Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
Last weekend I mentioned Fireball XL-5 and a conversation about Gerry Anderson Supermarionation TV shows ensued. So tonight I was very pleased to stumble upon Peter Cook and Dudley Moore’s wickedly accurate parody, Superthunderstingcar.
Joy.
Thanks to BoingBoing for the pointer.
I’ve made a few changes to this website over this long weekend. If you’re interested in the details, geekishly or otherwise, read on.
Billy Law, the photographer I wrote about the other day, has taken an excellent photograph of my partner ’Pong.
For a cranky old Catholic priest from Melbourne, Father Bob has a sense of humour that’s positively schoolboy. Scroll down for the Easter cartoon.
A wooden gate, a veranda flag, a discarded mattress — all have meaning in May Street, St Peters, Sydney. I took this photo on the way to a client’s office on Tuesday.
Thank the gods, it’s a long weekend.