Trysting Fields

Charlie Says

We have domain!

Do we have domain mapping? Well, no.

But who cares?

DOMAIN!

So happy right now. (And I'm not on even on drugs. For once.)

UPDATE - But I'm about to be. Braincells? Who needs 'em etc

There's Something About Nitrous Oxide

The IGA down the road just started stocking those whipped cream soda bulbs with NO in them, and there's something about it which really pulls everything into focus.

That glorious trembling-on-the-edge-of-the-abyss moment when you suddenly Understand. Y'know? You understand everything. And it's so beautiful. And then you fall..

Ahh..

..dies..

And then you wake up.

And there's all these people swirling around.. my Mum.. baby sis (the original Toots).. everyone I've ever had sex with is in there. Mite & Firedrake are in there.. Lady J.. the accursed Mr Henley.

So many people, swirling around. Are any of them even real? Or am I just imagining them? Is there a difference? What a ridiculous question. But beautifully so.

But it isn't the afterglow.. it's the moment.. that moment when you see through infinite worlds and you swoon and bite your lip and it's a beautiful gesture and it's perfect and.. ahh.. the beautiful language-crucifying perfection of it all. And simultaneously there's this ahh.. and you feel pain and taste blood and the ahh is actually nasty grinding ouch. And the beautiful flaw that makes the whole cosmic punchline so perfect is actually, you know, quite a serious problem (of course - how could it be otherwise?) and it's gonna be a lot of work.. and back in the meatshow you've just gouged a great big chunk out of your lip and it hurts.

But you gotta laugh, incha.

Without the sour, baby etc

Beltaine In "Not Wrong" Shock

Toots really is Chesh in drag.

Don't tell anyone I told you; bitch'll have my spinal fluid.

UPDATE - Community Service Announcement: This is Beltaine spoofing Toots, and not the real Toots.

Soiled Keyboard

Grimsby has been hard at work. Early yesterday afternoon, at great personal inconvenience to me, I spilled an entire cup of coffee over my keyboard.

After that it mysteriously stopped working. I think we all know who's responsible.

I got by for the rest of the day by typing with my mouse onto an onscreen software keyboard that I found by cutting & pasting the words "onscreen keyboard mac" - one letter at a time, natch - into Google.

This morning I was able to borrow an interim keyboard off somebody which will tide me over until I can afford a new one.

So what's really happened here? My Schedule of Destruction has simply expanded to include my old keyboard, which was dirty and cruddy and needed to be eliminated anyway. I have lost nothing. Not even time - because (as regular readers will know) I don't believe in it.

In your FACE, forces of darkness.

Alexis & Avery

Alexis is back, again.

And the legendary Avery Cardoza was back for about five minutes but now appears to be gone.

Grimsby, shakes fist etc

Time To Die, 2005

neurocam is not a cursed trampoline

robert henley is not krusty the klown, sitting on his front porch with a shotgun

Why Do I Always Have

The nagging sense that I'll never really be complete unless I take a picture of every book I own and post them all along with an explanation of what each one means to me?

Does anyone else get this? Is there a name for it?

It's Night Time

Old Homage To Constance

From May; I never got around to posting these at the time.

I still get sad sometimes about what happened with Constance. It doesn't seem to have bothered her too much though, so I suppose I shouldn't.

She was really nasty to me. I can't be having with that.

People, eh.

Monday 7th of November

Was the first anniversary of my move to Melbourne. I only just realized. Time flies.

I should have celebrated. So much has happened. It has been a unique twelve months.

But I was too preoccupied with other things to even notice.

My Tuesday In Pictures

by Operative Pulat
aged 29 and 2 months

4:24am: Get up.

5am - 5:30am: Predawn emailage.

5:30am - 6am: Tram it to work.

6am-9am: Work.

9am-12pm: Participate in anti-IR reforms protest, inadvertantly exposing Operative Li Han to emotionally threatening situation.

12pm-12:30pm: Tram it back to my 'hood.

12:30pm-1pm: Grocery shopping.

1:30pm-2pm: Arrive home.

2pm-3:15pm: Bloggage, pay perilously overdue electricity bill etc.

3:30pm-5pm: Beers at Espy with P.

(He's lost his false front tooth. The effect is well scary.)

5pm-5:30pm: Haircut.

5:30pm-7pm: Home again, some emailage.

7pm-7:30pm: Tram it back into town. Camera battery dies.

8pm-9:30pm: Turns out to have been a wasted trip anyway. Come home.

9:30pm-10:30pm: Smoke bongs, curse enemies etc

11pm: Go to bed.

Well That Was Quite Something

From Tomorrow The Signs Are Going Up

NADA MANSON FOR PRESIDENT.

Be afraid.

Do not be afraid. Be brave, for a glorious new era beckons. Vote Nada!

This Is Important

I'd rant at greater length but pleasingly that would be fairly redundant.

Federation Square.
9am.
Tomorrow.

NaNoWriMo Redux

November is well upon us (how the hell did that happen?) and accordingly I received a reminder mail the other week from NaNoWriMo. I was seriously intending to enter it this year. Alas, as things transpire, I've too much else to accomplish.

Maybe I'll do it solo in a few months. Or I'll enter next November. Perhaps I'll do both. We'll see.

Chris Baty's book arrived from Amazon a little while ago. It looks pretty good.

I'd developed quite an intricate concept for my novel. But then I decided it had become too intricate (and I was too attached) to throw it away on some zany disposable speed-writing project.

So I conceived an alternative premise, which I could take less seriously: a no-holds-barred pornographic work starring Neurocam's poly-talented enquiries and admin wunderkind Ms L. V. "Elvie" Jones.

She says she's looking forward to reading it.

She's my kinda gal.

Four Quintessentially Nietzschian Words That I Have Found Very Useful

• Will
• Power
• Abyss
• Destroy

Thanks, Friedrich!

Reading your prose gives me headaches and nosebleeds. But you were, without a doubt, the man.

Phone Saga Concluded

Virgin lied to me. Upon visiting them in person, I discovered 6101s were in season after all. And there was much rejoicing.

I also scored a discarded umbrella on the same day, in an unrelated incident.

John Fowles Dead

Victory for the Trysting Fields campaign!

UPDATE: The post cited above just got linked by the BBC!

Everything's All Good

Yes, it is!

These Spam Names Are Gold

"Surprise V. Bugger"
"Prudish C. Mellows"

Spam - where have you been all my life?

Screw The Troops

I'm with American Guy. This "I oppose the war but I support the troops" stuff is bullshit.

I don't support the war, and moreover I don't support "our" troops.

They chose to join the army. How very unfortunate for them (and their loved ones) that they were stupid enough to voluntarily sign up for a job which routinely involves being sent to oil-rich middle eastern countries and getting shot, blown up and generally given a hard time by pesky locals who won't get with the program. My heart bleeds. Screw the troops.

Happy Couple, Park Bench, Dog

There you go.

Wedding Invitation

My sister's wedding is on the 17th of December. I'm getting used to the idea but it still seems kind of weird. My sister can't get married; she's just a kid [*], it's ridiculous. She and her nordic beau make a lovely couple though.

I will always remember when she phoned to tell me about this, back in April - I was sat on a chaise lounge at a bar on Alexandra St in a mask, surrounded by other masked strangers, mostly playing chess with each other. The first person I told was 2ript (now in exciting new package), who I had never met in person before. Naturally at the time I didn't even know who he was.

[*] She is 26 years old; your mileage may vary.