Sometimes I can't write enough in this blog, seemingly stimulated and inspired by everything I come into contact with. And then there are those times when I feel like a lump of coal or something. Just being and not doing. I guess I'm feeling kinda coalish at the moment.

Luke is in rugged Tasmania at the moment, soaking up of it what he can before it is logged into desolate nothingness in the next decade. He had decided to go before the travesty that was the general election and it took on a particular pang of farewell in light of that. So I am at home, playing the dutiful role of crazy cat lady with my feline love, OscarKitty. He has been a most diligent companion - perching himself by my side and sleeping on my desk for most of the day. There's a young bird which loves to taunt us both from a tree just outside the window, screeching and staring right at us all day long. All. Day. Long.

I am looking forward to a few days of gore and inappropriate stimulation in the guise of The Horror at ACMI this week. Luke would never come along with me (he's a tad squeamish) so it will be just like he was here anyway...