Badly designed author websites make religious icons weep blood. True story. Especially when all content -- text and images alike -- runs in a centered strip down the middle.
Rather than fuel weird freefall feelings, I'm firing information at my brain and seeing what sticks. In between writing projects is another kind of freefall; with the "Future" piece done and submitted, I'm running, running, running toward the next idea.
Octopus suckers implanted in human arm. Probably not safe for those for whom The Body is a Sacred Temple. [Via]
Vintage Automaton on eBay, circa 1915. First thought upon seeing this? Jesus was a scary puppet-man. [Via]
Wikipedia entry for Fletcher Hanks, recently popularized Golden Age comic book creator:
"Little is known of Hanks's life outside comics; the main source is an interview with Fletcher Hanks Junior, conducted by Paul Karasik for I Shall Destroy All The Civilized Planets. According to his son, Hanks was an abusive father and spouse, as well as being an alcoholic. Hanks earned some income by drawing murals in the homes of the rich. Hanks abandoned his family around 1930. He died sometime around 1970 and his frozen body was found by police on a park bench in New York City."
Trixie Bedlam gives us options.
And, you know, from all of that, the first dribble of a story just showed up in my head.