When I die...

You know, my thanatology isn't as good as it used to be, nor's my eschatology, but there's something adorable about the idea that you only rot in the bits that your clothes don't cover. When I'm dead, I want to have a healthy looking hairy belly like the zombie in the front here. Dawn of the Dead, it's all about the details.

Grindr

So, I'm sure by now you're heard of Grindr, it's an app on the iPhone that lets you chat to other gay men and tells you how far away they are to make it easier to hook up with them. The theory being, you log on when you're bored, find some amazingly attractive man a few doors down the road and have some amazing meth-fuelled orgy with them and lose your job, your sanity and your teeth in that order.

Only, I went to the dentist lately and he said I've got lovely teeth and that I'm looking after them really well, so I'm not about to meth all that up because of idle clicks on some app on my phone. So, it's not quite gone the way that I think the fuck-addicts were hoping it would and I'm probably completely failing as a gay because instead of chatting about penis size and favourite sex acts, I have, you know, started talking to people on there. It's quite hilarious, and the degree to which people engage in banter and conversation there makes me wonder if anyone gets laid from it, ever.

Since joining Grindr, I've used it to chat about anarchist politics, coptic christianity, where to find decent food in Chiswick, the collections of different museums, relative levels of tolerance in different cultures and lots and lots of marathon banter. I've learned a lot about running, swapped training tips and been sent as many pictures of really silly things as I've been sent turgid biological reference material.

It's quite refreshing to know that most people drop the pretence that we're all horny fuck-monkeys only interested in being a headless, big-chested sex toy and that there's a lot more to all the guys on there than you'd see on a profile page.

Of course, now my faith in humanity's been restored, I should log off, I've got a meth orgy to get to 114 yards away.

Comics Car Boot Sale

I'm having a bit of a clear-out and was wondering if any of you who I'm likely to see in London any time soon might want to take any of these off my hands? There's also a mountain of comics and books, but here's a list to get started with and vague guideline prices based on about 25% of what I paid for them, more or less. I'm open to offers! Comment on here if there's anything you want so people can see if someone has dibs already!

Godzilla	TPB		£3
The Boys	TPB	Vol 2: Get Some	£3
Avengers: The Initiative	TPB	Basic Training	£3
Transformers	TPB	The War Within	£3
Indie	TPB	Pictures of You	£3
Runaways/Young Avengers	TPB	Civil War	£3
Hellboy	TPB	Hellboy Junior	£3
Jenny Finn	TPB	Messiah	£2
Ascend	TPB		£3
Crossing Midnight	TPB	V1: Cut Here	£2
League of Extraordinary Gent	TPB	Century 1910	£2
X-Men	TPB	X-Men Noir	£2
Ant-Man	TPB	Low-Life	£2
Ant-Man	TPB	Small-Minded	£2
Indie	TPB	Monsieur Leotard	£4
Death Jr	TPB	1	£3
Death Jr	TPB	2	£3
Manga	TPB	One Thousand and One Nights	£3
Manga	TPB	Amaranth	£2
Manga	TPB	Origins: IndieManga Anthology	£2
Indie		The Stuff of Legend V1	£2
Indie	TPB	Wisdom of the Zen Masters	£2
Indie	TPB	How Loathsome	£3
Fables	TPB	V3: Storybook Love	£4
Transformers Animated	TPB	1	£2
Buffy	TPB	Omnibus 1	£4
Indie	HB	What He Expected of Her	£3
Indie	TPB	Frankenstein: Now and Forever	£3
Heroes	HB	Volume 1	£6
Indie	HB	Kingdom of the Wicked (signed)	£5
Transmetropolitan	TPB	0: Tales of Human Waste	£3
Transmetropolitan	TPB	1: Back on the Street	£3
Transmetropolitan	TPB	2: Lust for Life	£3
Transmetropolitan	TPB	3: Year of the Bastard	£3
X-Men Academy X	TPB	1: Choosing Sides	£3
X-Men Academy X	TPB	2: Haunted	£3
X-Men Academy X	TPB	3: x-posed	£3
Athena Inc	TPB	The Manhunter Project	£2
Runaways	TPB	True Believers	£3
Fantastic Four	TPB	The Beginning of the End	£2

Santa Run 2009

This has to be one of the sillier events on the annual running calendar. Yesterday, along with about 2,250 other silly people, I went to Battersea Park to dress up as Santa and then run around the park a couple of times. Ostensibly, it's all in the name of charity, but really it's a self-serving part of my training for the London Marathon next year.

There's something beautifully surreal about it, putting on a flimsy Santa outfit, wearing a tag on your leg that makes you feel like an escaped convict and then doing ridiculous warm-ups and then running around the park, trying not to buckle over laughing at the tiny kids dressed as reindeer or the men in skimpy dresses pretending to be Santa's sexy elf helpers. I just wish I'd thought ahead enough to arrange a bit of a gang of people to go along.

Maybe next year, we should get a mob along to go play silly buggers in the park.

I'll tell you what, though, much as I love the base layer stuff I bought recently and however sexy it looks and feels to wear skintight stuff like that, I was still incredibly glad when Ilmar said I could go over the bridge and have a shower on his houseboat. It's quite odd showering in a room with portholes looking out over the Thames and a door that has one of those big hefty wheels on it to lock it.

So yeah, my life's still surreal at times.

Anyway, couple of quick links to spam you with:

My fundraising page for the London Marathon - I'm running to raise money for THT.
Badger's Advent Calendar is happening over on my web-comic, go look and take part!

Hair Today...

...and not gone tomorrow! Just a quick rambling post about how growing my hair's going. It's not nearly as embarrassing and traumatic as I'd expected. I'd reconciled myself to a year of wearing a hat while I waited for it to grow out, but it looks okay now.

I've no idea what I'm hoping it's going to end up looking like, or how I'm meant to style it while it grows; I seem to just let it go into an amorphous blob and push it away from my eyes and be done with that.

Any of you got any awesome tips on how I should style it as it grows?