I’m just going to say it very quietly, so that we don’t get unduly excited or anything, but for the first time in I genuinely don’t remember how long, I’ve just written a thousand words.
Honestly, it just reads like life goals to me…
The new, resurrected 5 for Friday continues. This time, prompted by a conversation with Luscious and Darth Barbie, I’m looking at five bands that provided a connection between me and our late son Blake.
Five for Friday: Future of the PastContinue reading “5 FOR FRIDAY: MUSIC FOR BLAKE”
What do you know? Will and I dated the same girl in High School.
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…
A couple of pieces still to be added, as soon as the postie brings me my Bricklink orders, but to all intents and purposes, The Bugbeast– the container ship at the centre of my display for Bricktober 2021– is finished.
Escape From New York. Done.
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!Continue reading “FIVE GRAPHIC NOVEL MINI-REVIEWS: A TRIP TO PERTH MEANS SPENDING BIG, 2021 EDITION”
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:
I spoke earlier this week about my plans for 2021, including returning to my regular blogging features, such as 5 for Friday. So what better way to kick off a new year of this feature than by expanding on my previous comments and detailing five goals I want to achieve, and maintain, during the coming year.
5 for Friday: Days to Come.Continue reading “5 FOR FRIDAY: 2021”
As discussed earlier, I’m determined to get myself back on track in 2021. Writing, exercising, eating well, being a good and kind and lovely person and all that shit… and blogging. So let’s get back to some of the regular features that this little stream-of-consciousness blethersite once featured, beginning with Thumbnail Thursday.Continue reading “NEW YEAR, NEW RESOLVE, NEW THUMBS”
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.
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Good morning from Will, who clearly knew my boss at the City of Rockingham.
Good morning from Willy S: writer of bitching plays; inventor of burplicious words; and, apparently, predictor of American Republicans…
I’m not sure what is says about me as a teacher, that I passed a “Shakespearean Insults” desk calendar at the calendar shop and immediately thought “That’s the very thing to greet my students with every day!”, but here we are.
So, if it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for we few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Here’s biting my thumb at you.
All the Gods pass through here. The walls are thick with photos: Odin, back in the two-eyed days; Zoroaster poking two fingers up behind Zarathustra’s head; Kali with her arms around Mister Vitelli. A lot of Gods with Mister Vitelli. He might own the place, but you’ve never met a bigger starfucker in your life. And Mister Vitelli has lived several.
Truth is, nobody knows how long Mister Vitelli’s been around. I tried to map it out, once. Build a chronology using the photos as a guide. But times runs kinky here. Gods are natural phenomena. Black holes with daddy issues. Supernovae with bar tabs. The laws of physics and men get bent for party tricks in this place. All I know is, Mister Vitelli is old. Like, cosmic old. All the Gods call him ‘Mister’. That should tell you all you really need to know.
I saw him, once. From a distance. I was tending bar, trying to keep Circe and Freya from turning the bar top into a live action porn show. Again. He was at a table with a God I didn’t recognise. Someone lean, and modern, all darkness and bad intentions. Even through a halo of Goddess hair and love sweat, I could tell—this was a bad news kind of God, a no-future kind of God. And whatever he was pitching, Mister Vitelli was angry.
I’ve been trying to preserve half an hour a night for writing this year. No expectations, no markets in mind, just half an hour where, even if all I do is stare at a blank screen every night, I’m doing nothing other than writing behaviours. I’ve managed bugger all for a week, but tonight, well…… that. What you just read.
Maybe it’s a start. Maybe it’s nothing. I have no expectations.
But maybe it’s a start.
The first mixed movie quote for the year, and it’s a classic horror movie Lord 16 has been nagging us relentlessly since the age of twelve to watch. The Exorcist isn’t particularly scary anymore — after fifty years of imitations, homages, rip-offs, and downright immersion in the cultural zeitgeist, it’s still brilliant enough to be disquieting, and disturbing, but the sheer terror I underwent when watching it for the first time at age fourteen has gone.
So, because I am a loving and supportive father who wants my son to experience all the wonders and emotional highs I’ve gone through, I’ve set this quote to a movie I know gives him the creeping abdabs…… because that’s what love is.