
Inktober 30: Bride (of Frankenstein), Elsa Lanchester.

Inktober 30: Bride (of Frankenstein), Elsa Lanchester.

been seeing a lot of variations on this take recently – it’s one of the most common pro-immigrant sentiments and also one of the worst – the line that says we should welcome migrant workers because working class Australian/British/US etc citizens are too spoilt or lazy or consider themselves too good to do those jobs.
Like it comes from a (sort of) well meaning place, they’re often trying to say that migrants aren’t criminals or lazy or whatever… but aside from valuing people according to their productive ‘worth’, valourising menial, difficult work as some kind of moral virtue and attacking working class people for not being exploited enough, the most important thing missing from that take is the reasons why working class citizens don’t do these jobs.
It’s not because working class Australians/Americans/Brits etc are too good for it – it’s that employers deliberately don’t employ people that they might actually have to pay properly – wage theft is fundamental to the business model
But somehow it always gets framed in terms of working class people’s choices – what the migrant is “willing to do” and what the American won’t. Poor migrants can’t choose more attractive work, and the working class citizens can’t “choose” to work for less than minimum wage. It’s the bosses who make the choice, it’s about what they are “willing to do”. This is how they want it.

Inktober 29: Mary Shelley (with the miraculous uncremated heart of her husband Percy, which she apparently kept wrapped in some of his poetry manuscripts.)

I want to be in that bed watching that. That looks like heaven to me.
This is my favorite gif of all time. I’ve considered reblogging it every time it’s crossed my dash. I think the fact that it’s a collage makes it… art. It’s not immediately obvious unless you spend some time in the cocoon and realize the foreground snowflakes are frighteningly massive. Ah, but even upon discovery you forgive the image and fall back into its placid icebound reverie. It almost sounds like snow.

Inktober 28: Raven

Inktober 27: Swamp Thing!
Having spent the latter part of the evening in the depths of pitch-black loneliness (you know the kind), I resolved to treat it by listening to Vincent Price present various tales of horror and witchcraft on youtube. It was an excellent decision. That man seems to have been granted special, singular powers of narration. Since dabbling in a little bit of it lately for the guitar repair videos I make, I’ve become more sensitive to what goes into a good read.
Diction, people! Dic-ti-on!

Inktober 26: Toad

Inktober 25: Dark Forest (with a little Sleepy Hollow in there for good measure.)

Inktober 24: Hunter’s Moon. (from the moon’s perspective)