Showing posts with label Stephen King. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stephen King. Show all posts

Sunday, 6 September 2009

'Sorry I Mist You...'

An Illustration from Mr. Stephen King Esq.'s latest literary work of horror,
'The Pea-Souper' (Pub. 1889)
I watched Stephen King's 'The Mist' last night and quite enjoyed it. Really though, it's not so much of a mist as a dense fog or maybe a low cloud, or, as the Victorians would have called it, 'a real pea-souper'. Hence this cartoon. I'm particularly proud of the portly gent pressed against the glass of the general store - he doesn't seem to be doing too well. But what foul creature in the supernatural pea-soup could he have run afoul of? A ravenous Omnibus? A flesh-eating horse? A haunted steam-engine? A carniverous Spinning Jenny? Or maybe even a Cotton Gin with a grudge? We just don't know.
Gentlemen will die! Bonnets will be undone! Uptight Victorian rules will be challenged! The mysteries of the pea-souper will be revealed! Seriously Stephen King, write this book...

Friday, 21 August 2009

(insert clever Stephen King pun here)

Stephen King's Breakfast...
Chances are that, at some stage in your life, you've a made a 'face' with a meal. Whether you were a kid, or you've cooked a meal for a kid and tried to make it look 'fun', or even if you're like me and you have the brain of a six year old, you might have re-arranged the sausages to make a smile, moved the beans to make hair, shifted the tomatoes or eggs to make eyes, or used the bacon slices to make a moustache or mutton chops for Mr Plate Face. I can imagine (perhaps incorrectly) Stephen King going downstairs in the morning to have his breakfast, making a face out of his meal, and then coming up with a terrifying story based on it. Maybe it would be called 'Mr. Plate Face' and would be about a monster that turns children's faces into plates if they don't eat up their dinner, I don't know. Anyway, that rather odd trail of food faces and Stephen King's knack for making normal things uncanny and supernatural brought me to this cartoon. An evil cloud of frying pan smoke with a breakfast face? Heck, it's no less improbable than a giant spider clown...