I have long resisted buying a power drill. Owning a power drill implies the use of such, and who am I to deny an honest carpenter his wages? I am the guy who’s wife just bought a power drill, that’s who.
Also, I am the guy who fixed the fern hanging thing to the wall through the use of said drill.
I follow the tech journalist Mike Elgan on here, mostly for his weekend column of questionable technological developments such as, well, this…
Sometimes, even writers get tired of waiting for their books to come out. I know I’m not alone in hanging out for the final volume of The Cruel Stars trilogy. (My stalker here, assures me she’s also super keen to find out what happens with that whole space Nazi invasion thing.)
Eye candy for lunch. Drone Photography Award Winners.
Some of these are insane.
I had no idea that the kebab, as we know it, is an Australian invention, or rather, an invention of the Turks who moved to Australia. But the Graun set me straight.
Apparently, it arrived here in the early 1980s, which was a surprise. I thought those twirling inverted pyramids of brown mystery meat had always been here. But no.
I got a text from Beeso suggesting I check out this Netflix thriller, partly because it’s full of jujitsu, which is true. But it’s also chockablock full of insanely good film making.
Sometime late last week, the cats chased a giant skink lizard into my office. Giant is not an exaggeration. These things are usually pretty small, smaller than my little finger once they've dropped their tails. But this motherfucker was like a dinosaur skink. Longer than my whole hand even after he had dropped his arse.
I wish I had musical talent.
