Finally!
I am super excited that 7-Eleven in Australia is reportedly to become more like 7-Eleven in Japan.
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Landmine Duck
I found this in an old folder full of funny things I found on the internet, but without any indication of exactly where I found it. It’s a collection of terrible analogies written by high school students.
Honestly, I kind of think they’re genius.
1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
2. He was as tall as a 6'3" tree.
3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
Goddamnit. I knew I shoulda just bought another diamond crusted disco ball for the hovercraft.
From The Guardian:
Most survivable disaster movie?
I was taken with this bit in The Cut about which on-screen natural disasters would be the most fun and survivable.
Dark Matter
I started watching this AppleTV sci-fi alternate reality series while I was down in Tassie and quickly got hooked. The premise is very me. A dude with a slightly disappointing but basically decent life gets sucked into a mirror maze of alternate timelines — or kidnapped into it, to be honest — and has to make his way home. An increasingly difficult and dangerous ask.
Gah. Accidentally turned off comments.
My bad. Accepting all the paid subscriber pledges last week reset the blog to a carnivorous money-making machine and turned off comments for pretty much everyone.
Hopefully, that’s now sorted. Although, I guess if its not, I won’t know.
Tater, lots.
I got back from Tassie late on Wednesday and I’ve been thinking about something I only half realised while I was down there. I didn’t have a bad hot chip/french fry the whole time I was one the island. And I ate a lot of hot chips! They seemed to come with everything. And not the tiny, grudging obligatory serve you’d get anywhere else, but rather these heaped high mounds of salty hot carby goodness.
Wet weather writing day in Hobart.
After a cold but fine weekend, we got some real Tasmanian weather overnight, so I’ll be staying tucked up in my hotel room today, working on The Javan War. We’ll see how that goes without my usual screen farm. I don’t mind the change in venue, however. Lots of writers dream of locking themselves into a hotel room until their project is done. And there is something pleasing about being warm and dry while foul weather prevails outside your big picture windows.
Happy accident
I’m sitting in my apartment in Hobart, waiting for Jane to arrive, having flown in earlier today. I did a new thing on the flight down. I listened to a whole audiobook. It was only two hours long, and I was a bit pissed off when I bought it by accident, thinking it was a full-length Mick Herron Slow Horses title.
But it was just a short short. The List.