Jack Fennell
@jfennellauthor
Writer, anthologist, geek. Anthologies: "A Brilliant Void," "It Rose Up" and "Your Own Dark Shadow" published by Tramp Press; academic tomes "Irish Science Fiction" and "Rough Beasts" by LUP. He/him for convenience's sake.
I spent far too much time making this, but it had to be exorcised from my brain.
Having been defeated by the Module Grade Entry system, I'm now going to watch a horror movie where a rabid chimp eats the faces off a gang of twentysomethings.
Seo iad: níl liostaí údarásaigh iad, níl siad críochnaithe go h-iomlán, agus tá roinnt eile aistrithe sna leabhair a chuir mé eagar orthu do Tramp Press - "An Cianadóir" le Tarlach Ó hUid, "An Deoraí" le Cathal Ó Sándair, "Scéal Mac Dathó" le Tomás Ó Máille, & "An Miúil" le Mícheál Ó Gríobhtha.
Post a meme made by you. Yes, I am responsible for this thing. In my defence, I slapped it together nine replies deep into a twitter argument with an American who didn't (refused to) understand that his Constitution didn't apply here.
Bookmail: "The Wharf Street Vegetarian Café Cookbook" was a fave of mine when I was a child. I just loved the illustrations, and the gentle little world they outlined. The copy we had back then was badly water-damaged, so I ordered another one second-hand (I don't think it was ever reprinted)
Happy May Day, everyone. (Re-uploaded because Autocorrect changed 'Colm' to 'Colonel' in the alt text for reasons best known to itself, and I didn't catch it in time)
Flicking through old children's books, and raising eyebrows at some sentences that wouldn't get past an editor nowadays.
Just remembered that day back in February 2024 when an infamous Shakespeare truther DM'd me and got annoyed when I told him that I'm not a Shakespeare scholar. Sometimes I do worry about the possibility that a random idea will lodge in my brain and consume my whole life like this.
Hello there. I'm Jack, I write weird horror, sometimes with my tongue firmly in my cheek, often drawn from Irish folklore. My current favourite movie villains/antagonists are Colonel Ives from "Ravenous" and the creatures from "Arcadian."
When you people go on about "The Pitt," I have to remind myself that you mean a hospital drama and not this 90's comic about a hulking, grungy alien who assassinates Bill Clinton.
The essence of sci-fi is beaming a sentence like this back to the 1920s, and watching the people of that time try to work out what it could mean from first principles.
Heathcliff cartoons are cognito-blocks that hold the world construct together, like the knot in the neck of a balloon. They are noumena that will never become phenomena; a lock our monkey brains cannot pick. They are part of the mechanism by which the Archons keep us in the Demiurge's terrarium.
Fly around the solar system with bro; make gruff bro noises about no women, kids or animals being allowed on your spaceship. A woman, a kid and a dog join your crew. Later, they all leave on the same day. You and bro eat a cargo hold full of hard-boiled eggs so you don't have to talk about it.
Going through the photos I took on my recent trip to London, and came across the flattened taxidermed birds again. A Victorian innovation in home decorating that never took off; can't imagine why.
The decline of the West began when we lost the moderating influence of Nuclear Swan Fan.
I contributed to a thing by @darkmoonhv.bsky.social and I am unreasonably giddy over it.
Some goofball on twitter, re. men writing women badly: "Maybe that's how women work in those guys' fictional worlds." The response I wanted to send, but couldn't due to character limits:
I want it on the record that I was denouncing grammarly before this bullshit came to light.
I'll give you a fucking Schlapp in a minute Matt, you brazen shitknuckle.