Dinner. With family. At a place called Lazy Moe's. Not good ( Read more... )

The first day shine has worn off now, but I've written 3,630 words of complete and utter drivel. It's truly terrible. I do believe I can get to 50 000 words by the end of the month, but it's so utterly bad. I have resolved to stop rereading it, it's too depressing. The trouble is that I already have a plot. I have to join the dots, but I'm much ( Read more... )

I'm bored and despondent. I blame On the Road. It is very evocative, and it transfers its emotions onto me and I'm currently at a vaguely depressing bit. I like it. I want to go somewhere, to be something. I'm just marking time again. I want my life to start. Or start again, whatever.

Tomorrow, though, is November and I'm relying on NaNoWriMo to ( Read more... )

Yet another disgusting election stunt from his eminence, the hon. John Winston Howard. After fucking around with indigenous Australians for the past ten years he's been in power, he's finally decided that reconciliation is important (and oh yes, just maybe it might get him an extra vote or two - though of course that has nothing whatsoever to do ( Read more... )

Yesterday I found a fantastic second-hand bookshop. Right next to a train station = easy access. Books everywhere. On shelves, in teetering piles around the shelves, in drifts on the floor where the piles had collapsed. There's something about places like that. Besides, everywhere I looked I could see good books. Not just people's leftover readers ( Read more... )

I'm home, and it is not miraculous or amazing, but it is nice ( Read more... )

Hey! Melbourne's water storage has got up to 31%!

Obviously, it's all this rain we've been having, which has caused the massive floods in Gippsland. Yes, massive floods and yet we're still in the middle of a drought. You'd never think 31% was exciting, but hey, a couple of weeks ago it was 24% and then it went up to 24.1% and the newspaper ( Read more... )

Thanks to Bellisaurus, it seems I am an INTp or possibly an INTj. But I have little idea of what this means and am naturally disinclined to typify myself like that, though I do it all the time.

Which Chaser Are You?

Charles Firth!!!Even if your in America your close enough to be called a Chaser! You go from wearing embarrassing T-shirts to telling gullible Americans that Melbourne is the city of LOVE!
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Today my neighbour rang to tell us that her husband died on Thursday... he was pretty old, but. Still, I liked him well enough, though I was always too shy to get to know him properly. I didn't know him well enough to feel sad, and that makes me feel bad ( Read more... )