Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
Saturday is my morning off work and exercise. Jane has a swim but I just go for a walk around West End. The markets are on at the footy club so I normally strap on the mask and head to this little Philippino food stall for some chicken on a stick. (Or pork if the dirty bird has run out).
I sincerely hope Iceland isn’t trolling me because I am Seriously using this for deadline.
When I was a kid my rich cousins used to get all the good show bags. I’m still seething with envy decades later. But discovering that (1) the most popular show bag is a now $3 Bertie Beetle sampler and that, (2) Lindt takes the piss with a HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE DOLLAR offering, makes me feel a little better.
If a terrible chocolate beetle is number one, then obviously a new generation of children is feeling just as poorly done by as I did.
I looked up from the screen yesterday to find I had a visitor. This disturbingly large heckhound. He’d bailed up the two labs and was eying off the cat as a potential snack.
I distracted him with some kibble and got the Council dog dude around to pick him up. The dog dude said it was his third time in the paddy wagon.
I found this as I was cleaning up some old Ninefax files. I must have submitted it on the way to the airport because we flew out for Europe the day it was published. That was the last time I flew anywhere for a long time, and we seemed to be a couple of days ahead of the bug everywhere we went. It feels odd, too, that I nailed the pandemic to Xi Jinping’s forehead well before SloMo got in trouble for doing the same thing.
I haven’t even caught the thing yet, and I’m sick of it. I’m glad I had the booster last week, even though the new variants blow right through it. It might still make the difference between a bad date with Ms Rona and the full Captain Trips experience.
I’ve been playing around with ideas for a Felafel TV series. Don’t get too excited because God knows I’m not. I’m just playing around with it in my downtime. There are many obstacles to adaptation, firstly finding somebody with a couple of million dollarydoos to pay for it.