I had the surprising honour of seeing Dadd's Fairy Feller's Master Stroke (from the cover of this book) in the Tate Britain. Just turned a corner and it was just *there* on the wall, tiny and detailed. An otherworldy marvel with strange faces crammed into every available Open Source.

I'm so sorry. Chronic pain solidarity ✊️

Oof! I know that one. Good luck, don't burn yourself out.

Veruca Salt: The price you pay for bringing up my unique name as a negative is... I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here.

Exactly!

This video made me realise that modern films make me feel like my brain is covered in engine oil, so not only does my mind just side off them, they make me feel like I need a shower.

Loved the section about how film encourages the eyes to double as virtual touch-organs.

Let's see where the twist flops.

I love how they mash up some of the dialogue in that book and Red Harvest to create their own faux-20s slang.

'What's the rumpus?'

I feel you may be missing valuable context.

I can't remember anything about that movie, specifically that scene or why she is making that face

Make good use of this image i guess.

This looks amazing. I'd love to get my hands on a copy

One that he was karmically ill-equipped for?