Maximum Justice
As one of my major projects of 2008 is very pulp influenced (maybe entangled is a better word to describe what I’m up to) this is all kinds of awesome:
As one of my major projects of 2008 is very pulp influenced (maybe entangled is a better word to describe what I’m up to) this is all kinds of awesome:
Their appearance here at the same as the army attack was one more of the many coincidences which some readers of my biographer’s novels have found incredible. These people do not not know that some men are not only endowed with “animal magnetism,” but some men also have what I call a “human magnetic moment.” That is, some men, of whom I am one, are the focus of unusual events, of mathematically unlikely coincidences. They radiate something - a quantity, a “field,” which pulls events together. The field slightly distorts, or warps, the semifluid structure of occurrences, of space objects intertwined with the time flow.
Lord Grandrith, Apeman of the Jungle, explains the coincidental nature of events in the lives of men like himself and Doc Caliban in A Feast Unknown by Philip Jose Farmer.
This relates to everything:
“We have to change the negative things into positive. In today’s Japanese film industry we always say we don’t have enough budget, that people don’t go to see the films. But we can think of it in a positive way, meaning that if audiences don’t go to the cinema we can make any movie we want. After all, no matter what kind of movie you make it’s never a hit, so we can make a really bold, daring movie. There are many talented actors and crew, but many Japanese movies aren’t interesting. Many films are made with the image of what a Japanese film should be like. Some films venture outside those expectations a little bit, but I feel we should break them.”
I stole it from Ben who grabbed it from Warren. It struck me as a huge idea when I first read it and then prompltly forgot all about it because I’m an idiot. For me and a few others, Ben probably included, it’s a nice manifesto for 2008.
I met Ben this weekend by the way. He crashed here on Saturday and brought a large amount of alcohol and cool books with him. Took far too long for this to happen, especially as if we’ve been in touch now via email for around 2 years.
Meeting people like Ben, Corran and all the other good friends I now have who started off as nothing but screen names is the reason I’ll continue blogging (despite my recent lapse). It’s also why I’ll always fall in love with new apps like Twitter that act as friend generators.
Facebook, on the other hand, can still fuck right off…

I thought I was bulletproof or Superman there for a while. I thought I’d never run out of nerve. Never.