gambling for happiness
I’m seriously thinking about putting a few tenners on Bush for the presidency.
Then if JK wins, I’m happy enough to not mind being quids down. If Bush wins, well, I get some beer money. Can’t fail.
daemon dressing
Rosy pointed out the obvious fancy dress concept for me given some random party this weekend: none other than top freelance exorcist John Constantine (right).
Whack on a red tie, adopt crude mockney accent and BOB’s your daughter’s killer.
As P informed me last week the fantastic series is soon to be brutally americanized with, of all people, Keanu Reeves. Actually I quite like the logo bit with the wings and the horns and the letter C, nice literal interpretation there.
07-Oct-04 at 4:50 pm | Permalink
I first saw him in “Shade: The Changing Man” drawn by Chris Bachalo, who you’ll notice has no interest in making him look like Sting. Although I’ll concede this incarnation is a tad too effete to suit Bell.
07-Oct-04 at 9:53 pm | Permalink
Graaaaaaangggggggg!
We don’t talk about the Constantine film.
Even if it’s fantastic, it will still make me want to weep in utter annoyance.
Way to alienate the potential Hellblazer-reading audience, you film-making shitbags.
They should have just made it a completely different concept, with no mention of John Constantine, as the whole thing is so far removed from all the stuff that makes Hellblazer neato.
Neo Thodore Constantine: ‘Whoa! Hell, and, like, stuff…dude…’
07-Oct-04 at 10:08 pm | Permalink
Incidentally, Ayronn, won’t most people at a Hallow’een party just think you’re dressed as a dirty old man if you go as John Constantine?
You should go as Swamp Thing. Or, even better! Go as Giant-Sized Man-Thing. Featuring Howard the duck.
08-Oct-04 at 10:55 am | Permalink
It’s not Hallowe’en, it’s Sci-Fi, which led to much confusion as to what passes for sci-fi in this day and age. In my mind, if you don’t have antennae, whether coathangers or space bug, you’re not sci fi. According to Wikipedia different denominations of sci fi have been identified so that it’s not such a blanket term covering everything from Klaatu to Mr Ed. But the host set the precendent by announcing he was dressing as the Crow, so it’s like, geek out. And it would take more than a scruffy trenchcoat to make a dirty old man of Bell, in more than spirit anyway.
08-Oct-04 at 11:41 am | Permalink
> dirty old man
I think the consensus is that the attending peeps will actually be familiar with the blonde one. As opposed to the “sorry, John who?”
If the party is rubbish though I can go and stand rubbing myself in front of homelesses with my big dirty coat wrapped around me and a vacant stare.
11-Oct-04 at 10:36 pm | Permalink
> If the party is rubbish though I can go and stand rubbing myself in front of homelesses with my big dirty coat wrapped around me and a vacant stare.
I’m wet… No, really.
12-Oct-04 at 11:36 am | Permalink
ewww.
12-Oct-04 at 1:47 pm | Permalink
Fear not, it’s just the leaky roof in his filthy student accommodation.