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…or some such commie rhetoric — hopefully my absence wasn’t too boring.

Well, what have you missed? Briefly: you work on a website for a month, under ridiculous pressure. Impossible things are accomplished. It goes live to great acclamation. The client almost wets their pants about it. Then, out of the blue, the Powers That Be, the meta-client, declare that they Don’t Get It, that it sullies their brand, and it gets unceremoniously pulled down. Feh.

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The trailer for Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars feels really daggy. Apologies to those I know who worked on the thing — I’m sure it’ll kick major arse regardless; but this has gotten me thinking about how after, say, Season Three of Buffy, genre television has returned to the realm of uncoolness. Am I the only person who thinks that despite its indisputible virtuosity and lovability, Firefly was almost terminally uncool?

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Here’s where I declare that I am now using whatever dubious lines of influence I possess in a hopeless bid to bring Joss Whedon to Australia as a guest of the Sydney Writers’ Festival. How’s that — a television writer, nay, a genre television writer, coming to smash the sacred prisms of the literati conspiracy! A portent: my agents have reported that the Powers That Be at the Festival kinda didn’t know who he was.

Another suggestion I made was Marjane Satrapi, author of Persepolis and Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return.

And a certain Mr Philip Pullman. Apparently they’ve already looked into the matter.

I wouldn’t hold your breath.