the sleepover never ends

July 23, 2014

twin beds


this thing

Welcome to Suburbia/the Madhouse

July 23, 2014

Two of Gotham (Melbourne)’s finest creatures of the shadows: Nightwing and Poison Ivy (aka Dick Grayson and Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley aka Nathaniel and Caroline) have made the move away from the city centre and into the leafy suburbs.

Here on an otherwise unremarkable street hides one of Gotham’s darkest residences: Arkham Asylum.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

In other words, our lease was up, we were tired of not having the internet and all the other little niggley problems we had put up with for the past year.

Something had to give.

A friend of mine from work went overseas with her boyfriend for about four months, leaving a very large room vacant in their household of seven.  Usually I would never consider moving into a house with this many people (especially after the joy that was MacMurray Road), but the other inhabitants have very different schedules and are rarely seen and seldom heard.  And the house is more than ample to accommodate (despite having only one bathroom–it defies logic, I know).

It means Caroline and I are sharing a (like I said, very large) room, but considering we did for five months when we first arrived (hostels and Alice’s living room) that is hardly an issue.

At the end of October we’ll start looking seriously for somewhere new.


May 23, 2014


Photo by Cydney Holm

In Development Hell

May 22, 2014

He lay in bed, in the dark, and scrolled the Internet on his phone. He saw a GIF from a romantic film where the leading man was kissing into the leading woman’s neck over and over and over as she laughed and turned her head away, baring more of her neck to his embrace. In his head he switched himself for the leading man and the leading woman for her, imagining a world in which this could be his reality. His stomach dropped, then clenched and released and his vision wavered slightly. He realised he was terrified. What if it were truly possible? For several weeks, every now and then, he had been allowing himself to imagine such a thing, but in reality it seemed so far off as to be almost insurmountable and he kept shutting the thoughts away in order to protect himself.

Beard lasers engaged

April 30, 2014

beard lasers engaged


March 22, 2014

There are minor dis-satisfactions in life, which, while they remain unknown in their particulars, are nothing more than a vague and intangible gnawing in one’s subconscious.
He had been feeling one of these for at least several weeks, and in a quiet moment at work had stopped to examine it.  He was feeling… stuck?  No, that wasn’t it exactly.  But almost.  He hadn’t left the city in over a year.  Hadn’t ventured further than several kilometres out of the city centre.  Not since arriving.  The last time he had driven, really driven, was on the way to the airport just over twelve months ago.  He realised he missed it.  Maybe he did feel stuck.  Restricted by the distance only his own two feet and public transport could afford.
He sat at work, selling tickets to films, and realised that in bringing this idea from his unconscious into his conscious thoughts he had only amplified the gnawing.  So what was he to do next?
He sold another ticket to another film.
He wrote his thoughts down.
He would mull it over.
He sold another ticket.


Small Update

February 8, 2014

Hi everyone.

Sorry I haven’t been posting on here.  It’s tough being without ready access to the internet on my home computer, I can’t upload pictures easily, I can’t write posts easily.  If I want to post something it takes effort and planning, and clearly that hasn’t been working for me.

In any case: I’m doing really well.  I love Melbourne despite the over 40° heat (which is actually not as bad as I expected).  I think humid heat like we get back home is much worse.  Work is good, church is great.  Caroline says I don’t spend enough time with her because I spend too much time with Jesus (aka church stuff).

Not having the internet is literally the worst thing I can say about my life here.  That and the fact that I haven’t left the city since arriving, which is coming up on a year in a couple of weeks.  But while I want to travel a bit and see things, Melbourne is more than diverting enough to keep me engaged and entertained.

Talk soon!


Harry’s boys grabbed their gaffs

December 16, 2013

The younger boy thrust his hook underwater, jerked the hook into the belly of a fish, stopped the fish, turned it on a point of pure agony.
The fish came drifting alongside, languid with shock, avoiding any motion that might make the agony worse.
Harry’s younger boy gave the hook a wrenching yank. The new, deeper agony made the fish walk on his tale, topple into the Mary with a rubbery crash.
Harry slammed the head of the fish with his mighty mall. The fish lay dead.

God Bless You, Mr Rosewater
Kurt Vonnegut

the feels

November 26, 2013

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time

And so it is
The shorter story
No love no glory
No hero in her sky

I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time

And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial

I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

Did I say that I loathe you
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind

I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind…
…my mind…
…my mind…
Until I find somebody new

Damien Rice
The Blower’s Daughter

and have I mentioned swoon

October 22, 2013

(This has been a Wes Anderson appreciation post).


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