Fine. I’ll raise you one Buster Keaton, George Herriman, and Neil Himself in the style of Krazy Kat.
I’m already regretting this…
I think that I am much too comfortable seeing myself as Krazy Kat. Which probably means that Amanda is Ignatz Mouse. And that the internet is Offica Pupp. Or something.
Spent the weekend at Castle Gaiman relaxing gloriously and working on a Top Sekret art project. This is not the Top Sekret art project; this is Neil on a trampoline.
Use it wisely.
I did not know I was being sneakily filmed. It was early in the morning and I was trying to wake myself up….
Never not reblogging Neil Gaiman on a trampoline.
Oh, dear God.
I was relieved when Stephen Fry and I drew with 50% of the Anglophenia vote each. There, I thought. That’s the way to do it. Honour is satisfied, and I do not have to apologise to anyone, or worry or ever think about this thing again.
I think people in BBC America are having too much fun with this contest.
ALAN FUCKING RICKMAN?
Neil Gaiman famously posted on his Tumblr that he didn’t stand a chance against Stephen Fry in their Round 1 battle. But the novelist triumphed over his “national treasure” opponent – by ONE vote. (There were more lead changes in this matchup than in Bush/Gore.) This could be a case of “out of the frying pan and into the fire,” as Gaiman now faces last year’s champion Alan Rickman (who beat Gary Oldman in Round 1).
Oh ye of little faith Neil.
Love you too Alan but you’ve already won it once COME ON CHAPS WE CAN DO THIS.