I was tagged by dear, sweet, Nichola (
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Thank you for smoking runs for 92 minutes ( Read more... )

The real Last Judgement.


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For as long as I can remember I've tested the edge of just-sharpened pencils, or the nib on the nearest pen to hand, by writing "Boo!" on the paper's edge ( Read more... )

On Friday night Bec came over for drinks before Ambar's RTR fundraiser ( Read more... )

The following post contains industrial strength navel-gazing. You have been warned ( Read more... )

Is it just me watching Socceroo Powerade ads (the ones where players skin seperates from the underlying musculature for brief moments, since people are now running 'a scientifically proven 10% faster than themselves') and thinking of nothing but the hordes of badly taken, underexposed digital photos that people feel an unshakable obligation to snap ( Read more... )

I don't understand the rise of erotica in airport book stores.

Over the last few flights I've taken they've graduated from recent classics like "The Piano Teacher" and more modern Houellebecq's "Atomised" to a rush of slim volumed novels centring on young women with prodigous sexual appetites - "One Hundred Strokes of the Brush before bed", " ( Read more... )

While the sun fled behind brooding, bullying clouds and cars whispered through puddles on Fitzgerald St I folded a paper boat. But before I did I wrote a message to myself in invisible ink on the page, so that spindly citric silent hopes would double hull the sloop. A cellulose titanic.

Time telescoped away while my fingers worked the creases, ( Read more... )

'Book', according to the Urban Dictionary, is now a well-known synonym for 'cool'. This evolution of the language is due solely to predictive text on mobile phones, and the popularity of those phones. Australia for example, has a mobile penetration rate of 85%. Each of those people (or at least each of those using the T9 dictionary standard on ( Read more... )