Since last i've posted...ive endured 512 pages of "bestseller" torture (oh, the sad sad SAD tastes of the general public!) and, have been inhaling/ handling far too many toxic chemicals....(petroleum distillates must somehow be less threatening when they are odorless am i right?)
i wont speak too much about my new colorful little brain-to-hand-paper vomits,because i am still very much in "OMG im making a mess, i dont know what the FRACK im doing but i love it WOOHOO!"mode so, slight peekage will suffice for now. i do have some plans brewing for this new mixed media venture...and in my head at least, the results appear to be fabulous
Now...onward to my pointless, odious mini-rant on "The Gargoyle" by Andrew Davidson. Good Lord, What exactly *is* is the demographic for this sort of genre? oh, thats right...sweater-set wearing, sexually dissatisfied housewife/soccer mommas. Only they could appreciate a premise as obnoxious as a tortured ex male-porn star who learns to LOVE a "mysterious" pseudo-sheherezadian stranger with tacky religious tattoos. Ohhhhh spare me. i would be much more beguiled by a 4 eyed midget wearing cowboy boots walking a cricket on a leash. I should write a novel...i can see the cover letter now...Dear Walmart,sell my crap to the hoardes...i wanna make my millions!
Thankfully, i have picked up a couple of new books which will hopefully spare me any further mental trauma . *pats paperbacks lovingly*.
Ok...off i go to return to sniffing toxins and getting pastel in questionable places.