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Just hangin’

So I found myself in some pretty sweet company the other day when I was checking myself out on Google Books: No actual novels there, I notice, but it’s a fair cop I guess. Advertisements

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Come Tweet with Me…

You may or may not be aware that the annual Emerging Writers Festival is on again in Melbourne right now. It’s a festival that’s exciting and close to our hearts here in chez Chewton, not only because it’s a festival

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Published – Mea Culpa

I have a word-based contribution on cordite at the mo, part of the oz-ko (envoy) issue, which is the prelude to the forthcoming oz-ko issue that will feature Korean poets translated into English and Australian poets translated into Hangul, which,

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Published: Best Australian Poems 2010

Welcome to the latest episode of Brag Along with Adam, in which I continue to talk about my publication successes, this time the poem I got in Best Australian Poems 2010, the fact of which makes me go all squeeeeeeee

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Torpedo 6: The Bullet

The latest output from those avian simians at Falcon vs. Monkey is Torpedo 6, aka The Bullet. It’s chockers with good comic love (and the occasional short story) by many excellent comickal types from around the globe. Standouts for me

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It’s not every day you get rejected by proxy by the guy who co-created Spider-Man

Dear Mr. Snyder, Bob from the Steve Ditko Comics Weblog passed your email address to me. I’m writing to you with a question for Mr. Steve Ditko about a possible artist’s commission. I run a gag website called Monkey Punch

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Friday Night Video: Vale Bud Tingwell

more about “The Battle of Clarendon St“, posted with vodpod Bud Tingwell died today. I met him, once, very briefly, when he recorded the voiceover for the above. When I pitched the idea to Bud’s agent, I told her that

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Quelle Grammage!
only a fan of 2/3s of the folk in this pic but mesmerised by the story @angustrumble relates below it. . . . I watched last evening’s general election coverage (ABC, natch) in the company of a high Commonwealth official, among others in an undisclosed location, whose name, it soon emerged, may not appear on the electoral roll for reasons of national security. I confess that gave me a bit of a thrill. Canberra: Bless! However, it was also fascinating, extraordinary, in due course to witness that person’s several mobile phones evidently going bonkers, and the measured plans, contingencies, forecasts, blue books of an entire federal bureaucracy duly (one presumed) shredded, turned upside down, just like that. Nothing at all was said, I should emphasise. One simply observed the body language, which was moderately graphic. Whichever way you look at it, this has been an astounding personal victory for Prime Minister Scott Morrison. He believes in miracles, the sexy thing. Pre-polling methodologies in this country, meanwhile, have quite obviously met with serial unforced error on a colossal, epic scale. Who would ever pay them good money again? On my way home, I collided with the (ex-)campaign manager of one of the independent ACT Senate candidates who was alone, drunk and in despair. The campaign manager, that is, not the candidate. This was at about half past eleven on the corner of Jardine and Eyre Streets in Kingston, right next to the rubbish tin, you know, the rectangular green one. He told me he wanted to burn everything down, which was worrying enough, but then he suddenly hurled his mobile phone into the gutter—smashed it to bits—and staggered off into the night. I found myself wondering: Who would touch politics with a barge pole? I should add that this frightening encounter left me, literally, picking up his bits and bobs, then dutifully popping them in the bin. Responsible, me. Back home, I had a cuppa and played patience. I’m not kidding. . . . #Repost @angustrumble with @make_repost
A chance op shop encounter with this Death Liger Lion of Chaos duelmasters card case has done NOTHING to help my attempts to not buy one of this sucker’s namesake toys on ebay. #duelmasters #deathliger #deathligerlionofchaos #metalasfuck #toys
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They come up after rain. I often wonder how they feel lying under the ground at right angles to their purpose. #chewton #railspike