Graceless lady, you know who I am...

There's no sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, A state of bliss Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies ( Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit )

[Hermes]
Hey, what's Poseidon like?

[When the news first broke Natalie was immedidately on her bike and to Conrad's house, thumping on his door and then - when there was no answer - unlocking it with the key she had. But he wasn't there and Natalie collapsed in the middle of his living room in tears.

Con couldn't be dead.

She thought he couldn't die.

Now she's just curled up in her house, because what else could she even do?]

If you Christmas isn't looking like this then you're doing it wrong.

Everything is improved by flares and santa suits. I'm almost positive of that.

Hey Connie! Check out #5:

In fact, the first draft of the Albatros D-III nearly succeeded in something thousands of men before it had failed at: killing the Red Baron. He suffered the wing-cracking problem during a flight and managed to land (many other pilots weren't so lucky) and refused to fly the damned thing until they fixed the design. This is a guy who routinely flew through thunderstorms and enemy territory to fight nearly a hundred battles against superior forces, and he felt spending another second flying in the D-III was too dangerous.

You're such a badarse, baby.

I've flown up in one of those original bad boys though and it was fucking ace. (That doesn't mean that I didn't almost shit myself for even thinking of doing it or that those death traps weren't the fucking devil incarnate.)

[Blocked from Olympians, except Hermes]
Working for Greek gods pays impressively well. (I never know if I'm supposed to capitalise 'gods' or not.) However, I pretty much failed in getting the plane to magically track down the person we were tracking.

Back in New York, although I'm flying out to Hawaii tomorrow. It'll actually be the first time I've been there so it's too bad I won't get time to sightsee. I'll have about an hour in Honolulu - what should I definitely do there? (Other than try and get a tan on my currently-pasty British-Chinese arse.)

Right now I'm in a hotel in Michigan with Hermes because I'm flying him around the country while he looks for his brother. Turns out this is an open-ended sort of thing until we get called back.

I can honestly say this is the most unique work experience I've ever had. Who figured I'd be playing search and rescue for the gods?

Connie, we're going to have to postpone that Terminator plan. But don't think you're getting out of seeing it!

I really hate Michigan. It smells like oil.

"You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"

I don't care what anyone says Burton >>>> Nolan.

So you know when you were a kid and you saw Terminator for the first time and you went holy shit, the robots are going to kill us all! and then your mum yelled at your dad for letting you watch the movie when you were supposed to be going to sleep and not having nightmares and then they both reassured you that it was okay and there was no way anyone could make a robot that looked even a little bit like a real person and then they sat you down in front of Short Circuit so you could see that robots were lovely and only looked like machines?

Yeah?

( Well, we're all fucked now. )

God. Thanks a whole bunch, science. Now I need to call my mum and get her to check under my bed for cyborgs.

(Unrelated to the fear: You've gotta admire then even in a robot someone will zoom in on the tits.)

( narrative, cut for sex )


My Guy Fawkes was pretty damn brilliant. How about you?

Comic Books, both of you, freaking amazing job!

Boring day got slightly more interesting when I tried to slit my wrist with a box cutter. Which just proves that despite what I think I can't actually hold animated conversations while doing other things, especially cutting open boxes. So I've got this tiny blood-red slice to show for my trouble but it's a pretty rubbish war wound even though it bled all over the place.

I've got a few weeks holiday coming up in December and I'm thinking it might be time to fly back home and see the folks. It's been years since I've actually managed it (other than flying over for work) and I'm pretty sure London must be collapsing without my luminous presence.

But right now it's pretty important that I coffee myself up and watch V for Vendetta.

For her new godly Comic Book friends, Natalie has been riding around the city on her classic bike and tossing up fliers into the air. She's grinning behind her Guy Fawkes mask with her hair streaming behind her and the Ride of the Valkyries playing on her iPod

Brilliant Halloween and Guy Fawkes is looking to be just as amazing...

I'm in such a good mood and every time I see my costume hanging up on the wall it makes me happy.

So, monster Halloween bash somewhere this year? I figure some of you New Gods have to do Halloween, right? Comic Books? Geek? This has got to be your sort of night! And since it's got pagan roots (I think?) there should be some of you Old Gods gearing up for a night of debauchery and costumed hi-jinks too. No one can hate costumed hi-jinks. (Except I'm guessing the Heaven side of the Christians probably skip this holiday.)

Con, tell me you've gone to a Halloween party before as the Red Baron. You know, these days. It doesn't count if you went as the Baron when you were the Baron.

I've been invited to a party at some warehouse tonight in Brooklyn by a completely disreputable gentleman who I'm pretty sure makes his money dealing with the sexiest eyes I've ever seen. Good eyes = good everything.

I'm pretty sure that's scientific, isn't it?

And since I couldn't be arsed to go buy some new outfit for it, I've fashioned myself a skintight near-scandalous dress out of bright yellow CAUTION tape. It's fantastically hot, if I do say so myself. I can't really sit down in it, but who needs to sit at a party anyway? I've got some epic cleavage and legs going on with it and I'm looking forward to dancing and drinking until the sun comes up.

Thank God (and gods!) for days off, is all I can say.

[Metatron]
This is going to be the weirdest question you've heard today and I'm not even sure you can answer it objectively but we've talked before and I figured, hey, why don't give it a shot?

Does everyone who doesn't believe in your god, the Christian capital-G, go straight to Hell? How does that work if there are other afterlives?

I've just realised that maybe you don't know that part either.

This is so stupid.
[/Metatron]


I hadn't played Space Invaders for about a decade. ( I don't remember it being quite like this... )

I grew up Catholic - even if my parents only really went to church once in a blue moon - so as a kid I got to hear all about the awesomeness of hell and how if you don't behave you'd get to go there forever for the eternal non-party that was damnation. Once I grew out of God, I grew out of that as well though. No God, no Hell, no Heaven.

But now things have changed (or I know truer things at least) and there's that idea once more of Hell, the capital letter kind that the church likes so much. But since there are Greek Gods running around that means the idea of Hades is kicking about as well, and I'm sure other mythologies have their own versions of the afterlife too. So where do the little humans caught in the middle go? An American gets hit by a cab in downtown Manhattan, where do they suddenly find their soul? (If there even is such a thing to begin with.) Are any of these places real, or if they were once real are they around any longer? And what about the New Gods? Are there afterlives and dogmas in place there? (Probably not because people don't know they're giving their worship to them?)

This guy on the street today tried to thrust some religious propaganda into my hands. It was a Bible quote with something along the lines of There is no other God but me. I'm standing there feeling kind of sorry for the poor guy because he has no idea exactly how wrong he is. He's wasting all this time trying to badger other people into his own personal rubbish and in the end he might not even get that Heaven-trip he wants? I'd feel more sorry for him about that idea but few things are more annoying than Christians trying to convert people.

My life, as I live it, is chock full of sin (in that good old Catholic sense of the word). All seven of those babies have a place right in my heart and that's probably not going to change any time soon. (You want to talk wrath? I wanted to beat the ever-loving crap out of the guy who cut in front of my bike today. And gluttony? I'm not putting down this box of chocolates until I have licked the damn thing clean. Probably best I not even get started on lust. We'll be here all day.) This realisation is not a comfort for someone who'd really like to not go to Hell, but the other option of going Christian again? No way in - apologies - hell. Especially knowing all that I know now.

You know, for someone who was agnostic just six months ago, I sure do think a lot about religion now.

I've run out of clean clothes.

Seriously. Am I not getting a little old for this sort of thing? I'm supposed to officially be a motherfucking adult (one who is completely capable of cleaning ALL the things) and yet I here I am sitting outside the laundromat wearing the Jefferson Airplane t-shirt that is surely too thin and full of holes by now to actually be considered a t-shirt anymore. But damn is it ever a good look while I'm still wearing that big piece of sparkly Conrad gave me.

Another thing undermining the so-called 'adult' status is the fact that I want to spend my grocery money on Twinkies and comic books. (But I'm blaming that second one on the fact that I can just see Kick-Ass from the window of this place. The Twinkies can be blamed on no one but myself.)

How fortunate the folks I'm flying to Hawaii tomorrow can't see me now.

Posting LIVE! from Boring-Arse Detroit, the world presents: Natalie Killing Time On The Internet!

(Listen to the crowd go wild.)

I've decided I need to buy these t-shirts. This girl needs more whimsy in her life.

My next holiday is definitely being planned.

Comic Book couples - saw it and thought of a certain god obviously. (Comics need more porn)

Question from the cheap seats: god or God?

[Filtered away from the Baron]
After talking to Peter she edits the post to read differently:

Ever have one of those days when it feels like the best (only) solution is a brutal round of alcohol-fueled fucking? Because sweet sex is all well and good but sometimes you just need a rough roll in the hay to clear your head.

Read all this as: It's been a weird and stupid day and I'm drinking schnapps.

[The Red Baron]

I need you to marry me!