled eyes.

Then the angel suddenly stopped screaming too.

Which was indeed an improvement.


Gaiman & Tan (& style – under duress…)

July 26th, 2013



This Quote Of The Day from an old interview piece in The Guardian, with Neil Gaiman & Shaun Tan talking about, amongst other things, the actual act of writing.

Here’s ST speaking:

“A lot of people think of style or personality in terms of things you do often, but it’s not really. It’s what you do under duress, or outside of yourself.”

(Or, in a way: I’m not gonna live my life on one side of an ampersand…)

Here’s how to save NASA billions of dollars…

July 26th, 2013



and put paid to the spectre of overpopulation and world hunger – by bringing all the stars in the universe and all of their planets within close & easy reach.

Indeed, vacuum cleaners!!!



Well, duh…!

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