I'm not dead yet

Hey Methadone junkies! 

Just stopping by too let you all know that I haven't died from a heroin overdose (jeeze! that's all you guys think about!).

I've a confession to make, there is a series of books that I have been meaning to get to but never seem to find the time. It's a little embarrasing to say this but up until a few weeks ago, I had never read any Pratchett. It's time to fix that, so I've been grinding through some of his books to write reviews on, specifically The Discworld Series.
Now as of last count there are 40 books in the series, so I won't be waiting until then. I figured I could give a quick rundown every five books or so.

This is my way of waiting until Christopher Moore releases his next book.


I shall leave you with a picture of the Great A'tuin (genus Chelys Galactica) being ridden by the four great elephants Berilia, Tubul, Great T'Phon and Jerakeen, circled by the small discworld sun and moon

Monday Meme III

Dearest Methadone Clinic Patrons,

Here's to hoping that today's post doesn't lead you to fall off the wagon. Stay strong, or you know... At least try to stay awake for Monday Meme:
Confession Bear

Artist profile: Virgil Finlay

Dearest Dope fiends,

I just got my copy of Cold Days (Book 14 of the Dresden files) by Jim Butcher, and am diligently working through it. In the meantime I thought I would share a comic book artist with you that I have loved.

Virgil Finlay

Virgil Finlay (July 23, 1914 – January 18, 1971) was an American pulp fantasy, science fiction and horror illustrator. Finlay specialized in, and became famous for, detailed pen-and-ink drawings accomplished with abundant stippling, cross-hatching, and scratchboard techniques. Despite the very labor-intensive and time-consuming nature of his specialty, Finlay created more than 2600 works of graphic art in his 35-year career.

A few of my favorites to share with you:

Caption:  Abruptly the mesh cloth which was the dancer's only garment seemed to crawl over her body...

this is an illustration from H.G. Wells Time Machine That thing carrying the girl whose chest-icles are about to fall out... yea, that's a Morlock

I would seriously get this next one as a tattoo...