I got this off SM Stirling’s Facebook page. I’ve always enjoyed word games and especially reframing certain sorts of content in completely inappropriate contacts. I did at least a dozen columns in this way at the old Alien Side Boob, and Threshy, from the Dave novels is an example of the technique transferred to fiction setting.
I did it. I did my first cook on my Egg. I managed to sneak in a couple of spatchcocked chickens just before a massive tropical storm broke over us.
Well, at least for me. Nobody was more surprised than I when the barbecue store rang on Friday to tell me that my extra large Big Green Egg had arrived. Now I just have to wait for the courier to bring it and my nesting table the final two kilometres to the house.
I’m posting this because it made me smile for about four and a half minutes. Also, it made me wonder which actors haven’t been in a Marvel movie. There can’t be many left.
This is a pretty cool essay, and dives surprisingly deep into the ginormous cheesebowl of one my fave genres of film. Which genre, you ask? Why the 90s Dad Thriller of course.
It’s been a long time since I followed the cricket, or any sport really. Writing about it up close as a correspondent for Inside Sport kinda put me off. Enough that until this week I couldn’t have told you who Tim Paine was. Well, now I know.
He’s the guy who sent the dick pic. And, like, the Aussie cricket captain or something.
But I’ll always think of him as ‘that dick pic guy’.
