Hello everyone! I'm very sorry about my long abscence - what can I say? I've been crying, lovelorn and lost, in my room over the delayed Australian release of Watchmen and haven't had the heart to come onto the interwebs. I may also have been on holiday without access to a phoneline - but explanation 1 is more fun, no?
WHAT HAVE I MISSED?! I have been slowly working my way through The Rorschach KinkMeme *presses close to bosom* my bookmarks this morning, but while that provides page upon page of delicious smut random text it has, alas, no real news - what are you all up to? Aside from sending me
links to beautiful beautiful things (OH.MY.SOUL., Pieces, you are a star!)
Anywho, in a ridiculously delayed reaction to a very protracted and hilarious conversation with
suburbannoir,
piecesofalice and
lizbee, I do hereby present you with some horribly mangled images (my only excuse is: laptop touchpad, people, and cold fingers) chronicling a typical day in the life of our favourite hairy scribe...
One fine day in the park, hanging with his feathery pals, just minding his own business...
...feeding them sparkling scraps of sweet and nuttily delicious pure imagination...
...Alan Moore, the world's most randomly unlucky man, think he hears the Sound of Wings...
HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH HALLELUJAH!
Fuck You Visionary Director Zach Snyder is in your hair, messin' it up, and jiggin' all over your soul...
...but, dahmn, if he ain't just adorable.
Wow, Alan Moore, your life really does suck. Sorry. Much love, your devoted fan, Lethe.
p.s. Aaaand here's a close up (again, please to be forgiving of my ffff-awesome animation skills)
Cells - Instrumental - The Servant WARNING: IMAGE HEAVY. DEAR VIEWERS STILL HAVING TROUBLE WITH THEIR TPG SERVER ARE ADVISED TO PERHAPS SKIP THIS.