Kthaahthikha

Redirection

2007-06-11T21:32:00.000+10:00

I use a livejournal now!http://thomas-m3ade.livejournal.com

Sushi, Cinema and the Sharkfin Blues (or; the best day ever)

2006-09-17T21:01:00.000+10:00

THE DROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES! They don't half rock a little. I went to see them, which was highly exciting. The lead singer was incredibly beligerant - Gareth Liddard likes to say "Cunt". More power to him - he justified his poor presentation by means of the incredible show which the band put on. An hour and a half, following two support acts (the pleasant enough Ms Laura Jean and her

Lantana is not a Hispanic Guitarist

2006-06-06T22:14:00.000+10:00

I was bumming-around trying to waste forty minutes in Melbourne central yesterday and I wandered into Dragonfly, the discount music shop where they still stock all those great old albums that shouldn't be so hard to find. I didn't have enough money to buy Isn't Anything, and I'm aprised enough of internet file-sharing and my own vices to have changed my mind about the soundtrack to From Russia

Tronslehtion Nombairrr Six

2006-04-30T13:53:00.000+10:00

Imagine a death's head, then imagine this death's head as an astoundingly-attractive women, and voila Francoiz Breut.Also I went to see her perform and it was freaking awesome and entirely worth walking around Fitroy Gardens shivering for several hours afterwards and being told-off for falling asleep in a 24 hour McDonalds. Boris

E-mails

2006-04-11T21:17:00.000+10:00

The time spent staring at the e-mail, wondering whether to delete or read it, is arguably the best and worst time.

I am an aspiring rocker. I aspire to rock-out.

2006-03-29T17:04:00.000+11:00

After listening to lots of distortion rock I have made a fist at sounding like Yo La Tengo. Whilst it is not a very strong fist, were it to possess a backing track, a bassist and a heavily-processed synth there might be small elements of this low-res sound file that would not destroy your mind with horribleness.I feel okay putting this here because no-one reads my blog. Genius!LINK TO FILE So

2006-03-25T15:32:00.000+11:00

Stolen from JP, who stole it from someone else, who stole it from Steve Allen, with the artist selection entirely randomised using the scientific method (a box and some scraps of paper). 1. John Cage2. Felix da Housecat3. Air4. Mazzy Starr 5. The Grates6. Nick Cave (and the Bad Seeds)7. Francoiz Breut8. The Arcade Fire9. Ladytron10. Sarah BlaskoWhat was the first song you ever heard by 6?”

I am an Academic

2006-03-24T00:45:00.000+11:00

You know you are a sad fan-boy when you start making wikipedia entires for your favourite under-appreicated bands. Pivot today, Triosk tomorrow.

Ming Zhi

2006-03-21T20:51:00.000+11:00

Excerpt from one of the several novels I started for NaNoWriMo last year but never finished. This was the magic-realist piece partially inspire by Zadie Smith's wonderful but very long White Teeth, using various interesting foreign words from a book I own as themes for brief, character-studying chapters. I got three done and they're my favourite things to come out of that train-wreck of an

Ekphrasis

2006-03-21T12:04:00.000+11:00

"Shame": Your black oil smoke-snake is slipping through the sub-terrain And overhead the wind is howling, Caught between the fractures of cracked romance.Pick it and win.

$2.95 is a small price for happiness.

2006-03-19T19:06:00.000+11:00

Killroy and Tina is pretty awesome and it only take a few hours to get through the archives.I am pimping for fun, not profit.

Yessssssssssssssssssssssss

2006-03-19T11:39:00.000+11:00

I think this is down but if it is not then goddamn it but Snakes on a Plane!

Life in bullets.

2006-03-18T11:54:00.000+11:00

Nelly McKay is fun.Homework is something I could do without.I spend far too much time spread between two internet messageboardsRose Byrne makes me weak at the kneesThe Rage in Placid Lake is, from the half I've seen, awesome beyond easy comprehension.Milo is yummy.Joey Comeau is a good author but his character is a dick (at least where I'm up to), even if intentionally so.I have encountered the

Dirty Harry Is More Important Than Good.

2006-03-11T01:23:00.000+11:00

I finally saw Dirty Harry because it is one of those landmark films.In perfect honesty I found it manipulative, short-sighted, narrow-minded, frequently implausible, guilty of using straw-man arguements and quite happy to take an incredibly complicated issue and try to dumb it down until it eventually becomes practically one-sided.The most obvious example being the end sequence. If Scorpio was

The Best Thing There Ever Was in the Entire Universe and No Denying

2006-03-05T18:32:00.000+11:00

This does not require a comment.

Have I posted this already?

2006-03-04T10:14:00.000+11:00

I came into the bookshop with a clear determination to make Anthers cut to the chase. He had been refusing to play straight with me for far longer than I would have liked – three weeks, really, of ambiguity, subtle hints and the only thing to lead me on his word and my misplaced optimism. So I came into the bookshop, and I headed for the back. They have a separate chamber containing

2006-02-13T11:45:00.000+11:00

As best demonstrated by The Discovery Channel's Alien Planet. Wayne Barlowe, on whose book it was based, was apparently holding himself back. It wasn't until the Amoebic Sea came along that we the viewers were allowed a glimpse of just how marvelous this programme could have been. It was mostly just riffing on dinosaurs, which looks great in paintings but less so in cheap CGI, when the more

The Big Tissues

2006-02-12T13:26:00.000+11:00

I am torn about global warming. On the one (cold, impersonal, detached and pseudo-scientific) hand, it's ultimately immaterial because we could blast the earth with nuclear bombs and, in a few million years, we'd have a flourishing ecosystem once more (albeit a radically different one). I'm also confident enough in human ingeuity that I'm sure we could pretty much survive anything we managed to

Froobs and handvers

2006-02-10T09:22:00.000+11:00

A first-draft in need of extensive revision:Having received his slip in the post, Joseph took it inside and sat the envelope (within which the slip was contained) upon the mantelpiece. His brother, William, with whom Joseph shared the small chambers, regarded the envelope with a great deal of curiosity. It was addressed to his brother, an ordinary envelope, with the sender listed as “

Well I'll be jiggered.

2006-01-30T23:37:00.000+11:00

Who Should Paint You: Roy LichtensteinLarger than life, your personality overshadows everyone in the roomA painter would tend to portray you with a bit of added flair!What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?I can't say I agree with the analysis of my personality (or at least, not in quite the way it's stated), but I certainly agree with the choice of artist.

Ignacio Noe's Art is Awesome

2006-01-26T12:11:00.000+11:00

See?

Mixed Apes!

2006-01-25T12:43:00.000+11:00

The guys over at the Truth and Beauty Bombs forum are doing mix exchanges, both virtual and disk-shaped. They are doing this here.Naturally, I have done one also, and would like to think that it is pretty good. Track #9 does not work, owever, and must be uploaded seperately here. It is a pretty great song by Dappled Cities Fly, and I recommend that even if you don't download my mix, you down

Fernado Caretta

2006-01-17T16:26:00.000+11:00

Despite working primarily in the field of naughtiness, Fernado Caretta is a damned fine artist with an extremely elastic approach to line and figures. He is probably riping someone off (like that guy they payed tribute to with Rhapsody In Blue in Fantasia 2000), though, so please point towards the victim if you know. There's some very obvious Disney in there, though.Unfortunately, most of his

High, Larry Ass!

2006-01-16T18:44:00.000+11:00

In roaming the internet someone linked me to this, an absolutely sublime blond joke.

Purple Monkey Dishwasher

2006-01-10T16:38:00.000+11:00

The Greatest Story never Told: Starring: Petra Statton PLOT: A young research scientist (Statton) opens a wormhole in space-time and accidentally allows ingress to a giant cyborg ant whose mission is to assassinate the prime-minister of a small African rogue state guilty of selling its illicit conflict diamonds to a mad scientist who intends to use them to build a giant laser

Frostillicus; or The Knell of the Snow-Beast.

2006-01-08T01:40:00.000+11:00

The man who lives in my refrigerator has been hissing at me again. He slips about with eyes like two bright points of fire, skittering across the tiles at night when I’m trying to fall asleep. His teeth, being long like sticks of chewing gum, catch the glow from my bedside lamp when he sits at the entrance to my room. I can only ever see his silhouette for the most part, a squat, narrow figure

It'll be more stalky

2005-12-20T23:04:00.000+11:00

The street was dark by dint of a broken lamp. Marianne slid from the car and kneed the door shut, a hand flying to her pocket a moment later as she wondered if she’d locked the keys inside. The keys were in her other hand. She walked along the footpath towards the convenience store. The cars to her side all belonged to the members of the rugby club across the road, and it was of

Question

2005-12-18T22:51:00.000+11:00

I know this needs work, but is it basically effective?____________________________________ 1. ‘Mum,’ said Kirin. ‘Mum, mum, mum.’ ‘Yes dear,’ said Vanessa, humouring her daughter. The little girl displayed her vocabulary like an aegis, delighting in the responses that it produced in adults, although she was not entirely certain of why. The car made its way up

? 2

2005-12-15T16:25:00.000+11:00

Can one be accused of conceitedness if they really are the best thing to ever grace the surface of this earth?

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2005-12-13T12:45:00.000+11:00

Are you really a sadist if you only enjoy hurting masochists?

o deer

2005-12-06T21:04:00.000+11:00

This story, first written with the intention of complaining about an issue rather minor and yet pressing greatly upon my mind, has so diverged from its original purpose that I am forced to look out the window, in contemplation of the variety of strange and unfortunate circumstances which have pressed upon my mind much like that most recent of troubles, which forced me to put pen to

Stuff and that

2005-12-05T19:05:00.000+11:00

It would have been ten in the morning when the rains broke. The air was thick with electricity and the clouds had turned to purple-black. Lightning crackled through the sky and the breeze began to pick-up. The sweet, formic scent of precipitation reached the children's noses. They sat together on Mikh's veranda and played cards as the first fat drops hit. The sky opened wide and

2005-12-05T01:07:00.000+11:00

The greatest book of all time?Arguably!

III. The Song of the Pleiades.

2005-12-01T23:15:00.000+11:00

The first three cantos of my unfinished homage to Longfellow , which mostly look like this: III The Song of the Pleiades It was this time before the campfire, When the lands were cold in winter, When the bushfires swept the forests And tribes picked embers from the ashes; Then there came the Karatgurk, The five women from the northward. On the Yarra flats

2005-12-01T16:20:00.000+11:00

Cthulhu Circus

Some silly thing

2005-11-30T04:56:00.000+11:00

The weather was chill. She was sitting by the figurehead. The sea coughed up waves amidst the wash and rill And the sky was grey and dead. He name was Angeline, or so they say, The colour of her hair like fine-spun blood. And when she looked at me her eyes; They made me feel that I might die - But it wasn’t I. When the waves swallowed her, screaming, The water rising and

Strip Script

2005-11-27T06:48:00.000+11:00

Episode #! Panel 1/4: Tableau [light source upper stage right corner]: A beautiful brunette in her mid twenties, Miss Lydia Kain, a silhouette of a man at a desk behind her, Mr Niven Tate. A Venetian blind forms the backdrop in silhouette between them. The brunette stands at extreme stage right. She is facing with her body direct to the camera, her head turn at a three-quarter

My Mountain Home

2005-11-26T17:28:00.000+11:00

There’s a storm coming-up and it rocks the lakes, Sending leaves into eddies round the stony pools, The cape of the forest hangs over the mountains And mist comes off the water as the evening cools. There’s something in the trees that’s bearing on my mind, An eye-corner glimpse as I’m splitting a log. And it comes to me, the old tales they told, Of the spectre of the pines and

Meme thingummy

2005-11-18T16:32:00.000+11:00

Ten years ago:Ten years ago I was living in Queensland, drifting between schools and cheap housing, getting in fights in the playground and attempting to produce a number of trading cards to sell for fifty cents each at school, even though i wasn't entirely sure of how such things worked. Once I found a giant block of ice just lying in a vacant lot. I'm not sure what it was doing there, but for

Hither Thou, Hither Thou

2005-11-14T00:04:00.000+11:00

Songstress required – Soul-singers need not apply – Rudimentary Guitar/Keyboard skills preferable (no great ability necessary, but possession of hands a definite advantage). Nervousness, shy retirement and the like all acceptable (nay, laudable) traits. Love of the nylon strings on an acoustic guitar essential. Hello You! Do you enjoy the music of people such as Francoiz Breut, Belle &

I Am Thinking of Starting a Band

2005-11-12T22:34:00.000+11:00

I am thinking of starting a band. I am considering placing an ad upon the local musical bulletin-board, and attempting to recruit a guitarist/keyboardist with some vocal ability. This person will preferably be female, as I am a male and complimentary vocals from a member of the opposing gender will also allow for narratives and interesting duets. This person will not have to provide equipment (

Developments

2005-11-08T01:54:00.000+11:00

So I finally got my main site up, after far too much effort. Tell your friends. Ring bells. Wave distractingly at small children. It looks fancy and has all the requisit features for absolute awesome.I'm reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Mr Satyamurthy having raved about it so. I've only gotten a few pages in but it's engaging so far. I've also picked-up White Teeth by Zadie Smith and been

Things

2005-11-05T21:06:00.000+11:00

I hate QUACT. QUACT, when it works, is marvellosu, but even though, after months of sporadic trying, I finally got it to work, it then suddenly decided to expire on me after twenty minutes of bliss that it seems were never meant to last.I'm on the second reboot of my NaNoWriMo novel. I've written 7,000 words counting the false starts, and what was first about a book-selling detective was then

Super-heroes

2005-10-31T14:06:00.000+11:00

This, however serious it may be, has left me considering the feasability of a hero in real-world context. On the topic of superheroes, I think one of the best realist treatment's is the film Unbreakable, but in terms of a actual practicality, the most realistic hero-templates are characters such as Dick Tracy, The Phantom, the original Sandman and perhaps also Batman.Now, Batman can be ruled-out

Character Sketch

2005-10-28T23:11:00.000+10:00

She was born in Melbourne, but don’t hold that against her. In any event, she doesn’t live there now. It wasn’t her choice to leave, but looking back she’s not certain if she’d return, given the chance. Who wants to dwell in a brick veneer flat, selling black-market anthologies of the miscellaneous occult to drug-lords and the occasional vampire? Working a dead-end job as a librarian, shelving

News post

2005-10-26T19:08:00.000+10:00

A number of exciting things have happened that revolve around myself, or rather one boring thing has happened to me and a number of exciting things may happen should I ever decide to set to work upon the various paths laid-out before me.Firstly, I did a twenty-four hour comic for no good reason, which begins here.It involves such exciting elements as spies, gangsters, monsters, 60s retro kitsch,

Zeen?

2005-10-23T12:17:00.000+10:00

Why 'zine? Is magazine too complex? I have no irrational hatred of contractions but I've never understood the "cool" element of syllable-subtraction.That said, i supposed "zine" is a pretty cool word.

Perspexandrumsandschlockanticol

2005-10-22T11:31:00.000+10:00

I'm come-up with a nifty concept for a film shot in first-person perspective, where the character is an amnesiac who is never named and never recovers their memory, and whose age and gender is never specified. I think it'd make an interesting film where the viewer is the character, like a videogame. I had this idea because I was on my computer, supposedly doing homework but in fact watching the

Figs and the Art of Pedantic Analytical Disection

2005-10-21T18:00:00.000+10:00

Strange things happen now and then, like when I go on my web-tracker just now and discover that 20 people went to my site yesterday, when the average is 2.Why is this so?I blame the failure of the democratic process.

Warble

2005-10-15T11:26:00.000+10:00

National Novel-Writing Month forces a person to evaluate their interests. I've been delving into my psyche to try and construct an image of the kind of story I like, tying things together by connecting pieces of red and blue string between the various works that will influence me in this endeavour. My bookshelf is smothered by nylon that centres upon Borges and Ian Fleming, my Nintendo 64

Eventual eventful moments;

2005-10-13T11:04:00.000+10:00

So I was drifting along the road of life in my anti-gravitational way, sipping a lemon sherbert and wishing I was more like my idols, instead of my fetishes, when up pops a man named Gerard whom I've only ever met in dreams and margarine advertisements.'Hey there, cat', says Gerald with a style, or rather said, but this is all in idiom. 'Hello, Joe,' I replied, slapping him a high five and then

Keel-scraping

2005-10-10T21:43:00.000+10:00

So it was time to fire the old blog up for a quick delve into remeniscence. He sat himself down by his computer, glancing nervously at the clock from time to time. He had better things to be doing - or if not better than more pressing. His unfinished painting mocked him from the bedroom, every passing moment reminding him that he was drawing ever closer to the deadline two weeks away. But he sat

New Gigs Opening!

2005-08-31T14:24:00.000+10:00

If you have an artistic ability that you would like to showcase, Night Gig are opening-up two slots in September. Go submit some stuff and them may give you a free site.They gave me one, so I'm not sure how high their standards are.

Talkie Walkie.

2005-08-28T20:19:00.000+10:00

I've been listening back through Air's back catalogue quite a bit lately, and it's only served to reaffirm my high opinion of them.I am quite the fan of Air. Their tongue-in-cheek take on the cliche' of the ice-cold European artiste is a delight, especially as we have only their own assurances that it isn't true. Their music, at least their post-Safari stuff, is the perfect blend of repetition,

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2005-08-21T00:19:00.000+10:00

I made a song! It's not very good! It samples Hendrix shamelessly!

Shout-out

2005-08-15T19:18:00.000+10:00

I'd like to send a big shout-out to my estranged brother Robert, who should come along and read this some time in the next few days (I hope). I love you, Robbie, and I hope you find some of the ridiculous thing available via this site entertaining. Yours is pretty neat, too. To see my other site just click hereI have also composed a discriptive vignette.Imagine a man, as broad as he is tall,

Breakdown in Willpower

2005-08-08T18:39:00.000+10:00

I finally did it. After long months of struggling against his Siren call, I went out and borrowed GRR Martin's A Game of Thrones. And what's more, I don't hate it. It's not quite as I'd expected (although very close to my mental image), but quite entertaining nonetheless. Also, numerous people had complained about a lack of magic in the series. This has failed to impress itself upon me, no doubt

Yet more things are afoot.

2005-08-02T21:00:00.000+10:00

There are many excitements afoot in this most thrilling of worlds. After untold aeons of scrabbling through the murky corridors of templated single-purpose sites, I have been excepted into the fold at Night Gig, in my new studio, Assorted Miscellanea. The cupboards are at present a little bare, but I'm working on it. I'm a busy man.I also have far too much homework, and one of the vaguest

The Thirteen Jade Eggs

2005-07-27T16:40:00.000+10:00

I shall tell you the tale my forefathers told me, of a hot northern city where merchants thrived, on the shores of a cobalt sea.It was in this city that a young man dwelt, the son of a dealer in curios and oddities. The old man had done fine business in the dark days, before ships from Persia and Indochina became almost-unbearably mundane. But he had died poor of illness, and left to his child

Advatages

2005-07-23T21:42:00.000+10:00

There are countless fringe benefits when it comes to studying Literature at university, and the fringe is as wide as Sam Spade's lapels. One such perk is that I have the option of writing a 1500 word parody of any scene from the novel Dracula, provided that it is a scene directly involving the titualr character, and displays an adequate knowledge of the conventions and extravagances of the genre.

The Queen and the Tower

2005-07-21T16:40:00.000+10:00

The towers that rise from the ocean off of Tazrig are golden, many-spined and beautiful. They catch the light in curious ways, every spire refracting, every node reflecting, and those who stand upon the shore can only marvel at the display.No one inhabits these towers, for they were old before sapient life, and the creatures that crawl and writhe about the lower roots are warped beyond what

Agarta

2005-07-21T01:18:00.000+10:00

The windings of Agarta are the home to many strange beasts. They dwell in the shadows and the honeycombs of the crevasses, and their eyes are gilded orbs set with rubies and agate.It was in Agarta, in the shadows beneath the precipice, that I first found the old man who dwelt enshrouded in his cloak of night. His hair was sparse, his face a crumpled leather chamois. He slipped along through the

Locus

2005-07-15T23:38:00.000+10:00

He couldn’t think, so he rode the trams. They carried him inwards and outwards like the tides, a daily ticket for three zones that consumed twelve hours a day.He didn’t have a house. He slept on the trams. When he was hungry, he would buy something, and make-up a story so that restaurateurs let him use their microwaves. Sometimes he ate take-away, but sometimes it didn’t agree with him.He wasn’t

Snori Sturlson, we hardly knew thee.

2005-07-13T06:05:00.000+10:00

One of several reasons why Sigur Ros kicks arse, which was apleasant surprise. I always have a soft-spot for bands that provide downloads on their sites, especially if the band's songs are not exactly being flogged to death on the radio. I like to imagine some bizzare Icelandic wilderness, where goatherds and sheperdesses flee the wilely influence of the elves and wights, and all across the

Scruples

2005-07-11T03:11:00.000+10:00

Question of the day:In today's post-femenist era, if a number of people were upon a liner, and said liner began to sink, would it still be the women who were huried to accompany the children off the ship?If so, why? Should the definition be broadened to parents? What is actual company policy in such situations? And whilst many would say that it should be both sexes equally allowed first dibs on

Random Update of Randomness

2005-07-10T02:14:00.000+10:00

A fine band, for those individuals whom do not know, is Dappled Cities Fly. Many of their songs are available for download online, and practically all may be listened to via a device known as a ‘radio blog’. They create esoteric rock of an enjoyable form that swims with whimsy. I would also like it noted that Vertigo is

Review - The Monkey's Mask by Dorothy Porter

2005-07-08T22:18:00.000+10:00

The Monkey's Mask is a confident, well-executed, and gripping novel, written as a series of short poems grouped into various sections. Running to over two hundred pages (short for a novel but, as poetry goes, kind of cool), it is kind of like Beowulf, if Beowulf had been written by a Sydney poetess channeling Dashiel Hammet and lesbian issues. Which is to say that it is nothing like Beowulf.The

2005-07-07T08:53:00.000+10:00

XXI - 0800 'And so it decided upon a method of payment. Illusions, things made of matter and force, all could be made by it provided that it was kept well-fueled. It assimilates life energies, and it was for such a reason that I brought it living victims. When I questioned it about its abiliy to protrude itself into my mind, it revealed that it could in fact memorise entire minds, and recreate

2005-07-07T07:57:00.000+10:00

XX - 0700'It began,' he said, 'when I was a soldier, a young man fighting for my country against the invasions of the Tartars. We pushed-onwards against the enemy, and made fare headway in the forests, but in time the tide turned against us and we were forced back into the forests. The men fled, ill-equiped to face such a such a swift-moving and battle-hardened foe. We retreated southwards, and

2005-07-07T07:01:00.000+10:00

XIX - 0600I awoke in darkness. Sitting-up in bed, I heard the door open, and a figure entered carrying a small lantern. As they stood by the bed, I could see their face. Maldoni looked at me, crouched amidst my bedclothes. 'Come,' he said. 'We shall discuss things in my study.'I put my gown on, and followed the man out of the bedroom and along a high, narrow hall. After several turns, he stopped

2005-07-07T05:58:00.000+10:00

XVIII - 0500All of my attempts to communicated with Clothilde proved fruiteless. I could see no signs on her person of what had killed her, but the very idea of it horrified me. I could only remember her as she fawned over Maldino, attempted along with all the others to get as close to him as she might, and I wondered if this might be a part of his terible influence - could he killed them at will

2005-07-07T05:00:00.000+10:00

XVII - 0400Entered down the stairway, dressed all in red and walking with the aid of a cane. his hair was black, but a few streaks of grey showed themselves amidst this, and his face was touched at the corners by the faintest of wrinkles. He was a handsome man, but nothing on the level of those around him, and above all he ws showing the signs of age. Although I was not the first to note him, I

2005-07-07T03:32:00.000+10:00

XVI - 0300On entering the palace, I found myself in a vast hall, borded on all sides by a gallery reached by a lengthy marble staricase that divided at its centre into two spiralling wings. Everywhere peopled moved to and fro, and corpses walked about bearing platters laden with champagne and and entrees. It crossed my mind to wonder where al this provender came from, but I was unable to ask

2005-07-07T03:07:00.000+10:00

XV - 1400Once out in the street, one of the horseless carriages drew-up before us. It was painted white and blue, trimmed with gold and silver, and the inside was of red suede trimmed in red and imperial purple. Clothilde slimbed within, I following, and at a low command the carriage began to roll away along the road.'The ball is to be held at the Palace of the Seven Stars,' said Clothilde,

2005-07-07T02:01:00.000+10:00

XIV - 1300'And when was this?' I asked. 'Oh, many years ago. Although, time seems to run together in this place. I myself came here when I was twenty years of age, and yet if you were to ask me how old I am now I wouldn't be able to give you anyhting even resembling an accurate estimate. But you, where do you hail from?'I am from Engliand,' I said, 'from London of current. I'm an explorer, of

2005-07-07T00:56:00.000+10:00

XII - 0000I raised my musket to my shoulder, sighted, and fired. The crack of the discharge sent the deer's head flicking in surprise even as the ball shattered its spine.I examined the carcass, and brought it back down to the lack to butcher it. It was my hope to attract the catfish by throwing remnants and offal into the water, and so I set to work skinning the deer with my jack-knife. It was a

2005-07-06T23:59:00.000+10:00

XII - 2300I began to wonder if, perhaps, it was all a simple flight of fancy carried to far. It was not difficult to imagine Alim, passing throgh the region in the course of his travels, garnering a number of details - perhaps filching the icon himself - and even now sitting chuckling away in Africa at the fool's errand to which he had consigned this willing rube.But then, the phantom in the

2005-07-06T23:03:00.000+10:00

XI - 2200When I awoke the next day, I was unsure of whether what i had seen was reality or a dream. I could not be certain either way, for little recalled itself prior to waking aside from watching that figure vanish into the storm. I was frustrated at my inability to discern reality fro fantasy, and I cursed myself as I made my way along the path, snivelling with the cold and saturated all

2005-07-06T22:00:00.000+10:00

X - 2100The next day I awoke fresh and sprightly, despite a slight stiffness from the unyielding nature of the ground and a number of nsect bites upon my face. I breakfasted on some bread and cheese and set-out again with my bedclothes packed away.The clouds had begun to gather as I slept, and it looked as though it would be a day of variable weather. I slipped on my jacket as the first droplets

2005-07-06T20:59:00.000+10:00

IX - 2000I approached the young man the next day, in the hopes of securing him as a guide. By this time I had little in the way of money, but the pople of this area were - comparitively - not especially affluent, and I was confident that I might sway him without over-extending myself to greatly. The young man, however, seemed to be a child born of deepest superstition, and refused on all counts

8 - Part G

2005-07-06T19:08:00.000+10:00

Part VIII - 1900 It was by conversations with Serik, and with the inn-keeper, that I managed to build-up in my mind something of a picture of the mythology surrounding that shrine.It seemed that the legends of strange spirits about the region had been in place ever since settlers first arrived, centuries ago, fleeing the Tartar invasions and hopeful of a realm of peace and quiet. Here, they had

2005-07-06T18:10:00.000+10:00

Part VII - 1800The village, when we came to it, was a hamlet situated far back in the hills, beside a small lake. nestled close to the base of the moutnains, it was such a settlement as lends itself to the conjouring of macabre tales. It was not difficult to imagine dark goings-on here, but I refused to allow my imagination to get the better of me.The driver of the Lightning Waggon was, it

6 - Part E

2005-07-06T17:56:00.000+10:00

VI - 1700The Voidanyoi put in at Rostov after a fair voyage. It was a great reief to be free of the cramped confines of the vessel, and I stretched my legs by walking in search of a place to rest. I found it in the shape of an inn by the name of The Red Cockerel, a comfortable place that made its trade off of the less affluent marine travellers. I had enough money left from the quantity

2005-07-06T17:01:00.000+10:00

V - 1600'Do you still think that the idea of the city is interesting?' he asked. 'Why?' I replied.'For I have been contemplating it ever since I mentioned it to you. True, the event in the cave has never been long from my mind, but I had managed to supress any passion related to it until I happened to talk with you. The fact remains that such things have occured as I told you - whether you

4 - Part C

2005-07-06T15:01:00.000+10:00

IV - 1500'It was nearing dawn, when a sound crept through that excavation as grim as any ever voiced. it was the sound of a man going mad, and I know it for it startled all to wakefulness, and set us running to the central chamber where Kozlov lay, a gibbering idiot, upon the floor before the stone. The stone itself, as i looked at it, seemed to throb with double light, and I shiver even now at

2005-07-06T14:56:00.000+10:00

III - 1400 (or 1420)'Kozlov, when he awoke, took-in the sight with quiet awe. He agreed that we appeared to be drifting towards the coast, and suggested that we rouse the rest of the grew so that they might help manage the boat onto the shore. The grew were varying in their reception of the news, but the general consenus once the grog of sleep had worn away was once of excitement and hope. If it

3 - Part B

2005-07-06T13:59:00.000+10:00

II - 1300'There is a city,' he said, ' that lies far away beyond the Black Sea, away amidst the mountainss in the dark of the forests. It is shadow-bound, and those who claim to have seen it say that it is a place where the sun never shines. The men are as beautiful as houris and the men as handsome as the full moon, and all as pale as snow.'As I said, I myself have nver visited this place, yet

2 - Part A

2005-07-06T12:53:00.000+10:00

I - 1200I first heard of the city from an old moorish trader, whom I met in the deserts below Oran. He was a wizened figure, with the strange ashen hue that comes to some negroes in extreme old age. His name was Alim, and he was a man without a country.I had been taking my way out into the deserts in search, it seemed, of my youth. I am an old man, and at the time I was no youth. The best of my

1200 Hours - The Beginning

2005-07-06T11:52:00.000+10:00

Mission Statement:1.To attempt to write as many words of copy in 24 hours as I can, a feat made difficult by the fact it shall be an act of endurance both mental and physical. My success to be measured by the word-count, much like the power-bar in Mortal Combat (SNES version). Breaking of the iron anvil garners extra points.2.To include, if possible, in this story:-A city of Vampires/

The Tumble.

2005-07-05T21:57:00.000+10:00

In the second hour of morning a shaft of light broke through the rubble. It illuminated a young man in a puddle, his whiskers and hair matted and streaked with filth. He lay asleep, dreaming (it seemed), the one foot twitching from time to time as he awaited death.The shaft of light, touching as it did mostly upon a cheek, began to creep slowly up the young man's face and around to the back of

It Is Done.

2005-07-04T20:34:00.000+10:00

It is 8:35 pm AEST, and I have declared the novellete complete. It now runs to 65 full A4 pages of hand-written, smallish-to-medium-sized text. It has left me very confused, but seems to have avoided contradictions. I am now very sleepy.Very, very sleepy.

Keeping My Mind Intact.

2005-07-04T14:12:00.000+10:00

This is one of the brief, bi-hourly (is that once every two hours or twice each individual hour?) breaks I take to keep myself sane. As you can see, my pioneering foray into the world of extreme! prose is generating masses of interest from fans and rivals alike. I am currently up to 15 hours and 33 minutes as of time of writing, and will conclude at nine pm with either a flourished 'The End' or

Ridiculous Idea

2005-07-03T15:20:00.000+10:00

Tonight I will commence the prose version of a 24 hour comic, for no good reason. My story is formless, and shall commence around 10 pm. William Beckford wrote Vathek at a three-day sitting. I intend to attempt to emulate this on a smaller scale.I suggest you try yourself.

2005-07-02T01:14:00.000+10:00

So then it hit me - coming out of the wood-work like a splinter from an explosion. This great mess of animant viscera swirling around on the floor like a spasticated octopus. One of the tendrils latched onto my leg - tried to drag me screaming down into that drooling, pustulent jaw. Fuck that. I grabbed a hold of thedoor-jamb and tried to drag myself back up out of the cellar.The damn thing just

The Hunt - I. The Borderlands.

2005-06-30T20:04:00.000+10:00

Alef reined her scuttler in at the tip of the rise. It was a hot, muggy, overcast day, and the promise of a storm before nightfall did little to lighten her disposition. The boiler began to rumble, so she kicked the valve, a jet of hot steam condensing and covering her in a wash of warm water.Down below the rise, the plains began once more in earnest. Binoculars showed a small encampment on the

Le Coup de Grace.

2005-06-29T17:26:00.000+10:00

I sat stock still in absolute awe of what had passed. The Caliph glanced at me carefully between moves, obviously anticipating some out-burst.'What do you intend?' I asked. He chuckled.'I intend to win,' he said, ' to beat causality. I shall finally be privy to the ultimate nature of the universe.''And what,' I asked, 'is that?''I have no idea, but now that you are here I may finally play my

The Warp and Woof

2005-06-29T01:44:00.000+10:00

In time the palace proper presented itself. Gone the omnipresent red stone of Khahir, for now only purest blue shone such as I had never before seen. This crystal, crafted as it seemed from light alone, on closer inspection revealed itself to be water hanging suspended in the form of a chamber, fish swimming through its walls of size and nature out of place for more than sixty million years. At

At the Gates of Eternity

2005-06-28T18:58:00.000+10:00

It was a long and winding morning in the sunshine of the sea. The streets, narrow and broad, seemed to twist at there own volition. The urchin, named Siloi, attested this to be a common fact, and spoke of times passed when the Caliph first came to power. Riots, he said, and untold civil discord, had wracked Khahir from every quarter.The Caliph had settled upon the city in a flier made of bronze,

Within the City Walls.

2005-06-28T00:56:00.000+10:00

It was a single spark of light that announced that city, the destination which it had been three years' goal to reach. It hunched upon the shores of the Crimson Lake, red stones of kiln-crystal that shone like dry blood at noon. Broad, blocky buildings capped by polished domes, and long, winding streets that scribed the arabesque formulae of the sacred name of Ish. Around the gates a market

Trekk to Khahir

2005-06-27T12:59:00.000+10:00

In the shadow of the dying sun I walked my way towards Khahir, my feet raising clouds of dust that drifted, leaving shadows in the twilight. My legs were sore and my breath short. I had been walking for seven days, since the Barakesh had fallen upon my caravan a month from Iskapar. Their baron, a mace clutched firm in hand, had loosed a barrage of wracking cries and knocked the Captain's head