Dolphins are right here. Doing beach ball tricks gladly. They are in our hearts.

Dolphins, we are told, only let one side of their brain sleep at a time – what with the whole mammals drowning thing. This presents an ideal metaphor for poor-quality sleep which leaves you feeling as if you never slept. To sleep thus is ‘dolphining’. (That’s what I claim, anyway). It’s a depressingly useful word. I’m in no danger of drowning in my bed, yet I dolphin constantly.   I have questions. 1) How does one determine that a sleeping dolphin is partitioning its brain? W

A bunch of grapes sit. The grapes are bunched together. The green grapes sit still.

He stared at the dead body. Its head caved in.   ‘What do we know?’   ‘Well, it looks like he’s had a heart attack.’   ‘WHAT? No it doesn’t. It looks like he’s sustained a blow to the head with a blunt object, I’d say.’   ‘Well maybe he fell and hit his head and then had a heart attack.’   Shaking his head he stared at her.   She stood calmly staring at the body and he could tell she was processing the entire event. It was her first dead body. He knew from the past, that when

Bonn uses Mother’s Puter-info for safety and making clothes and weapons.  Stumpy blue trees are like Ashwood and best to use for making bows and arrows.  He bounces his way to the closest Ashes forest 50kms away.  The laser-gun fells a few and trims them to a bendy bow and straight arrows.  Sharpened Grumblebum bones make arrowheads while leg sinews twisted with spook-reed flax stretch for bowstrings.   Red-Black Pandabeasts are the simplest to hunt, while a spook-reed gassed

He sits in mother’s doorway eating psycho-melons.  He is lost in space and time.  He has no name.  No one calls him or speaks to him or talks about him.  He is a “Boy of No Name”.  So, he calls himself just that -“BONN”- instructing Puter to call him Bonn, just so he can “be”.   Bonn gathers fruit.  Large juicy, blue-fleshed melons growing in massive patches are his favourite.  Unfortunately, they give off psychotic fumes of close, cloying atmosphere that is overly sweet, sti

‘Well it’s closed.’   ‘WHAT! I’m dying for dinner! That’s crap. How can it be closed? It’s always open.’   ‘Well it seems that it is. We were told if we weren’t here on time it would be shut.’   ‘That’s bullshit. That woman is a nightmare. Just because we’re a little late, SHE CLOSES!’   A lady stood at the door and smiled at them, refusing to open up.   ‘MUMMMMMMM, OPEN THE DOOR AND LET US IN. I WANT DINNER!! THAT’S NOT FAIR.’   The lady smiles more and walks off.   ‘Awwww M

I’ve recently moved to Jindabyne.  There have been a few lifestyle changes to adjust to.  One of these is work.  I had a business before I moved from Newcastle, but it was a consulting business that only really worked if I could be onsite, only now, I’m 600 kilometres away from my customers.  I have a choice, either, rebuild the same business here by finding new customers, or start a new business doing something new.    One idea is to put water in cans and sell it online.  He