"At the time, Davis drove a black-and-yellow Plymouth Horizon and listened to Goblin."
“…Davis works on his own music and occasionally materializes in Lovecraft chat rooms, counseling Guillermo del Toro on how to save his embattled film-adaptation of At the Mountains of Madness, a story whose main environmental concern was arctic monster thaw. (‘I told him he was essentially pitching a cosmic slave revolt to a bunch of Satanists.’)”
“…Davis, the only black Vietnam vet in Detroit going into record stores in his mirrored sunglasses asking for Tangerine Dream and Morton Subotnick…"
Kowloon Walled City | A population density nightmare
Kowloon Walled City was a largely ungoverned Chinese settlement in Kowloon, Hong Kong, comprising of 350 interconnected high-rise buildings where 33,000 residents lived within a plot measuring just 210 meter by 120 meter. Originally a Chinese military fort, the Walled City became an enclave after the New Territories were leased to Britain in 1898. Its population increased dramatically following the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong during World War II and reached a peak of 33,000 residents in 1987. When it was demolished in 1993-94, it was thought to be the most densely populated place on earth.
I recently wrote an article for Cracked about wacky old Indian comics, and it was real swell. Sadly, I had to edit out a ton of images for brevity’s sake. Here’s a snapshot of some of the weirdness that didn’t make the cut.
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