I'm currently doing an online trailer for the Enter the Matrix game. Sometimes all the shit fades away and you realise, I'm currently doing an online trailer for the Enter the Matrix game!
Finished The Business. Wasn't that impressed. Like a very clever Mills and Boon (lifestyles of the ultrarich, unrequited pining, "exotic" locations, etc), but without the romance (and way more gadgets).
But hey, dud book or not -- if neither Iain Banks, Lena or myself are appearing at the Writers' Festival, I mean, what's the point of going? :)
- Three years ago I was coopted onto a Sydney Writers' Festival panel about Asian food writing, ferchrissakes, chaired by Cherry Ripe, the ridiculous food editor of The Australian, along with Annette Shun Wah and Andrew Ma. Ms Ripe rang us all up beforehand to get the vibe, and Andrew and I independently lied to her about our intentions. Asked questions like "do you use chopsticks at home?", we singularly failed to raise a collective eyebrow, and promised to earnestly explore our heritage. On the day I wore my best, most reactive Nation-of-Islam-type suit and shades, and performed a long tirade about us reserving the right to spit in your lemon chicken. Andrew read a piece he'd just written about his double obsession with white flesh and KFC.
- Two years ago at the Festival, Lena presented her piece that contained the immortal line, "meanwhile, while you're fucking me up the arse, I'll make you hoummous and tabouli".
Destroy. Destroy. Destroy.
