Monday, July 31, 2006

Hey, Trendy Boy!

Yeah, I'm talking to you.
You, who, while the planet is ablaze, your only concern is to download your "Lost" episodes and whether the new "Superman" scored high enough in your hip-o-meter.
I hate you.
Actually, I don't.
I envy you.
I wish I was like that, safe in a sweet pink bubble of little nothings.
There is a war going on, you know.It has been going on for most of the last century, flickering on and off in distant countries where the people are so miserable they must look to you like Klingons or something.
To make a long story short, they are miserable so that you can be happy.
Are you to blame for this? Well, my nerd friend, here is where you and I are alike: we are to blame by doing nothing about it.And here is where I am worse than you, because I should and I don't.I am mostly pretty words, comfy in my free press and my micrsoft windows telling people what is "right" and what is "wrong".Having the luxury of time while searching for a new moral compass to guide me through a new landscape, while the simple truth is that merely by inaction we both allow the circumstances to grow to the point that we won't have the benefit of dilemmas.
We will be forced to take arms, your sweet bubble will burst, my cherished safety will crumble, you might become a hero because you don't know any better than to obey orders and go with the norm, and I might be lebelled a coward because I won't die so that a few can become super rich.
But your sweet bubble will burst.And the irony is that all this war, (a class war above all) is taking place so that you can retain that same bubble intact.
Stop me when I start sounding like an old fart.
Oh, all right...sorry...

Wednesday, July 26, 2006


Monday, July 24, 2006

This is Information

This is from Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie's excellent comic "This is Information" (it was created for a 9/11 comic collection).

This is from today's newspapers.

One cannot miss the irony that this is perhaps the only Alan Moore work that was so faithfully translated in another medium.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Ummm...sorry, no pics of dead children and ruined houses here.No close ups on tearful eyes with a big "why" in their pupils.No amputated civilians, no "little Tsariya" or something looking for her parents among the remains of their village.If you are into that kind of thing, just pick a blog at random, chances are it will be full of such images.
No,sir.This is a place for jokes.Which means you are in the appropriate place.This whole situation is about a joke of a nation attacking a joke of a militant organization, using a joke of an excuse, ignoring a joke of an interference by a joke of a U.N.
So grab a beer and make yourself comfy while we wait to see who will have the last laugh.Weren't that your plans for the rest of your life anyway?

Monday, July 17, 2006

Think Tanks

Monday, July 10, 2006

Have a cigar

Every time I publish something, I become a father.No,it's not how I feel, the similarities are far too many: It all starts with the "pre-birth" anxiety: will the baby be delivered all right?Will some clumsy doctor/printer do something in the process that will scar the infant for life?
Then you have the social obligations: inform distant relatives and acquaintences of the "happy event": press releases, signings,posts in forums, the works.
And then there is the constant care the newborn needs:Frequent visits to the bookstores (preferably in the company of a huge, scarred guy named "Vitto") to make sure it is in stock.Frequent phones to the publisher to make sure he still hasn't left country for some obscure offshore tax haven.
And finally the unavoidable process of losing all your friends, as, one after another, they all become sick of hearing you obsessing about "how cute the little devil is" and what new extraordinary accomplishment it performed this day.("hey...a guy was reading it in a bus and laughing all by himself...can you believe that?").
Sick of it already? Τοugh luck: Ι have two more coming in September!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

I, Robot

Storms and rainfall in the middle of the summer.In Greece.No matter how certain "analysts" try to argue that all this climate peculiarities we experience first hand are "not uncommon through history" or even "not unusual at all" (how much money do you have to receive to risk sounding like an idiot to anyone with half a brain?), the fact is the climate is changing."For the worse" the ecologists say.Maybe-for the homo sapiens species.But what kind of planet needs this polluting weakling anyway?Let him become obsolete for all we (God-like-minded-sentient-beings) care.Or better still-if the homo is as smart as he things he is, let him bring about his replacement: bring in the Cyborgs :-)

(ok-maybe I made my coffee too strong today).