IT’S NATIONAL EAT SHIT AND CHOKE, SCUMMO DAY!

On a day we celebrate invasion, oppression, and generally exercising our white privilege by refusing to listen to anyone who doesn’t want to spend the day getting pissed and wearing the flag as a cape to show others that we can actually name the country we live in, a short message from Will to our bloviating, corrupt, zealous godbothering pissant of a Crime Minister.

A PACK OF BRICKHEADS: RUSSELL KIRKPATRICK

There have, in past days, been the occasional interview series’ on this page. We’ve seen Treacherous Carrots, the depths of Room 102, Precious Things, enjoyed Fetish Friday…… but always, the interviewees have been largely drawn from friends and peers from my writing world.

So this time out, I want to introduce you to my other world: the world of my visual arts practice. My Lego world. First out of the blocks (Heh. See what I did there? See it? You see it? Suit yourself) is mapmaker, lecturer in Geography, chronicler of Kiwi waterfalls, and bloody brilliant fantasy novelist (okay, so I’m not exactly tearing myself away from the writing world to begin….) — not to mention hilarious Facebook poster and all-round just lovely fellow, Russell Kirkpatrick. (And a more recent snapshot of what he’s up to can be found here).

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THUMBNAIL THURSDAY: WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE.

This one seems to be quite generation-specific, in that I don’t recall many of my peers having send-the-kids-to-bed-while-we-party-in-the-living-room type parties, although maybe it’s just that my friends didn’t want to invite me to them. But I certainly recall any number of evenings as a kid, where I was tucked into some strange bed while adults did strange, arcane adult things in the living room beyond — you know, like eating bits of cheese on sticks and listening to Boz Scaggs albums.

Anyway, I’m not saying I spent those evening rummaging around in drawers and amusing myself by speculating on what I found in the cupboards of Aunts, Uncles, relatives, and strangers that I otherwise would never be given access to. I’m just not saying I didn’t, either…

“Grandpa, what’s an Obersturmfuhrer?”

FIVE GRAPHIC NOVEL MINI-REVIEWS: A TRIP TO PERTH MEANS SPENDING BIG, 2021 EDITION

And the 2021 return to normalcy continues. Today, it’s time to cast a few words in the direction of what is becoming an annual tradition: the spending of a shitload of cash on a stack of graphic novels during the Christmas return to Perth because Karratha doesn’t even have a proper bookstore, never mind anything as esoteric as a place to buy comic books no shut-up you’re bitter.

I seem to have become distracted…..

Alternative universes, crossovers, the completion of collections, better versions of other groups, and vampires: it’s comicapalooza 2021!

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MIXED MOVIE QUOTES: THE PREDATOR

Starting the family-at-home movie year with a fun family favourite, which prompted us to discuss the similarities between the Predator and Terminator franchises: one classic original starring Arnold Schwarzenegger; one reasonably good sequel (this, and T2); and absolutely rivers of shite surrounding them…

Anyway, this is a movie chock-full of quotable quotes, as well as plenty of opportunity to play a take-a-shot-whenever-Adrien-Brody-can’t-maintain-his-stupid-voice drinking game, but there’s only one real quote for a Mixed Movie Quotes quote:

WELCOME TO THE BUNGLE. AGAIN.

So…… lot of weather we’ve been having lately, innit?……

All right, let’s talk serious shit. I’ve lost my way since our son Blake completed suicide back in September 2019. Of course it’s understandable — Luscious and I have been swallowed by grief, and anybody who can’t understand how that level of grief can affect you has my permission to stay quiet — but the ultimate end of that process is that my life has turned in upon itself and started eating its own tail. Everything that was supposed to be good about coming to Karratha — gaining fitness, writing more, lowering my stress levels, finding my post-50-year-old-future, etc etc and so forth — was destroyed, and what’s more, I didn’t care.

This can no longer be supported.

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