Sorry for the complete lack of posts lately, folks.

Manifest, my job, and my various OzTAKU commitments have had me running ragged lately.

So tired I'm being used for party gags...

I promise I’ll get a new drink up this week, and if I have the time, I’ll put in a review for Die Machine (Sydney club).

Other articles I’m currently working on are some reviews for Dr Steel, my thoughts on modern human-device-interfacing (so very very William Gibson), and there’ll probably be a round up of various anime conventions forth coming too (most of them suck unless they’re organised by me or Mitchell Chapman). After all that, there’s also going to be an amazingly shameless plug for you to go and buy the graphic novel I’ve produced lately.

But in the mean time, if you want my style of shenangigans, I recommend you go to the Melbourne Anime Festival that’s going to be on this weekend (Sunday, if you’re only going for one day) and watch me abuse some poor artists in their vain hope of winning about $60(wholesale) worth of art supplies. That’s always good fun.