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A new (and rather delayed) update to Third Time Round is up. Back to what you were doing, now.

You know that scene at the end of bad action movies, where the grizzled and slightly bloodied hero hugs the buxom blonde with the suggestively torn denim shirt on top of the slightly burning pile of rubble? The one where the villian, who seemed to have been defeated with the one mighty punch, rises up

Well, it looks like act 2 of the screenplay that is my life has been written for me, courtesy of the events of yesterday — and most notably, the events of last night. But before we begin, a quick bit of scene-setting, via a recap of yesterday’s more ordinary daytime activities. Zoe’s health has improved

I swear, one day I’m selling our family story as a screenplay. Sure, it’s a little unbelievable, right up to the point where that little line of text scrolls across the screen, stating that “The events you’re about to see are all based on a true story. Only the names have been retained to implicate

OK, so here’s how the plans for the past two days were meant to go: Monday: Public holiday for the rest of the worky types, work day for the freelancer types. Alex to work on his download video feature, write some short form reviews for a few other publications and get in some free play

While things could be better right now, they could also be worse. And the one upside of being in a hospital is that they hook you up to weird technology, like the ultrasound machine that produced this image of our as-yet-unborn bub. I’ve animated it to make the features clearer: And before anyone worries, no,

Ask me a question along the lines of “How much life support do you want us to give your unborn child?”