In memory of the dear, departed Kings of Rockney:
That way, when the aliens land, they’ll know who to enslave.
I don’t know what’s cooler– that he’ll cop a share of the 1M pounds plus reward, or that the British Museum maintains a ‘flying squad’…..
BIT THE FIRST: SCIENCE, THE LAND OF 2ND-HAND COMEDY
Just when you think paleoscience is a field populated by old guys with their long, receding silver hair tied back into ponytails that weren’t even fashionable when they were supposed to be, and whose language and interests are as dry and dusty as the fossilised turds they spend half their lives digging out of some godforsaken desert (Actually, I don’t really think that. I’ve always wanted to be a paleontologist, always always always, and frankly, I’m just bitter and jealous because it never happened), comes this wonderful bit of comedic happenstance to help you realise that these guys just have to be as brilliant and cool as their jobs.
The thagomizer. Use it in conversation today.
BIT THE SECOND: WTF QUESTIONS
For no reason at all, whilst driving in the car with Connor this morning, in the midst of no conversation at all, out he pops with this question:
Daddy, do penguins do popoffs?
Where’s the chapter on that, Christopher Green, you bastard?*
BIT THE THIRD: I KNEW HIM WHEN HE WAS JUST A FOLK SINGER
Anyone who’s been paying attention will know that I’ve been pimping one Jason Fischer as the next great thing in Australian SF.
He’s just won first prize in his quarter of this year’s Writers Of The Future.
Prophecy ful-fucking-FILLED, baby!
Boy’s gonna be a legend, mark my words.
*Christopher Green refers, of course, to the well-known Australian parenting author, not the uber-cool, long-haired, mad as a cut snake, Gene-Simmons-boots-wearing Melburnian SF author, who is a pal and almost 100% guaranteed not to be a bastard. Although he may be Mafia.
The reading period for Midnight Echo Issue 4, edited by yours truly, has officially opened, and will be open until January 31st next year. (January 31st being well known to horror buffs as Mostly Hollow’s Eve, when all the witches of the world ride forth to get their hair done and have a pedicure).
Sub guidelines can be found here, but the cool bits can be summaried thus: 1c per word to 5000 words for fiction with a maximum payment of $50; we also take poetry, artwork AND serial art; and I get bored with Cthulhuain slavering tentacle monster stories 🙂
Midnight Echo is the magazine of the Australian Horror Writer’s Association, whose annual membership fee covers subscription to the magazine, so as well as getting paid you are guaranteed to be read by the entire membership of the AHWA, which (to the best of my knowledge) is certainly over a couple of hundred and may be as high as 4 or 5 billion, if you include intestinal parasites.
And if you don’t think being read by billions of intestinal parasites is cool, well……….. you’re probably *not* going to write what we’re looking for. If, however, the idea makes you wonder where they put the water cooler, it’s time to get writing 🙂