Democratic societies aren’t new. They’ve been around for centuries, fading in and out of fashion and favour across the globe. They vary in form and substance, law and regulation, but ultimately aspire to the same goal: to produce a leadership comprised of the people, with a mandate to rule in their best interests. It’s a… Continue reading The Right to Rule
2016 is a Census year in Australia. Anyone following the news, even overseas, will have heard of the massive debacle that befell the Bureau of Statistics on August 9th. For the first time, the survey could be completed online, and when the entire population logged on, with the apparent help of some conveniently placed hackers,… Continue reading Light at the End of the Spectrum
In preparation for my 30th birthday, I scoured the interwebs for steampunk accessories that met a couple of basic criteria: a) They matched my outfit b) They didn’t require me to mortgage my soul to pay for them I managed to get most of the things I needed, but one cosplay accessory alluded my… Continue reading Punking the Nerf
I decided to make some ‘calm down’ bottles for my son. He has some wild emotions at times and we wanted to try and give him something calming to focus on when things get a bit much for him. I called on the ever expanding knowledge trove that is YouTube and found a pile of… Continue reading Sensory Experimentation!
Now we begin the time of year when the days shorten and the warmth of the air vanishes with the setting sun. Such times call for certain dishes that are close to impossible to enjoy during the rest of the year. In our sunny locale, summer is a season for cooking outdoors and eating things… Continue reading The Cooking of Delicious Things
Tomorrow marks exactly one year since I underwent surgery on my right hand to correct a bone deformity I’d suffered from since I was a child. It was a terrifying prospect, for more than the obvious risk of complications of anesthetiser and the possibility of never waking up from that deep, senseless sleep. … Continue reading Crying Wolf
I know it seems as though I am, but I swear, I’m really not. Or perhaps I am. I’ve always been this way, so I don’t know any different. It sounds like I talk to myself, but really I’m talking to the characters in my head. I’m listening to their conversations and trying to understand how… Continue reading Dear Husband, I promise I’m not crazy…