Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
Conan, what is worst in modern life?
Catching the wires of your headphones on a door handle and having them pulled out of your ears. This. This is to know murderous rage.
We did a long drive through the Gold Coast hinterland yesterday; a strange, contrary world of mist shrouded valleys, plunging rainforests, icey cold streams and tiny hamlets. Nothing like the plastic shimmer of Surfers Paradise.
I had no idea this was even in development, let alone as a six part TV series. Directed by George Clooney!
Also I have no idea where it'll run locally, but wherever that is, I'll be there. I fucking LOVED this book when I read it, and six or seven hours of peak TV feels just about right to deliver it to the screen.
I am shocked, shocked I tell you, to discover a structural inequity fashioned into the very apparel with which our ladies must enclothe themselves.
Had a pleasant surprise this morning when I found a cheque-yes, an actual paper cheque, possibly delivered by carrier pigeon-in my PO Box. It was from Baen, for a story in John Ringo's Voices of the Fall anthology. I'd forgotten about that piece, and the money turned up fortuitously. The Aussie dollar is in free fall on rumours of an interest cut, and my car rego was due.
Quite a few peeps have emailed and messaged me directly about being unable to comment. I"m aware the comment fuction is wobbly and will probably get some renovation work done on it in the next few weeks, depending on cost. But I"m also looking at a site overhaul and don"t want to burn money on work which I then throw away in a month or so.
I have a shameful secret. Well, it's shameful to me. I go to restaurants and I order the same things over and over again. The chicken and pork ragu at Vine. The Roman carbonara at Enoteca. The lamb kebabs at The Lamb Shop. Seriously, I eat a lot of fucking lamb kebabs. Sometimes with chips.