A Picture Fit for a King

David Rowe does it again. A tremendously amazing artwork STRONGLY portraying the awesome majesty of the new American Emperor

King H8 of Orange




Meanwhile, after a week of spinning beachballs, the Big Mac is playing nice so I finally may be able to catch up on proper trump free posts and replying to some of the most fascinating memes doing the rounds

The Federal Government has just extended the national shutdown of international borders, pubs and 'non essential' businesses by another 4 weeks

So no May Day parades in Oz.

They have been trump clones for so long including the recent piling on the WHO which is just embarrassing. But at least Scomo in an attempt to redeem himself after the appalling tone deaf performance after the awful bushfires has finally realized (well 6 weeks ago actually) that listening to scientists, doctors and other experts might be a good idea


It's showing in the national numbers of 6,468 confirmed cases of Coronavirus and 63 deaths. Most of these have come from the floating petri dishes known as cruise ships

The Zombie Diaries

I have just been pottering over at the Nanowrimo website to update my daily word count
It is still just as nasty as last November. They still have not fixed the word count to make it mobile phone friendly. In fact, last night the spinning beach balls on the Big Mac were so bad that it took more than ten minutes just to even get to the Nanowrimo home page and that was with it already open in a tab.
No matter how many times I clicked on the stupid new + button (where a field used to be) I could not get it to do anything. In the end, with only 3 minutes left until midnight, I resorted to using the phone and hoped that I would not end up with a word count of 666 million or something

And now those nano goblins have got the nerve to send begging letters asking for a monthly donation to support struggling writers
Funny. I used to donate between $10 or $25 almost every year but since last November’s Clusterfuck, I no longer bother. I made a point of telling them so in the annual survey too

If the annual writing ritual every April, July and November had not become such an ingrained habit, I would have long abandoned the whole thing by now.

( Notes from Nanoland )