Friday, November 13, 2009
launceston strangeness
I am floating on an enormous, useless (because all the sides are the same colour, though it is at least keeping me buoyant on the cloud/dry ice/ mist water on which I float) rubik's cube. Sadly its colour is leeching out into the ether and my trousers have shrunk and my right foot has come off. Ah! Here is a man, emerging from the mist and smiling. Hopefully he will retrieve my spaghetti pot. Solved. Without talking to anyone in Melbourne.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
ugh why do I care
'Punk rock had caught fire, establishing strongholds in England and America, and eventually reaching X's native Australia. Drawing o...
-
As a child, naturally enough, I watched a lot of television and it being the early 1970s when I was a child, I watched a lot of what is no...
-
I am not sure if there's anything nice one can say about Jacana station. As an unstaffed station, the last before the end of the line (t...
-
Thank you to Paul Hudson for supplying the strip for 24 May from (I assume) the London Daily Mail, which was missing from the North Americ...
2 comments:
Speaking as someone in Melbourne, I would have a hard time knowing how to deal with a phonecall about that particular conglomeration of issues.
lost in a sea of puzzles our hero's only hope is a wispy distant figure ... great agency work.
I loved Tasmania and would live there if I could. bruny island!
Post a Comment