Over his radio, I heard “Bring him to the holding room, we’ll deal with it there.”

As Day Follows Night seems to sum up the lilting feeling of going from day today, soaring through some and falling through others, and accepting the love and atrocity which such a manic existence entails.

People you choose to follow are chosen by you. If you choose boring people who tweet nothing but breakfast, you will get nothing but breakfast.

This one has become somewhat of a trademark dish given that they taste SO awesome, and I have a very limited culinary repertoire.

There are others who try to manipulate the social media beast, grab its tail and force it into a cycle of banality. Sometimes the manipulation is harmless, a simple viral video or Kanye West meme, but some manipulations may have greater consequences.

So my current laptop has proved unreliable after 4 years of trusty service. It overheats, and just generally has issues and as a result I’ve had to wipe and reinstall twice in the last six months, so… i’m looking at a replacement with a good backup system. A friend has recommended these parts for a [...]

When National Youth Week contacted me two weeks ago, I was surprised. It seemed that someone from the local paper (obviously from the ilk of Madonna and Prince and referred to on the phone only as “Jessica”) wanted to write a feature on me.

Michael Jackson, to us, was a fiction and a hero. A god of music we never entirely believed was real. Though his own childhood remained for many years a dark secret, he illuminated our lives with an imagination, grace and talent in abundance.

How to make a ringflash adapter out of household items.

or… “Why I Read and Write The Way I Do”