>mfw I realise I didn't give anyone at Bronycon a taste of Vegemite® · 5:58pm Jul 12th, 2016
... a much more informative and descriptive blog coming Soon™
Father of twin 8yo boys, partner of Arcelia, and so glad to remain here.
... a much more informative and descriptive blog coming Soon™
Always.
1946-2016
So I know I've recently said I wasn't going to be doing any more reviews. I meant it when I said it, but I guess I just can't help myself. I've got a few tucked away, just in case that particular itch ever needed to be scratched.
I hear that Christmas was more-or-less the same temperature in the 'States as it was Down Under. Also, tornadoes in the South and Mid-west, killing three so far and destroying thousands of homes. That's absolutely crazy. Gotta pity those in Tennessee and Mississippi especially. Poor bastards.
This isn’t walking.
This isn’t feeling.
This isn’t seeing.
This isn’t hearing.
This isn’t feasting.
This isn’t living.
Six three-word sentences, all used to incredible effect when grouped together.
What if all you knew, all you physically were, was a lie? A projection forced upon you?
We’re about to explore those possibilities, and more, within. Join me for a different take on immortality, and an examination of just how terrifying the power of love can be.
We’ve all done things that we’re not proud of. Some things might be as minor as a few little white lies every now and then. You might have stolen food or stationery from your place of employment. You might have damaged someone’s car in a parking lot, or their property when backing out the driveway, and simply fled hoping to evade their wrath and resulting expenses. You might be the sort of person who always promises to be somewhere and never shows up.
This looks like a definitive finale to a long fight.
Kylie Picken
34 mins ·
Ok friends, time to celebrate once more. Gynae-oncology appointment, all well & way better than expected this close out of treatment. My oncology team are speechless at how my body has overcome what was initially a cricket ball sized tumour, expected surgery not required & the healing process is more advanced than expected. Woohoo!! Take that, cancer!!
In case—for whatever reason—you aren't aware yet, I joined The Royal Guard a few months ago. This is because I believe in their cause: to promote stories of higher-than-average quality that may or may not have already made a splash around these parts. Any and all submissions of stories are welcome, although you are of course limited to only one submission per week, and to [T] and [E] rated stories only.
All right! Now that my one 3-hour shift for this week is well and truly behind me—
—okay, at least I also get to work all this coming weekend, so that’s something—