Well, black and white is my absolute favourite colour combination, but the real reason is because I love Alice in Wonderland.
No I do not mean the Disney film, or the other one, or the Jan Svankmajer one or that other one with Martin Short as the hatter which is awesome and not enough people have seen or ANY of those. I mean the books. I love the books. I really really love the books and the language and illustrations and gosh, just the IDEAS in those stories. They were a huge part of my life as a child and they continue to inspire and affect me today, both as a person and as a story writer.
So, yes, that’s why. I also like Madness and a lot of Scar music too, and obviously I’m a sucker for the 1960’s and Op Art, so having those associations as a bonus is pretty neat.
Ironically I’ve never played checkers. I can play chess though (badly).
Goodness yes, anon, of course I do. It’s very important that I do feel sad from time to time. There are times that I feel very sad, and sometimes I even feel very very sad, or even sadder than that. I get all wobbly and insecure on an almost daily basis, sometimes hourly, if it’s a bad day. I have crippling doubts and morbid daydreams and dreams that I suppose most would consider nightmares, only I find them more interesting than disturbing in retrospect. I’m in a constant state of flux between hating myself and my work and loving everyone and everything in the universe, but that’s how I am and always have been. It’s a bit like being on a pogo stick.
The thing is when you hit the ground on a pogo stick there’s that wonderful bit of spring underneath that’ll shove you back up into the air afterwards. Yes, it can get squashed all the way down, and sometimes you hurt your knees if you hit the ground too fast, but the more it gets squashed the bigger the push it gives you afterwards. That’s why you’re all so important to me- why anyone, in this world, is important. You’re there when people need to be pushed back up into the air- and it can be hard, very hard, being squashed, hearing all those negative things, and sometimes you don’t even know that’s what’s happening to them and to you- but if you weren’t there they would just plough straight into the ground and never get back out again. Springs can be made of kind words, good pieces of art, music, someone laughing at a joke that you made, but didn’t expect anyone to laugh at. Some of the best springs are the ones that are always there, regardless of whether you’re going up or down.
So yes I do feel sad, but not always, and if I didn’t feel sad I wouldn’t be able to be funny or positive. Not really. I wouldn’t be able to understand what funny is. I’ve always found that the people with the worst sense of humour are the people who’ve never been miserable; how can you know how precious and amazing food is unless you’ve starved? How can you fly if you’ve never fallen? How can you laugh if you’ve never cried?
Dawwww, shucks.
YOU ARE ALL ADORABLE AND I LOVE YOU and yeah get the heck off anon so I can high-five you bros, come on I know I’m British but I’m not evil.
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Okay, not very evil.
Well I mean the two basically are the same thing ANYWAY YEAH YOU’RE ALL AWESOME. KEEP DOING THAT. LOVE YOU. NOW GO TELL MORE PEOPLE ABOUT SPG. BAHAHA.
Well, hypothetically, if this were the case, I would recommend not trying.
By this I do not mean ‘omg no go away how dare you try to be my friend grrrrr blargh urgh’, I mean that trying is too much. I’m happy to be friends with anyone who wants to know me, and as far as I’m concerned, if I know you, you’re my friend by default. Don’t try to impress me, don’t hound every step I take, don’t bay unto the moon and conduct secret rituals and wail into the South Western wind in the dead of night- just be you. Say hello. Give me a hug.
Of course, this is all entirely hypothetical.