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December! 2010!

What. A. Year. It’s pretty much done: one more day of day-job, several weeks of resting AND writing, and then back for another round in 2011. January seems so long ago I can’t even remember what I wanted to get out of this year. Of course, I *should* have written …

Chocolate Friday

Today I had a chocolate bar. Which is not of interest in & of itself, except with relation to the fact that I rarely eat chocolate bars & don’t even remember the last time I ate a chocolate bar or what that chocolate bar might’ve been. But today I was …

Because it’s just been that kind of year

It started with the life-threatening cut to the wrist that covered my kitchen in blood, but successfully missed all major arteries. (Wouldn’t think it to see the bloody mess we cleaned up at 3am.) It continued, with the home break-in that resulted in one smashed window ($400+, thank-you very much) …

Big realisations for the day

Realisation #1: there’s an event in the Great Unsaleable novel that I’ve had pegged as the end-of-act-1 event. Trouble is, of course, this means Act 1 is about 50,000 words long (if Scrivener is to be believed). I’ve tried shifting stuff out to the later acts, but a lot of …

Charles

Having Charlie Brown suddenly not there is like losing one of the landmarks that lets you know you’re home. One of my favourite Charles memories: fossicking in that library of his while he told me secrets about Gene Wolfe and Carter Brown. God damn. Follow @deborah_b

Flying just got less fun

Snakes on a plane — for real. (So they say. Who trusts the mainstream media anymore?) Fumigated the little devils to death. Wouldn’t you just love to be on THAT plane now, eh? *cough* *cough* *gasp for breath* Follow @deborah_b

Tall glass of water

Typing has been slowed at chateau deborahb owing to an altercation with a glass of cold water over the weekend. It’s hard to say who won. Me, I ended up with five stitches in my wrist (& post-traumatic flashbacks to the moment I thought I was dead). The glass of …

Job lot

There’s something reassuring about being jobless in a sea of joblessness. Nobody asks you much about *why* you’re jobless. The same string of suspicious questions you usually face about your peripatetic approach to the day job don’t come up. Oh, sure, they still pose the usual ‘why did you leave …

And not a moment too soon

I have updated my website! A cobbler’s children are always the last to have new shoes, & seeing as I used to make websites, naturally I had a bulk of day-job distaste for the idea of re-designing my own site. But once I installed the WordPress blog, I realised a …

Links: Katrina

From body_impolitic: And then there’s the other truth: Racism has always been used to divide people from other people with common interests, and it’s a very useful tool. African-American poet and writer Audre Lorde, self-described “Black lesbian, mother, warrior, poet” said, “The master’s tools will not dismantle the master’s house.” …

Burning Man Just Got Safer

Which is good, because strangedave & doctor_k_ will be there this year. Hinkamp, who works as a Burning Man volunteer, said he was riding his bike away from the crowd gathered for the torching of the tall wooden sculpture that marks the festival when he saw the clown coming toward …

Who is this ‘they’ of which they speak?

“They say money can’t buy you happiness,” I said, “but I say hand it over! Those freaks just aren’t trying.” “Yeah,” said J., “Anyway, I’d rather be rich & unhappy than poor & unhappy any day.” “Good point!” *pause to contemplate all the things we could do with money* “They …

Sometimes I write notes to myself. This is such a note.

Discovering a cheerful ‘help yourself!’ sign in the kitchen at work, & beneath the sign a plate of fruit buns (you know, like hot cross buns, except for the fact it’s not Easter), & hearing myself inadvertently shout, “Ooooh, fruit buns!” before collecting one particularly plump, shiny bun to drop …

Vale Valhalla

So, I’ve only just heard about the demise of the Valhalla Cinema in Glebe, & though it’s a shame to lose that crazy old arthouse den, on the other hand I’m not surprised. Because of the smell. That place always smelled bad. And it was creepy. I felt like I …

Just another day at the office

The players: N. = male, late fifties, delightfully full European accent. D. = me. No accent. Or age. Or… well, female. The play: N., with great aplomb & a certain amount of wincing, slowly lowers himself to one knee, clasps hold of D.’s hand and touches his forehead to her …

Why I want to be Heath Ledger

Allens Fantales: Australian chewy choc-caramel lollies with biographies of celebrities on the wrappers. They work like this: Person 1, chewing, & speaking awkwardly with a mouth full of chewy choc-caramel, reading their lolly wrapper: “So. I got Madonna. That whore. Did you know her second name was Louise? So who’d …

Linkity-split

chork — v. (chork) — to make the sound shoes make with water in them. (Thanks, capnoblivious.) And BTW, I LOVE this weather. I hadn’t even noticed the absence of rain in Sydney until the news reports started blah blah blahing about water restrictions, but now that classic Sydney rain …

Today

Today had to buy a card for a friend in palliative care (ie. the care you get when there’s not a lot more care to give) & I went into the newsagency looking for something cheerful on the outside & blank on the inside. Like a lot of people I’ve …