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!
My week of Monday 27 June to Sunday 3 July 2022 was full of fatigue and I don’t know why. I’m hoping it was just a routine week of blergh. In any event, the weekend saw the return of MORE RAIN, with 118.6mm recorded in the 24 hours to 9am today, and already another 46.8mm by 6pm, or just before.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 631: Lots of rain, lots of sleep, but not much else”
It’s Day 72 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. The results of his COVID-19 test from Tuesday’s magical nasopharyngeal swab have arrived.
Continue reading “The 9pm His Plague Diary 11”
It’s Day 70 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation and he’s developed a cough. It’s time to go for a COVID-19 test and experience the joy of a nasopharyngeal swab.
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My week of Monday 13 to Sunday 19 April 2020 saw me write the first proper article in nearly a month. It’s an amazing change. And the weekly podcasts continue. Is this a new pattern?
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 516: Even the cockatoos are suffering during the COVID-19 lockdown”
It’s Day 10 is Stilgherrian’s isolation, at least how he’s counting it. America is doomed, and the Easter Bunnies in Wentworth Falls look very sad indeed.
Continue reading “The 9pm His Plague Diary 3”
Monday 22 to Sunday 28 April 2019 was another short working week thanks to Easter Monday and Anzac Day, but it served as a launchpad for things to come — including some stupid podcast ideas.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 465: Short week with cybers and jerkbirds”