Ranthead: Star Wars Raped My Childhood

Have I anywhere publicly expressed my loathing for Star Wars? I am not sure that I have. I feel the urge to do so now. Why? Because my children have the Star Wars Lego computer game and the sound of R2D2 screaming like he is being introduced to twelve inches of wookie meat is driving [...]

tinternet: twitterholic

http://www.twitterholic.com/
twitter now has its own charts to tell you who the most read people on there are. warren ellis is in the top 100 and seems simultaneously pissed and happy about this. seems like the whole service might be ready to enter a transition phase and  go overground. it’ll be interesting to see if this [...]

search engine weirdness

it’s odd, when i first started writing under the skull cull logo it seems that the search engine terms that dragged people to this page were somewhat weirder. perhaps the more content you get the better quality of surfer gets directed at you? like internet karma or some such bullshit. i don’t think that can [...]

Ranthead: Au Revoir April Fools

a whole day swamped with the efforts of stupid people with unfunny jokes. i never did like the kind of pranks that april fools tend to plump for, and seriously, the guys who push the whole agenda of that dumbass day are the april fools. at least i suppose it is not as commercialised as [...]

All About Me: Our Sister Site

Please check out our sister site — it houses some older pieces that were culled from a scattering of poetry and writing blogs and some newer pieces. All of it is worth a read and I would appreciate any comments that you have — there is something for everyone: poetry (free verse, haiku, sonnets, etc); [...]

Magazine Graveyard: The Face

It led the way in a lot of respects — taught people what a culture magazine could be and it taught with style. At one point The Face could have been considered a setter of trends, a creator of them, but there was some kind of imperceptible shift and suddenly it seemed to be running [...]

Magazine Graveyard: Q

OK, so it’s not dead yet, but God, considering what it’s become it should be. I used to love this magazine then we had a run where they had Cliff Richard, Ronan Keating and the Spice Girls on the front cover and I would cringe with embarassment walking out of the shop with the bloody [...]

Magazine Graveyard: Sleaze Nation

God, how I miss this magazine. I had to hunt for it — weirdly Suffolk was strangely backwards when it came to stocking anything thought of as vaguely dodgy. How do I know that they thought of it this way? Because, as with almost every publication I bought, they would start giggling when they talked [...]

Ranthead: Proofread

I know that as soon as I sit down to write this rant, no matter how many times I look at it there will be a typo that is going to make me look like an arsehole. That aside though, I would just like to say, that if you are putting out your first issue [...]

Turn The Page: Charles Bukowski

You find the beats, you find Fante, you’re gonna find Bukowski. As a writer how can you not be drawn to him? It is arguable that he is one of the most influential out of any of that type of writer — the ones taking their real life and fictionalising, drawing a thin veil between [...]