Yo, dudes. It has been quite some time. I don't have The Internet at my house any more, so I'm out of the habit of composing long-winded screeds for the pleasure of the masses. Up until now I have pretended that this is in fact an excellent thing, allowing me to put many productive hours into drawing, reading and writing. I have been one of those ( Read more... )

What's this? Another update? SURELY NOT, you cry (all three of you still reading this), in shocked and echoing tones. No, your eyes do not deceive you. Here is why: I finally have a FLICKRRRRRRRRRR account. I sort of had to make one, for an application thing, but it's about time. You can go and look at my ridiculous drawings and stuff. This must be ( Read more... )

HERE IS SOMETHING I APPARENTLY WROTE A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO THAT I NEVER POSTED ( Read more... )

Dear The Internet ( Read more... )

 I am living in my new house! It is best ever. The cat, Harrison Ford, is slightly deranged as the result of a car accident, and spends a lot of time trying to get into cupboards and drawers and tiny spaces, then banging his head on the doors and miaowing. He is so so cute, however. This morning we tried to put him outside so we could leave and he ( Read more... )

I have a new door key. It's big and old, like the key of a secret attic.

I also have a door to go with it. And a house to go with the door. Well, one-third of a house; a leased one-third, actually. It's a beautiful house. It has high ceilings, fireplaces, a big backyard with grapevine trellises, a roof balcony and a cat called Harrison Ford. I am ( Read more... )

AN OPEN LETTER TO LIFE ( Read more... )

Tom died in hospital. I don't exactly know what to feel about this, only that until I saw his photo on an internet news report a couple of minutes ago, I didn't feel anything at all. This whole thing is so fucked. Tom was 19 and he was a great guy. I wish I knew him better but you always think there will be more time and there fucking wasn't any ( Read more... )

This article is about an Australian teacher who died in a freak lightning strike in Thailand yesterday ( Read more... )

I found my primary school reports last week. The earliest ones - Years 1 to 4 - were handwritten in little blue booklets. It was weird to read them all at once, instead of cushioned by time. They said things like: "Anna needs to pay attention to instructions." And: "Anna frequently does not listen to instructions. This causes her to become quite ( Read more... )