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The Forever Dead (The Cruel Stars Trilogy Book 3)
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Ted has realised his cone of shame confers superpowers, such as denying access to any and all rivals who would challenge him for dinner plate clean up action
You know one way of stopping AI agents from accessing Australian government data would be by making them have MyGov accounts.
“Demented tin can” - best description I’ve heard of AI yet. Tks @birmo.bsky.social aliensideboob.substack.com/p/turn-the-d...
Turn the dial up to extreme miffedness, Mr Cooley.
All I wanted to do was write a funny little column about deleting unread email.
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All I wanted to do was write a funny little column about deleting unread emails, and now I gotta write this shit about AI gremlins getting into Medicare? Fuck me, this is tiresome.
With The Forever Dead (bk 3) due out soon, I've yanked this forward from my yet to be announced October TBR. I've enjoyed a few of @birmo.bsky.social's earlier books over the years, so looking forward to this. #scifibooks #sciencefiction #nowreading #spaceopera
My cat, who I can assure you has had dinner, looking quite perplexed at news that there will be no second dinner
Yes, I'm fact-checking the essay before it goes to the fact-checkers.
Really regret giving this guy an advance copy of my new book
Schooley@schooley.bsky.social · last wk.2028, from the Ballroom Bunker a shoot to kill order is dispatched to the Triumphal Sniper's Nest for anyone within 6 feet of the still fetid Reflecting Pool. The sound of the Lee Greenwood loop wafts over the city.
Finally got back to the gym for the first time since I had the flu three weeks ago. Realized I’d forgotten my AirPods. What is even the point? I’m gonna go get a coffee and a donut.
Spending the afternoon copy editing this essay on Hanson and I’m surprised, but not really, at how many times I used the word ‘nonsense’. Having to dive into my thesaurus quite a bit
The things I learned (that had nothing to do with Pauline Hanson) while writing 30 000 words about Pauline Hanson. 1. You need a competent editor cat.
You can brute force serendipity
Indulge me if you will.
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Yeah. That’s right. It’s QLD. There’s crocodiles in the river. What are your big tough Olympic rowers soft or something?
One day I learn not to eat too much fibre before my jujitsu class, but today was not that day.
Calm down everyone. Kid Rock is gonna open for Ed Sheeren.
Having just received by post a paper cheque from a US publisher I shall now load up my trusty burro with saltbeef and water pans and strike out across the Badlands to find the last open bank branch, hoping not to encounter too many coyote or road agents along the way.
“ if I caused any offense…” is Hanson showng her OG supporters she still believes everything she said about aboriginal Australians. But it’s also telling millions of normies giving her a first pref that she’s not some sort of, um, vicious racist so yes, they can vote for her with a clear conscience.
Wendy Harmer@wendyharmer.bsky.social · 2w ago"If I caused any offence" is NEVER an apology. It's: "I understand that I have caused great offence, and deeply regret my words and actions. I undertake to educate myself and become better informed."
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Islamist terror bloke arrives at the border. Aussie migration bloke steps up and hands him a form. “It’s a statement of Australian values, Cobber. You have to sign it or you can’t come in.” Islamist terror bloke shakes fist at sky. “Curses! foiled again!”
Me, exhausted, croaky voice: So close to finishing this essay. So close. The Essay, hands on hips, head thrown back, laughing like a Viking: You fool! I'm only a draft. Me, sobbing: Shut up. Shut up.
After working thru the weekend on this essay I am super excited for a big treat. Gonna move from my standing desk to my sitting desk!
Writing is hard, especially on a Saturday afternoon. Especially when it's about Hanson and neo-Nazis. My head hurts.
Gah. Stupid brain. Give me more words. This essay needs more words brain. Do your fucking job.
Cat food, rage and fascism: "I was irrationally fucking furious. I was about to stroke out. Inside my head, an angry cartoon me jumped up and down, shaking his tiny fist. There Was A Little Yellow Sticker. It promised me a price of $5.50. I am not paying $13.95. Why is this so fucking difficult?"
Cat food, rage and fascism.
Just a quick note today because the first draft of my Quarterly Essay, in which I try to explain Pauline Hanson’s resurrection, is due Monday.
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Slept poorly. Got up with a migraine. Still on deadline. I'm gonna need a shit ton of trucker speed, a bucket of chilli beer and someone to deliver my order of bottomless hot chips from Les Bubbles.