
Yep; once again week eighteen was a victim of what the late, great Steve Gerber called the Dreaded Deadline Doom. Here’s what I’ve been very busy doing.
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Yep; once again week eighteen was a victim of what the late, great Steve Gerber called the Dreaded Deadline Doom. Here’s what I’ve been very busy doing.
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A slower than usual week, although I rather needed it. Still, broadband was tested, blackberries were kept appy and security came up one more time. Also, strange things were afoot at the circle K.

This week was unusual in all sorts of personal ways, but on the publication front, things soldiered on… mostly. Apart from Wednesday, which was my first freelancer “sick day”… I think… ever. (more…)

A week in which things took an entertainment slant, with dragons, doctors and a surprise appearance by Metal Mickey.
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Many things happened this week, not all of them good, and not all of them within my usual home state. A week in which I complained about the great and mighty, got hypnotised by science and bootlegs and waterboarded in the name of chasing shipfish. The very shipfish in this exact photo.

You know who can deliver a good stomping? Elephants. Yeah, I know, I’m meant to be all about the Hippos, but Elephants are cool too. I wouldn’t want to get on their bad side.

I’m not sure I’ve ever written about such a broad set of themes, from massive smartphones (some of which you can’t have) to building your own emergency toilet to the inevitable steamed hams. It’s been that kind of week. (more…)

In which I discuss Australia’s 4G scene, phones you can’t have and whether it’s possible to gnaw your own face off…
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