Frank Frazetta, RIP (via Boing Boing)
I’m not big on the DMCA and copyright claims in general; but I don’t like people making money off of me or my work without saying “Thanks to Kevin, here it is” unless of course I sign something that says they don’t have to attibute me for the work. Students for Bhopal and the rest of you, you didn’t ask for permission to use “Dead Peasant Insurance” and I want credit for my work!
I find it all over the place, sometimes in the Street. Sometimes at Church.
Sometimes it’s in the book I’m reading.
Sometimes I’m hit with it when I’m just idling at a stop light.
Sometimes, like last night; I’m hit with it by the cruel randomness of the world; I composed a short one-person show about the nature of “God’s Wrath against Natives and the French”
Then there were Tornadoes in West Virginia.
That God guy hates people, I tell ya.
So I was inspired to create the image that accompanies this post by an article on cursing. Which amuses me (cursing, not the image)
While some may think that I am somewhat loose-tongued I think that I restrain myself a great deal more than is necessary. Which I think might say more about the strange thoughts that swirl in my skull and less about the people who (probably rightly) sigh when my mouth opens and I have “that look in my eye.”
In another life I am a Comic, A Priest, A Poet, A Writer and possibly a Prophet.
Here I am only a Prophet.
I predict Rain.