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March 22, 2012
The important of being earnest dragons and other classic tales as told by an octopus
I saw this at the Old Fitzroy Theatre in Sydney this evening:
http://rocksurfers.org/2012/02/the-importance-of-being-ernest-dragons
It was, as you might imagine, quite odd…. and very enjoyable 
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March 21, 2012
Mnemosyne
Oh, that last post reminded me. I've had a working title for the product of the 2012 plotmash project for a while, but I didn't want to jump the gun in publishing it in case you guys took the book off in a different direction and it didn't fit anymore.
The working title is Mnemosyne. Why? Well, if you've read the story as we go you'll know one reason why. But, more importantly, I like the fact that it is hard to pronounce. That's right, one more barrier to success!
Book buying punter: "Do ...
They think it’s all over…
…. It is now!
No no, I’ve not quit.
Plotmash is finished. That’s right, the final section is written. I need to give it the once over, but once I have, it will be up on the blog.
Ah, I can feel your excitement!!
They think it's all over…
…. It is now!
No no, I've not quit.
Plotmash is finished. That's right, the final section is written. I need to give it the once over, but once I have, it will be up on the blog.
Ah, I can feel your excitement!!
March 12, 2012
I like dates (at least I do now)…
They warn you about the seven signs of aging. And by 'they' I of course mean cosmetics commercials. But there is one dead giveaway that they never even mention – changing food and drink choices.
Think about it. Did your Gran always like prunes? Can you recall when beer went from disgusting to – well – kinda nice? Tried eating soil since you were a kid? No, I thought so.
That our changing food choices represent our relentless passage through life was just now (literally, just now) made...
March 8, 2012
Treacle re-match…
There's one scene left, but gah – treacle!
Am a bit stuck with this last element of the story, and unless I find some magic de-treacling agent I am going to miss this week's deadline.
Just warning ya – any ideas re treacle gratefully received.
March 5, 2012
Chapter 11
There were no restraints on my wrists, no straps across my chest. I had been expecting them. Even so, it was still struggle to sit up, my muscles were weak, operating as if they were a great distance from my brain.
"Good you are awake."
I rubbed my eyes, my vision sliding in and out of focus. At the end of the bed there was a high backed arm chair, and in the chair sat Laurent, the tablet computer on his knee.
"What did you do to me? You drugged my tea." The words came out as a growl, my...
Lost in the Manga…
Every other year my home town of Wellington holds an international arts festival. A month's worth of drama, music, dance and literature from around the world. It really is very cool.
Last night my wife and I went to see Tezuka, which is a new dance piece from Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui and the dancers from Sadler's Wells. The show charts the career of Japanese manga artist Osamu Tezuka – "the 'Walt Disney of Anime' and the inventor of Astro Boy". Rather strangely it does this against the...
February 26, 2012
Validation by spam
I've blogged before (elsewhere, not here), about validation by spam. You know, those wonderful spam comments you get on your blog, saying your post is the best thing ever, and linking to a porn site (or somesuch) in the associated url.
Sure, I know it's not real love, but I still enjoyed the (marginal) ego boost.
Well, just lately, even the spam is telling me I suck. See the following:
Hello, you used to write magnificent, but the last few posts have been kinda boring… I miss your tremendous...
February 25, 2012
Chapter 10
The wind howled into my face, stinging my cheeks and making my eyes run. The bow of the ferry churned the dark water into frothy foam, the wake surging past the metal sides in a constantly breaking wave. Away from the path cut by the ferry the wind whipped the tops of wave crests into white spray, the foam breaking away here and there and streaking across the surface of the water. Overhead seabirds circled and soared on the wind, their plaintive cries sounding out before being swallowed...
