SNIPPETAGE

BIT THE FIRST: SCIENCE, THE LAND OF 2ND-HAND COMEDY

Just when you think paleoscience is a field populated by old guys with their long, receding silver hair tied back into ponytails that weren't even fashionable when they were supposed to be, and whose language and interests are as dry and dusty as the fossilised turds they spend half their lives digging out of some godforsaken desert (Actually, I don't really think that. I've always wanted to be a paleontologist, always always always, and frankly, I'm just bitter and jealous because it never happened), comes this wonderful bit of comedic happenstance to help you realise that these guys just have to be as brilliant and cool as their jobs.

The thagomizer. Use it in conversation today.


BIT THE SECOND: WTF QUESTIONS

For no reason at all, whilst driving in the car with Connor this morning, in the midst of no conversation at all, out he pops with this question:

Daddy, do penguins do popoffs?

Where's the chapter on that, Christopher Green, you bastard?*


BIT THE THIRD: I KNEW HIM WHEN HE WAS JUST A FOLK SINGER

Anyone who's been paying attention will know that I've been pimping one Jason Fischer as the next great thing in Australian SF.

He's just won first prize in his quarter of this year's Writers Of The Future.

Prophecy ful-fucking-FILLED, baby!

Boy's gonna be a legend, mark my words.



*Christopher Green refers, of course, to the well-known Australian parenting author, not the uber-cool, long-haired, mad as a cut snake, Gene-Simmons-boots-wearing Melburnian SF author, who is a pal and almost 100% guaranteed not to be a bastard. Although he may be Mafia.