No, this Vancouver talent is worth revisiting just to see again. Nifty work. Great photography.
No, this Vancouver talent is worth revisiting just to see again. Nifty work. Great photography.
According to a letter printed in Fortean Times 350 (February 2017): “… the scientists/physicists at CERN are preparing to open wormholes connecting dimensions in the Universe despite pleas form Christian evangelicals who warn that this will release demonic entities into our world since Satan commands the Second Heaven.”
A month later FT 351 shows us the remains of a stone dead stone marten killed at CERN; said remains now being displayed at the Natural History Museum of Rotterdam. Evidently this marten sacrificed himself in November 20 of last year. The previous April another marten did a ditto.
Fortean analysis suggests CERN is under assault from evangelicals using marten mercenaries in an effort to prevent the Big Nasty popping through CERN’s dimensional portholes and thereby instigating End Times. This thus far not working they elected a twittery twat to end the world on their terms.
Contacted pHantaBlog occasional reader living in vicinity of Geneva for comment. Got this back:
Locally the “stone martin” or “beach martin” is called a fouine. We have had trouble with fouines crawling into our car engines and eating electrical cables and brake lines. To the best of my knowledge they didn’t know that we worked at …, although it’s true that if they understand diplomatic plate numbering schemes that they could have figured it out.
The fouine on display at the museum in Rotterdam is one of two that were fried in CERN LHC-related electrical power stations over the past couple of years or so. There was also an incident of a bird (apparently a bird) dropping the remnant stub of a baguette into transformer in a place that was only accessible from above.
But I don’t actually believe that the local fauna is rising up against CERN. More likely they’re rising up against the large number of mega department blocks being built to feed the insatiable demand for housing around Geneva.
“Insatiable demand for housing around Geneva.” Sure that shouldn’t read Vancouver?
Well, it worked last time up, so let’s try another …
Haven’t watched anything on Fox, not even football, for decades. Still this really is Psycho. Which is also the name of a Phantacea Mythos character, albeit as a brain in a box, last seen in “Nuclear Dragons“.
Having, thanks to his sister, Aranyani Nightingale, who first appeared nearly forty years ago in Phantacea 1 (September 1977, see back cover shot of Aran and a few others as drawn by Dave Sim way back then) avoided becoming a light snack, he’ll be back in quest of the rest of his body whenever “Destination Damnation” gets published.
“Hidden Headgames” will come out before it, though, later in year.
Seems there isn’t a handy shot of Psycho Saul Ryne from the PHANTACEA comic book series readily available. Remind with a comment below and there soon will be.
Lower insert taken from pHantacea on pHacebook using the embed feature. Something of an announcement to note herein. More once “Hidden Headgames” gets nearer to its release date.
In the meantime have another graphic ==> and a different set of lynx connecting the one below.
Something like it will certainly make it to “Hidden Headgames”, however.
Kind of nifty. Like the three eyes. Not so sure about the cat’s head, though there is a Cathead in the Phantacea Mythos, hence why it’s on pHantaBlog.
Goes by the Illuminary given name of Cathune Bubastis. She’s the Apocalyptic of Drought and, yes, she does have three eyes. She’s also the brood sister of Pyrame Silverstar and the devil child Tralalorn, who might actually be a self-determinedly never-aging demon child.
Fiend’s a story sequence originally written to lead into “The War of the Apocalyptics“.
It’s one of the three now interlinked ‘preludes’ or extended vignettes that conspired to form “Hidden Headgames”. In its case that’s mostly because it got tired hunkering down inside PHANTACEA computers with nowhere else to go since the early 90s.
BTW, the other two sequences are “Pyrame’s Progress” and “Acquiring Nihila”. The latter’s titular character appeared throughout “Goddess Gambit“. Plus, somewhat less pivotally, showed up ‘bigly’ in “Helios on the Moon“.
The titular character in the former mainly features in “Feeling Theocidal“, where Tralalorn also struts her stuff. And her Chimera. Pyrame also has fairly significant roles in both “The Death’s Head Hellion” and “Contagion Collectors“.
Headgames is coming in late Spring, early Summer 2017 from Phantacea Publications.
Not sure how well this will work if you’re not also on Facebook, but hit the play button and see for yourself. If it doesn’t click into psychedelic action immediately, the ‘https’ link beneath image should get you to the ‘woo’ animation.
In case you missed it yesterday on pHantaJim‘s pHacebook page …
January 12, 2017
Maximon Mask (1) thought it was too cold outside to come off the wall and go for a walk to Jericho Beach on New Years Day, so went bare-faced by myself. He was right about the cold, and the road-ice made for treacherous footing, but I made it down there in the early afternoon.
I don’t do polar bear swims but someone else did (2).
Was old pal Herb Mire (3) shivering under his blanket of snow.
Might have been; still looked like he was stalking someone. Or was it something? Ducks on the frozen pond? A coyote in the underbrush trough, perhaps?
A week later a one-day rainstorm washed away a lot of the snow and melted most of the ice. The cold came back the next day, though, and shows no sign of leaving any time soon.
So I went down to Kits Point to see if the teleportal (4) to Naxos, in the Cyclades, was working yet. It wasn’t. Weird how it never is whenever I try it.
No one was swimming in Kits Pool (5). Mind you, no one was skating on it, either. Mountains looked nice (6).
Mexico, here I come!
NOTE 1: More on Maximon can be found on Jim McPherson’s Travels page: El Retorno del Maximon;
NOTE 2: Herb Mire, unnamed at the time, has appeared on pHantaBlog previously. Serendipitously it was posted on January 13, 2015, two years ago today: Marauding Mire Monster Shot.
Finally, since this is pHantaBlog, not pHantaJim‘s blog, I was surprised to discover that the Delphi Sphinx I used in one of my mock-ups for the back cover of “Helios on the Moon” is actually a Naxian sphinx.
Nothing on Wikipedia page as to why it ended up in the Delphi museum in time for me to get a shot of it in 2012.
Not what I’d want to see, that’s for sure.
As per “Decimation Damnation“, it was Boxing Day, albeit on the Inner Earth of Sedon’s Head, the 26th of Tantalar 5980, in the Weirdom of Cabalarkon, to be precise, that tiny Tina (Athena Zeross), age 6, asked the question that delayed, if perhaps not permanently prevented, Blind Sundown killing Wilderwitch:
BTW, the Percy Sundown thinks about in this quote is Tina’s eldest sister, Persephone, who’s just recently turned 16. He didn’t kill her either … yet.
“Where’s your pretty little box, skinny Auntie Wildie?” wondered Tina, tears under control now that she felt, howsoever erroneously, safe in her mother’s arms.
Sundown let Wilderwitch go. Thought better of it immediately, picked her up bodily just as she started to swoon and carried her over to the nearest available sofa. Whereupon he laid her down, stepped back and let Mel deal with redressing the seepage-drenched bandage around her right thigh.
He didn’t feel bad about her. Didn’t fell bad about what he’d been intending to do to her ever since Percy begged for her life by blaming the Witch. He felt bad for them, all of them, for himself as much as for her and everyone else, what was left of the Family Zeross and their just-this-morning, four lost fellows in D-Brig.
He knew what fit into a little lacquered box. The remnants of Psycho’s brain!
Guess that means Crystallion and her atomic firedrake didn’t kill Magnifico in “Nuclear Dragons” after all.
Hit here to reach online article entitled: “Google’s AI Are Sending Encrypted Messages to One Another That No One Can Decipher”
“There still wasn’t any Gypsium to do his G-string thing. Young Death, as he was best known below the larger Dome, didn’t blame the Diver. He reckoned – probably correctly – that Freespirit Nihila, whom he still regarded as Fisherwoman, must be taking it all into herself; her Borealis brolly, put better.
“She was up there all right. Was certainly no denying she was facially Fish, albeit with an extra eye and sporting more glitter in her wardrobe than even during the years she spent as Greater Godbad’s controversial queen (by marriage, not heredity). She’d somehow grown unheard of huge, bordering on ridiculously so. Those were definitely her feet to either side of Dustmound, though. Webbed toes gave that away. So the legs and all the rest of her towering above them had to be hers as well.”
Here’s a link to Tina Tormanen’s highly recommended “Magical Photos“. A photo force to be reckoned with, I reckon. Contains some spectacular shots.
The above, unaccredited panel from a comic book showed up recently on a Facebook feed. Reminded instantly of this sequence from “The War of the Apocalyptics“.
Here Nakba Ramazar, the headless Apocalyptic of Sudden Disaster, is speaking to his cousin, Dand Tariqartha, Devalord of Subcranial Temporis. It’s early Tantalar 5980 (December 1980):
Ramazar pulled a flip pad out of the breast pocket of his highwayman-style overcoat. He also pulled out a pair of spectacles. After a second’s hesitation he returned the glasses to his pocket.
“Don’t know why I keep those things around.” he mumbled, flipping open the notebook. “Haven’t got a nose to perch them on nor the eyes to see through, have I?”
“So it would appear, yet you speak and have no mouth. How do manage that?”
“Promise not tell anyone, Dand the Dandy Deadbeat Dad, and I’ll let you in on our scintilla of a secret.”
“Upon my inviolable oath as a highborn son of Lazareme, mightiest of the Great Gods.”
“Two-be-headed Vultyrie’s a ventriloquist.”
“And here I thought she was just a mindless schlemiel.”
His fellow devils call Ramazar Catastrophe. Shown here with the Vultyrie fighting Blind Sundown and Raven’s head in a blog-familiar sequence from Phantacea 5, artwork by Vince Marchesano, 1990, he often comes up with some good lines.
In this scrap of dialogue, also from War-Pox, he’s back in the Sedon’s Sphere and railing against his fate to said sphere’s Sedon:
“It’s not fair, grandfather. Nobody told me I’d be up against cathonitizers. All I wanted was for things to get back to normal; create the occasional disaster whenever I grew low on ammunition; go to parties; make more azuras and the occasional deviant when I feel up to it; basically just have some fun.
“But, no, Murder had to have her unspeakable children and I had to protect her. Now here I am back in your dumb, depressing Dome again. I tell you, it’s just not right.”
“Don ’t fret so, Disaster. You might cause a meteor shower. Wait a mini-minute ! I’ve just had a thought.”
“Better than having a baby, I suppose.”
“Tell you what, come spring maybe we will have a party. Just for you. Shooting stars, how ’s that for a theme? Play your cards right and you might have the distinction of being the first one shot.”
“I’d rather be on the firing squad, if you don’t mind.”
Perhaps not surprisingly the Mithramas update of Serendipity and … isn’t so much about devils and their devilments in the Phantacea Mythos, though it is that. Its main purpose is to show off some nifty optical diableries from the 1870s and tell pHantaJIm‘s true story re receiving an email from Mephistopheles in the mid to late 1990s.
Also contains reiterations of a couple of Dave Sim pages from pH-1 (1977) and a cut-out of a Frank Frazetta so obscure it didn’t google up online. Ended up having to scan it in from a picture book that precedes Phantacea.
Oh yes, entry contains some actual diablerie stereoscope shots as well. Have some sample artwork