Imagine if Peaches, Princess Superstar, Justin Timberlake, Beck circa Midnite Vultures, Gonzales, Ron Jeremy and the Beastie Boys circa Licensed To Ill had an orgy, and a child was born as result. That child has now come back from the future to save us all.

You've just imagined Har Mar Superstar, and I can barely begin to express how good he is.

The Greatest Photograph Of All Time: A Correction

The young man on the left (your left) is Nelson Evergreen, comics rock god. The young lady etched in wood on the right is Jenny Everywhere, comics pop star.



Here's what the man like Nelson had to say about this:

I just got some photos back from a trip to Prague last November, and here's me in what can only be described as a 'jazz bar'. The absinthe had recently kicked in...and I was thinking "jenny everywhere's everywhere, right...? so..... if she's everywhere.... she should be here... on the wall..... this wall...... hang on.... there..... someone take a photo, I bet this looks well smart...."

"It is quite a burden waking up one morning at age 24 and being told you are one of the best young novelists in Britain..."

Yeah, I bet it's a *complete nightmare*. If you're not tripping over gargantuan piles of lovely, lovely money on your way to the fridge, you're beating off the North London bluestockings with a stick every time you pop out to the shops.

In all seriousness, though: congratulations, you unspeakably lucky bastard.

The Greatest Photograph of All Time



Probably still won't be getting the new album though.

A secret: that line toward the end of Neuromancer, “He never saw Molly again,” forever sundering Case from the razorgirl, was added very last thing, in a deliberate attempt to prevent myself from ever writing a sequel. And was, I think, a well-intentioned but ultimately pointless gesture, because I must have somehow been under the false assumption, then, that Neuromancer was a slab.

William Gibson has a blog. Discussion board attached which it appears he reads - I can see myself getting sucked into that... Quite satisfied to learn that when writing 'Neuromancer' his drug of choice was lager - of course, of course. Gibson seems to combine the ability to take the piss out of himself with an awareness of his own position as cult/'important' writer, which is a strange mix to read - not as cloyingly disingenuous as Gaiman, but not a self-venerating smug git, either.

Can't wait for new novel. A present-day setting is what he's been working towards for years, I can't help but think. And what the world has been moving towards, too (get me...).

The post-Cyberpunk prototype has become a quasi-political enforcer of itself!

Insta sentence generator for the obnoxiously hip - it's genuine class.