It’s not perfect, gets quite ropey near the end, but very nearly works. The kermit stuff early on seemed to work really well.

I wouldn’t usually post stuff like this but it’s the season of goodwill and all that. Not to mention the fact that I have so much alcohol running through my system it’s become pretty difficult to string together a coherent thought, never mind make a decision on good taste. Not a situation that’s going to be rectified any time soon either. I’m also pretty curious as to what this photoshoot was in aid of.

Been meaning to put up a Christmas greeting for the last few days, but hey, it’s Christmas and I’ve been too busy eating, relaxing and enjoying myself to get to a computer. Doubtless Bif is also off revelling, no doubt more intensely than myself…!

Hope you’re all having a wonderful Christmas, thanks to everyone who checks in regularly and we look forward to seeing you round here in the New Year.

If you’re in Ireland, check out Village magazine on your newstands soon where you can see the Santa cartoon pictured here printed on the back pages! Click on the thumbnail to see the full size image.

2007 is going to be very interesting - I feel it in my bones.

Talk soon,
Frank.

We’ve all, I assume, gone blank at some stage when confronted with someone who apparently knows us or said hello to a complete stranger who we thought we knew. My experience of not recognising my own sister is probably a little to the extreme but not quite as far as some of those recounted in this fascinating article about Prosopagnosia.

Prosopagnosia, or face-blindness, is the condition whereby sufferers can’t distinguish between faces. Facial features just become so generalised that they can have difficulty recognising their own loved ones. Recent studies suggest that one in 50 of us could be a sufferer. If you’d like to test your face recognition, go here.

In March of this year political journalist Michael Crowley criticised novelist Michael Crichton’s views on global warming(sub. required). So the Jurassic park author writes him into his next book as a child rapist. As a neat Bifsniff tie-in, the journalist wondered at first whether Crichton was having a potshot at Cork’s Worker’s Party representative Mick Crowley. Ta to Kottke for the link.