Snap away, I don't care
Well, there’s a title for you. They are a threat to berries.
Not an uncommon bird around here any more, they appear seasonally, following the food. This particular privet is now gone, the tree is a weed, a real pest and nuisance. They are widespread and have altered the ecological balance, so that former large predators, such as currawongs, that were migratory, no longer have to leave for the winter, so smaller birds are under attack all year round. Wrens and robins have now disappeared from many places.
Your mate has slowed down his posting. He has decided to come clean. For years he has been working on a horror novel. (It may be crap, it maybe at least as rubbish as all the others he moans about, but it will be his, whether it is ever published or not. All he can promise is a monster, and that many people die.) Along the lines of Julia Cameron’s “morning pages”, the various blogs have been a good stimulus. Now (dropping into the first person) I need to spend more time on the actual story, as the most recent draft is more than two thirds along, so there should be less done online.
Please feel free to click on some of the links below and check out your mate’s other posts, it makes him feel good for a little while …
For the first time in a long time, there is new entry over at “Not Trevor“, in fact, it is the Genesis of the Daleks, or not quite, it is the first time Trevor notices the existence of your not-quite-a-hero, whose name happens to also be Joe Chip. Please have a look, it was a long time coming.
Your mate has been rhapsodising poetically about his lunchtime adventures when briefly free from the cubicle of death. First about the young Mormon missionaries keener to evangelise to pretty young Asian girls than to your mate, and then about a strange day when everyone he passed seemed to have a scar.
You may be surprised that woolly little lamb scrotums (scrota?) do not taste like chicken, but that is our function at the Joe Chip Laboratories, to expose these and other truths. And your mate provides assistance to a wandering fool thinking that there are loopholes to life, over at What Would Joe Chip Do?
This weeks yell out goes to Mike585 who wanders about marshes at night encountering badgers and foxes and toads, and records it wonderfully in words and photographs. The patience this man has! This is a really cool blog.
Reading: The Science Delusion by Rupert Sheldrake; Necroville by Ian McDonald. I like McDonald a lot, really enjoyed Cyberabad Days, The Dervish House, and Brasyl. I am finding this a little hard to get into, but I suspect the fault is mine, the clutter in the writing is deliberate but at the moment I need some clarity and simplicity.
I finished The Moth Diaries by Rachel Klein. Bits were good, but overall not for me. Its on a couple of lists of all time best vampire books and many people write about it favourably. I did not find the terror creeping, because I did not care very much about the characters. I am not a professional reviewer and as I have said before, I am not very articulate about these things, but I did not get what I wanted from this. This does not make it a bad book, just not a great fit for me. However, it did have me thinking about the nature of the vampire, and our ties to time and familiar settings. Another book on one of those lists was “Fangland” by John Marks, and that did not do much for me either. The failure is no doubt with me and my laziness and requirement for genre expectations to be fulfilled. If I enter a leisurely stage of life again (like the times when I could meander through Tolstoy and Dostoevsky), I will lift my game, I promise. I would like to be like the cool kid who never likes the second album of any band, and who is ahead of the game and finds the most wonderful obscure tidbits, but my favourite vampire books of recent years have both been massive best sellers: “Let the Right One In” by John Ajvide Lindqvist and “The Passage” by Justin Cronin. I look forward to the upcoming re-release of Kim Newman’s “The Bloody Red Baron”.