A break from gardening, AHWA mentor line-editing, and back pain.


You Are a Dash

Your life is fast paced and varied. You are realistic, down to earth, and very honest.

You’re often busy doing something interesting, and what you do changes quickly.

You have many facets to your personality, and you connect them together well.

You have a ton of interests. While some of them are a bit offbeat, they all tie together well.

You friends rely on you to bring novelty and excitement to their lives.

(And while you’re the most interesting person they know, they can’t help feeling like they don’t know you well.)

You excel in: Anything to do with money

You get along best with: the Exclamation Point


My Personality

Openness to Experience

You are not generally self conscious about yourself, however you tend to lack energy and have difficult initiating activities. You are not prone to spells of energetic high spirits. You prefer dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. You regard intellectual exercises as a waste of your time. You are willing to take credit for good things that you do but you don’t often talk yourself up much, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You are a reasonably organized person and like to have a certain amount of routine in your life.

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The best UGG Boots.

(Wow. Even the internet hates me….)


You. Can. Only. Type. One. Word. Not as easy as you might think. Remember: one word answers.

1. Where is your mobile phone? Non-existent
2. Your significant other? Lyn
3. Your hair? Messy
4. Your mother? Deceased
5. Your father? Ray
6. Your favorite thing? Lyn
7. Your dream last night? Celtic
8. Your favorite drink? Cola
9. Your dream/goal? Writer-guy
10. The room you’re in? Messy
11. Your ex? Deceased
12. Your fear? Sharks
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Free
14. Where were you last night? Lounge
15. What you’re not? Famous
16. Muffins? Lyn’s
17. One of your wish list items? Novel
18. Where you grew up? Beach
19. The last thing you did? Edit
20. What are you wearing? Daggy
21. Your TV? Playstationing
22. Your pets? Finch
23. Your computer? Cruddy
24. Your life? Crises
25. Your mood? Exhausted
26. Missing someone? Lyn
27. Your car? Black
28. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes
29. Favorite Store? Book
30. Your summer? Past
31. Like someone? Few
32. Your favorite color? Burgundy
33. When is the last time you laughed? Earlier
34. Last time you cried? Hospital

Ah, well. So much for that. back to work…


Heart congratulations to the delightful Karen Miller, who recently made the shortlist for the James Tiptree Award. And the equally delighftul Robert Hoge, who was selected as a judge for next year’s World Fantasy Awards.

Friends in high places, man….


*Edit: After correspondences, Aiden has asked me to remove some passages from this post.*

I still remember the first concert my brother and I ever went to on our own. Back in the day, local radio station 96fm held a series of concerts. At the age of 12, I saw INXS, Ganggajang and Boom Crash Opera for the princely sum of $9.96.

By the time I was 15, I was a vet: I saw the Angels at the Entertainment Centre when I was 15, along with my girlfriend, my best friend, and my 12 year old brother, who achieved somewhat legendary status amongst my friends by virtue of falling asleep in the middle of the concert.

What’s all this got to do with anything? Well, Aiden is 15.

Up until the middle of last week, he was going to see The Foo Fighters in concert last night. He had two tickets. Things happened. Upshot: no tickets.

The concert was last night. Aiden’s first concert (okay, we won’t mention the free Vanessa Amorosi concert in the mall that his Mum took him to a few years back, or the Mentals concert earlier this year where he spent the entire time roaming the playground with mates. This was his first real 8000-of-us-all-together-in-a-giant-mosh-pit-in-a-whopping-great-stadium-with-the-smoke-and-the-light-show-and-the-support-bands-and-all-the-trimmings proper damn concert) and now he was going to miss out.

Fuck that.

The concert was sold out. I mean, duh, how long before a band this size comes back to Perth? I missed Pink Floyd in ’87 and they never came back. Madonna’s been once, and never again. Paul McCartney’s been once. Pearl Jam came on the back of their first album and then it was something like 15 years before they returned. Hell, even They Might Be Giants haven’t been back in over 6 years (Are you listening, John? John? Johns? Fellas?) We’re talking, potentially, once in a lifetime.

The ticket agency couldn’t help. Lyn’s brother Raymond used to work in venue security. Did he know anyone? Unfortunately, no. Lyn’s best friend’s daughter had mentioned a spare ticket a while back! Sold it. One by one, the possibilities dried up.

3pm, the day of the concert, a workmate turns to me: they might have a spare ticket. You still need one? Oh God, yes. Give her an hour, she’ll see what’s happening and call me. An hour later, she calls: no luck. The spare ticket has been promised to someone else after all. I’m disappointed, but grateful she tried. That’s it, really. I’m dry. Out of leads. Stick a fork in me and all that…

Lyn’s been trawling Ebay for some funky PJs for Connor. As a last resort, she decides to check for Foo Fighters tickets.

4.50pm. 2 hours before the concert starts, she finds one. 30 minutes drive away. Fuck me.

Aiden has it in his hands 45 minutes later. A couple whose babysitting options fell through that morning. It’s been on Ebay all day, 15 bucks cheaper than cost. Not a single bid, until us.

Is that providence, or what?

We were at the concert with 20 minutes to spare.

Was Aiden happy? Did he actually sing “I’ve got a golden ticket” as we drove up? 🙂

Aiden rocked out, and I sat in the Burswood Resort food hall for three hours: worked on some AHWA mentorship stuff, read from Sabine Baring-Gould’s The Book of Werewolves, and watched Newcastle down Sunderland 2-0 (shitbuggerbuggershit. Not that I care about Sunderland, but I have a triple digit IQ so I’m not allowed to be a Newcastle fan…).

Aiden left the concert half-deaf, clad in a tour t-shirt, and though he will refuse to admit it, fell asleep in the car on the way home. Yes. He was happy.

Engage smug mode……. smug mode engaged.


Give your six year old daughter a fish, and she’ll eat for a day. Teach her to play fish, and she’ll hand your arse back to you every goddamn time you play!