I've reached a quiet decision. Steampunk is marvelous; I love it, and I have greatly enjoyed my many and various excursions therein, both fantastic (e.g. my book series), and in the real world. By that I mean the inventing, building, sculpting, costuming and ultimately cosplaying my wacko combos. And as much fun as it is …
Category: Musings
Living with the Disabled
My life is consumed by having to live in a family full of defective, dysfunctional humans. Every hour. Every day. Let me give you an example: They cannot stack plates properly. It's very distressing.
Zen Pencil; ‘Living Without Purpose’
I'm a ship with a hundred sails and no compass; no map. I'm blown across an ocean of possibilities, never in any one place for long.
“Your injuries are important to us. Your ambulance will arrive in .. 22 .. minutes”
There was another crash on the Pacific Motorway this morning. Traffic was backed up for a good 10 km in one direction, and 15 in the other. The longest queue was on the non-crash side. According to the media: People were slowing down to look. I say 'Bollocks'. I've driven past a 'fresh' crash. It had just …
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Cosplay – You’re Doing it Wrong!
I've seen this time and time again: I spent 300 hours creating a costume and people walked right past me. But when Darth Vader walks by, he gets mobbed.
Playing Mind Ball with Ant Farm
Suddenly the new buzz was Ant Farm, "an avant-garde architecture, graphic arts, and environmental design practice, founded in San Francisco in 1968 ...
“Elf Oil”
It was 1983. I had been in Sydney a bare few days. It was my first (and as it transpired, temporary) act of immigration. We'd taken up residency on a mattress in an empty room in a rental house with some other Kiwis - already seasoned Aussies. Next day I heard, as our hostess bounced out …
‘How I became a Successful Stalker!’
I became obsessed with a voice. A voice I first heard way back in the 1960s, in the middle of a pop-song that was climbing the charts at the time. It came, it went, and I gave it little thought for the next 4 decades...
The Impossible Tablecloth
There is, however, one curious detail about Leonardo’s Last Supper that no-one has ever commented on before...
The Day I started School
A successful day involved eating my lunch and getting home without being accosted by either friend or foe. Autism: It’s a sort of invisible stretchy membrane that prevents a lot of stuff getting transmitted either way.
