OK folks, this is a book review. Context 1: Me Back in the mid-1970s one of my mother’s boyfriends took me to a rundown cinema and introduced me to the joy of Godzilla. Later he disappeared from my life, but Godzilla never did. I loved the concept of some giant monster stomping across the horizon. It is a passion that I have carried with me through the various incarnations of
When I look in the mirror I can plainly see the impact that life has had upon me. I’m a little flabby and worn around the edges. A few more wrinkles, especially around the eyes and forehead. Signs of bags under the eyes. No, no – don’t take that vision of perfection at the top of this post as gospel. I am not as gorgeous in reality as that picture
I was sick today and spent most of it on a sofa either spluttering or snoozing. However this afternoon my 10 year old daughter was telling me how she was learning the origins of the names for the days of the week. Obviously only the English versions. She wanted my help. So sick or not I decided to help her. Me being me, I helped by making a PowerPoint presentation
So I’ve told you that I intend to write a short story for an anthology and that this is set in a cemetery where the gravestones whisper to a sorcerer-like character called Verdant. Also that the cemetery is situated just before his home. You also know that the last story I wrote was done so in a Lovecraftian style. Well, I’ve spent the past few days trying to make some
In my last post I mentioned that I was working on a picture of my character Pari Azar. As is normally the case I was experimenting with a few new things. The first two were a couple of plant models from www.xfrog.com. One was a Chestnut and the other a Giant Sea Fan. The second thing was a Grass Shader for DAZ Studio that promised a real sense of grass
