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!
How about five of them? Quack! My week of Monday 31 August to Sunday 6 September 2026 was a mixed bag of naps and minor victories. I had hoped to get a lot more planning and organising done, but there was a lot more to sort through than I’d estimated. It was stressful.
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My week of Monday 24 to Sunday 30 August 2026 began at a conference in Bowral, where I managed to check out the local bird life as well as learning things. Once back n Sydney, I got some client work done. I fed two cats while their humans were away. And there was progress of a sort in the saga of The Lost Module.
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