Pictures of a Kitten I called Cinder, mid 2005
“The republican is the one sitting in the corner by the window, sipping iced tea. He’s taking notes and looks kinda sad.”
“And as he overflew the burning city, he wondered about the futility of bombing a city with absolutely NO military value.”
I remember living in an apartment block on the third floor that looked out over the bay, with the wind whistling through every night, like I was in a castle, sitting in a big armchair listening to “Dumb” by Nirvana. The apartment block dated from the 1930s, it was like living in “1984”
I am creating a new genre whiich I call “Sci Fi Noir” or “SF Noir” or “Science Noir”, which takes elemenets of Film Noir and Pulp SF and combines them:
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow is a good example.
I also like Pulp SF, say, a film based on the old video game “It Came From The Desert” which is set in the mid fifties in a desert town ants have mutated into giants.





