Five years ago today I signed over the digital rights for Felafel and The Tasmanian Babes Fiasco to my then publishers, Pan MacMillan.
Famously, things went a bit pear-shaped shortly after.
It was nothing to do with those titles, but it did mean that they were locked up inside the company vault for the next five years.
I wrote to the publisher yesterday and requested that the rights be reverted. They kindly agreed.
And so, a happy moment…
I should be posting this over at Patreon, but it’s not the sort rubbish I want cluttering up people’s email, so I’m writing my thoughts here instead. The nice thing about Substack is that even though it’s designed as an email first platform, they’ve generously built in this nice blogging option too.
Tip o’ the propellor beanie to Beeso who sent me this much appreciated link to a critical gush job over at Rolling Stone. The subject of all the gushing? Cinemax.
No idea where this is going to stream in Australia. Hopefully not on Ten, but it’s a fair chance given the CBS connection. I think I’d have to buy it on iTunes if it ended up on FTA, butchered by ads.
A thing I learned since we last talked; Vladimir Putin’s grandad was Josef Stalin’s chef. He lived to tell of it, and to gift us a bunch of Putin memes and GRU plots. But I suppose we can’t hold that against Grandpa Putin. The memes, at least, are fun.
The new Star Wars tactical fighter game looks pretty amazing. I could watch the gameplay video all day long.
Like a lot of people I know way too much about American politics. And I am sooo looking forward to cutting back on my roster of Never Trump podcasts, former Obama staffer newsletters and desperate pre-dawn headline checks with the New York Times and Washington Post. Having gorged myself on this shit for nearly four years now I’m constantly amazed by the idea of the ‘low information voter’ in America. I wonder, “How can you not?!?”
If you’re reading this, I am probably eating scrambled eggs. No. Seriously. I’m pretty much always eating scrambled eggs. A champion at the breakfast table, naturally, they’re also personal faves for lunch and dinner when I can’t be bothered thinking of anything else to eat.
One of the most successful posts I’ve put up back at the old Burger was an entry entitled ‘Build me a marine.’ I asked everyone to contribute backstory deets for a hard-assed Marine Corps commander who eventually became Colonel J. Lonesome Jones.
I just finished Jones’s reintroduction to the series for WW 3.1 and it felt good.