Underclocker Obscura Photo Gallery

Ξ March 31st, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Arts, Photography |

Out of the chaos of my doubt
And the chaos of my art
I turn to you inevitably
As the needle to the pole
Turns . . . as the cold brain to the soul
Turns in its uncertainty;

So I turn and long for you;
So I long for you, and turn
To the love that through my chaos
Burns a truth,
And lights my path.

- Mervyn Peake -



Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

can fall in love with tikky! ('s blog)



Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

loves tikky and her amzing resizing and cropping abilities!


maggless reviews

Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |



and fraggles


a fish

so delish

for a dish

that i wish

i could rhyme

for a time

while the wine

(so fine)

warms my mind

and i find





and maggles

loves tikky!


TheBuntyNextDoors reviews

Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

loves tikky as one of his most favoured subjects!

(and is very grateful for the finding of his horse, it's always running off and starting land wars in the balkans and such things...)


misszorros reviews

Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

loves tikky more than anyone!



Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

bunnys listen

melancholy jews

rab chomps bottom

i don't do haikus



Ξ March 29th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

seventeen syllables of verse

could never be ever enough

to begin to even express

the wonder, the worth,

the constant mirth,

a trip to perth,

(and kinross

district )





yes yes, non-sequitious again 😛


Snufkins reviews

Ξ March 28th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |


Which is about the meeting with Snufkin and a terrible

experience with a giant lizard.

Day after day the world was shrouded in a greyness, but it never rained. Columns of cloud rolled endlessly across the sky, and below them from the earth lay waiting. Moomintroll and Sniff floated farther and farther east on their raft. They weren't used to being without the sun, and became melancholy and quiet. Sometimes they had a game of poker or wrote a poem or caught a fish for the pot, but mostly they just sat watching the banks float by. Now and then Moomintroll contemplated the clouds and wondered whether he would see the comet it they divided. But they never did.

Often he longed to tell Sniff about the great sky-monster that they were going out to look for, but it was too much of a risk that sniff would only get in a panic.

Three times they saw the Hattifatteners, the little white creatures who are for ever wandering restlessly from place to place in their aimless quest for nobody knows what. Once they were fording a the river in a shallow place and twice passing in their small light boats. They seemed more restless than usual, hopping along at great speed, but as they can neither hear nor speak it wasn't much use Sniff and Moomintroll even saying 'hullo' to them.

The banks looked different now. Silver poplars, plum-trees and oaks had dissapeared, and dark trees with heavy branches stood alone on the deserted sand, while in the distance greyish-yellow mountains climbed steeply towards the sky.

'Oh dear,' sighed Moomintroll. 'Isn't this river ever going to end?'

'Shall we have a game of poker?' suggested Sniff.


Moomintroll shook his head

Ξ March 28th, 2005 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |

Stumbleupon Review

Moomintroll shook his head. 'I don't feel like it,' he said.

'Then I'll tell your fortune,' Sniff persisted. 'Perhaps you've got one of those lucky stars shining on you.'

'Thanks,' said Moomintroll bitterly. 'I've had just about enough of stars. With or without tails.'

Sniff sighed deeply and sat for a long time disconsolately watching the strange landscape, with his nose between his paws. Suddenly his eye was caught by something out of the ordinary. it looked like a yellow ice cream cornet upside down, and was the first brightly coloured thing they had seen for a week. It was down by the edge of the water, and had what looked like a flag flying on top.

As Moomintroll and Sniff got nearer they heard quite unmistakable sounds of music, and it was cheerful music too. They strained their ears excitedly, drifting slowly nearer. At last they could see it was a tent, and gave a shout of joy.

The music stopped, and out of the tent came a snufkin with a mouth-organ in his hand. He had a feather in his old green hat and cried: 'Ahoy! Ship ahoy!'

Moomintroll caught hold of the rudder and the raft swung towards land.

'Off with the painter!' shouted Snufkin, hopping eagerly up and down. 'Fancy that! What Fun! Coming all this way just to see me!'

'Well - we didn't exactly,' began Moomintroll, clambering ashore.

'Never mind!' answered Snufkin, 'The main thing is that you're here. You'll stay the night, won't you?'

'We should love to,' said Moomintroll. 'We haven't seen a soul since we left home, and that was ages ago. Why in the world do you live here in this desert?'

'I'm a tramp, and I live all over the place,' answered Snufkin. 'I wander about and when I find a place that I like I put up my tent and play my mouth-organ.'