Into Your Head, Into My Head - Out of Our Minds
I recently blogged about some alleged Judas Priest artwork plagiarism [Riemann's Cut], which reminded me of something I discovered a few months back. As you see above, there are two similar space-themed cat-in-humanoid-costume works. On the left is mine, and on the right is someone elses. The piece I did was artwork for podcaster, Neal, over at Into Your Head radio [intoyourhead.com]. The one of the right is something I randomly found sometime later, over here [mikailinfo.com]. I'm not sure if they're the owner of it, and doing a quick Google search doesn't throw up anything interesting. I'd like to know it's origins, and if there were any more. It looks like it could be quite old, and if so, what a strange zeitgeist to tap into.
Listening Material for the next aural section: [ Into Your Head - Episode 567a ] [ archive.org mirror ]
More importantly than some silly observation about internet art, I wanted to finally address an episode of Into Your Head, in which Neal deals exclusively with issues surrounding me. Proving that no good turn get's left unrubbed, I'm responding to it now, five month's later. I'll assume my responce won't interest many readers, so I'll try to keep my reflections exciting, for the one or two poor fuckers who hoover up any old shite. Shall we begin? Forward.
This is mean't to be a podcast exclusively about me, but Neal insists on starting it about eggs, and "fucking crap". Now we're being told that Gareth Fitzgerald was a benign dictator of Ireland. He was not, don't be lying Neal. He finally gets around to talking about me, but because his studio resembles London after the Blitz, he can't find the question I asked him. He sounds like a doctor nervously trying to find HIV results. I hope I passed, or failed, or however that works.
Sorry Neal, it wasn't bullshit. I did indeed try listening to three podcasts at the same time once. Listening back to the rest of my comment about it, I'm not sure I understand what I'm rambling on about, so maybe you were right and I was lying. I like how I demanded that Neal answered my questions immediately, but it took me 5 months to reply to this. Monkey Nuts.
It's Riemann's Cut. Reeeeeeee-mans Cut. It's German for circumcision. Ah yes the referendum. We have another one coming up soon now. Something about reducing the age at which you can abort children. 16 years old is the new limit, I think. That reminds me, I don't use the word cretin enough, or cunt. [Monkey cunts, that's what they call them. Big steaming piles of monkey cunts]. Neal suggests that my blog is basically "words and gif animations of women's arses." It is not. That's slander, Neal.
Now I'm getting a recycled poem dedicated to me. That was wonderful Neal. Very touching. If you made any more of an effort you might stop breathing. I always wanted to be an aggressive electric boiler seller, and now I am, in a poem. Neal has no problem recalling Boris Yeltsin's name but draws a blank when trying to come up with the name of the current Russian president, Vladimir Putin. That sums up all the problems facing Russia today. Racism. It's all racism.
The podcast has suddenly stopped being about me, so I'll turn it off now. Well that was fucking lovely. Thank you very much and good morning.
Posted at 17:21