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Dave trailer.
Don’t get too excited. It’s just Rob Henry playing around with Ai. But fun.
Alien, 1953!
Yes, yes, yes, it’s AI-generated so its inherently evil.
But still cool.
Not the Kindle I was waiting for.
I had an email from the Beast this morning, inviting me to drop a couple of hundred dollars I didn’t have on a shiny object I didn’t need.
South African cajun!
I spotted a South African food store just outside of Noosa when we were last up there, and was so intrigued I just had to check it out.
There was lots of Biltong, as you’d imagine, and a heap of weird biscuits and lollies I’d never heard of before. But the thing that caught my eye was this in the barbecue section.
Sure, sex is great. But have you ever tried not following the US election?
I decided that my mental health could do with a break from doom-scrolling the US election so this morning rather than fall into my usual routine of checking all the overnight updates and hot takes I deliberately set my Substack cut out that noise. Instead of the usual round of news media sites, I read about twenty of pages of Tom Holland’s Pax - his history of Rome’s Golden Age.
Sleep wuss.
Man, I had a bad night’s sleep last night. It felt like I got about two hours, but I am assured by someone not a thousand miles away from the other side of the bed that I was snoring like a bear for many hours.
I think not.
I feel so fucking shattered today, and I have strong memories of swatting mosquitos and chasing dogs off the bed at 2AM.
Very hard to focus on the writing today.
Makes me wonder when I became such a wuss.
Tim Winton improves with altitude!
I was in the bookshop at Peregian Beach over the weekend and heard the owner chatting with someone who was after ‘the new Tim Winton’.
I did not roll my eyes. I’m better than that. And Tim is pretty fucking gnarly with the ol’ wordsmithing, to be honest. But I wasn’t looking for another heart breaking work of staggering genius, so I moved on. Until…
“It’s about the end of the world, or something…”
Whaaat?
Winton’s working my side of the street?
What I did on my weekend.
We had a weekend away up on the north coast, staying just outside of Noosa, which was full of Victorians on holiday. There’s a cafe at Peregian Beach, a place called Fatima’s Hand, and every day they do a new muffin. One sweet, one savoury.
Of course, I have the sweet muffin.
This bad boy was pear, white chocolate and blueberry. There may have been a bite taken before I remembered to take a pic. I’m not sure how that happened.