[sleeve id="8455"] WOOOO HOOO!

It is all but done!

I am giving it a once over now, then I'm gonna play it on the Doncast at 5pm GMT!

Then I am gonna do a final master tweak, render it and chop it and tag it and zip it and up it to preorderers. And finish the art. Then up the stream.


Ah, Ah, Ah, Ready?

Akira The Don @ The Natural History Museum from akdonovan on Vimeo.

Ha! That's some footage of our Natural History Museum gig I just found on my Facebook "fan" page that one Nic Cox upped. We're kicking off Working Together. Nice clapping skills, crowd. I might have to kill that Facebook "fan" page though, I never use it. I have a personal one I use a little more (not much), maybe I should just rock with that. Two is confusing, and I hate to not do things properly. Speaking of which, I might delete my Myspace page. Any opinions? I have always hated Myspace. It is ugly and clunky and a cancer on the internet. I hate the idea that people would go there first... and I hate logging into it. I makes me feel gross and nauseous.

Anyway, that AkiraTheDon.com 5.0 is close. All other websites will cease to exist when that ish drops. I'm looking at YOU Huffingtonpost. YOU Guardian.co.uk. YOU... tube. Ha!

Batman & Robin # 3 dropped yesterday. OH BOY it is AWESOME AGAIN! It remnded me of the feeling American Comics gave me when I was reading them as a nipper. Truly. Fast, bold, exciting, packed to the hilt with POW... Yeah, you could wait for the trade, or you could enjoy comics as they were mant to be, right now. Short sharp colourful jabs in the face. KRAKOW!


Yeeeeah, bwoyee. Truth be told, B&R's the only comic I'm reading regularly right now. Presumably there's other worthy stuff happening out there in comic book land. What am I missing out on? Fill  figga in, win a no-prize.

Oh, and if you don't read The ISB it's you that missing out. Chris Simms is the funniest comic blogger in the whole damn internets, and today, he returns to one of his favourite subjects - Silver Age Jimmy Olsen Comics, which are REALLY MENTAL THINGS. Check it:


Yowzers. So, um, apologies to the couple hunnerd of you that were trying to listen to that new Drake/Kanye/Wayne/Em joint while I was asleep last night - I started re-upping the tag-less audio, then forgot about it and switched the machine off. Doh. It's working now, and it sounds better today than it did last night. Still not feeling Em on it mind, and I still don't believe a word that comes out of Drake's mouth. He's the most insincere rapper I have ever heard, I swear. 'Specially when he says "bitch". Dude, you don't use that word in real life! Sheeee-it.

Finally, thanks to everyone who's been forwarding my Feat Of Awesome around the internets. I'm gonna do a competition for it tomorrow, so study that ish like it was GCSE's tomorrow. And you gave two craps.


So I fell alseep on the sofa after 5, and was awakened gently by Super Phil at 6:20, and it transpired Bird left my bag with my passport in it at the venue last night. But Bird's got me another ID card, so we're outside waiting for Jeff to pick us up at 6:30. And at midday we're in LA, and soon after that we're in Interscope's offices,and I'm filling a bag with Nirvana, Guns N Roses, Gilbert And Sullivan, Dre, Peter Gabriel, Police and other such back catalogue. Jimmy Iovine has a signed letter from Tupac and a video console that won't switch on. And loads of ideas. A balcony. A lush view. LA is lush to look at, from these places of advantage. Like, later we visit Jeff and Trent's, and there's this fucking alien cat that loves me, and an incredible, incredible view, of this desolate wilderness spattered with money.

It was a lovely day.

But in the nighttime it is hard not to see that LA is awash with cunts. It is a sad and massive amount of cunts, and I am not sure whether it is sad because this is what the world did to them, or because this is what they do to the world, or because they are cunts, and you can see their faces rotting right in front of your eyes.