WE HAZ THE TECHNOLOGY!

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HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH!

After nearly two weeks in Technonomansland while waiting for “Internet Men” (Tiger’s words. I tried to tell her they might be Internet Ladies to no avail) to fix something something something wire cable MASSIVE STUFF UP something …

The Internet Man CAME TODAY!

He was a man. Sadly. But Tiger was beside herself excited at his arrival. She even played him a song on the ukelele.

Anyway, my point and I do have one is that WE ARE NOW ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB AGAIN!

NO MORE HAVING TO WATCH REPEATS OF THE GRAHAM NORTON SHOW BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY THING WORTH WATCHING ON THE ONE CHANNEL WE CAN GET WITHOUT THE INTERNET!

DOWNLOADS! ALL THE DOWNLOADS!

Oh, and catching up on all of the work I’ve not been able to do because no internets.

Ouch.

Hence, this post is just a very brief update to say I read How to Be Happy and it was as awesome as everyone said, but why the cuss did it need to be set in a drama school?

I mean, I know, it was a memoir and the author went to drama school and so he was kind of just … telling what happened but couldn’t he have lied a bit and said he studied marketing?

I went to drama school. I still have actual PTSD from it. It didn’t help that, as I was cringingingly remembering my own drama days while reading this book, a new Facebook reunion group cropped up full of photos of my drama school. Go away, drama school. I did not like you then. I do not like you now.

And Shannon with the red hair? I still refuse to “show you some respect” because you were the lead role in our third year production of The Good Woman of Sechuan.

No, I’m still not over it.

Any of it.

But I’m getting distracted. My point is the book was brilliant and I probably didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have.

If you didn’t go to drama school, or did but enjoyed it, please read this book. It is a searingly honest memoir of mental illness, sexuality, friendship, family and love. Its writer is ridiculously talented. Even if he did go to drama school.

Next up is FINALLY A TASMANIAN BOOK HURRAH as I delve into Kathryn Lomer’s Talking Under Water. Kathryn launched my own first book and has been a tireless champion of my work but luckily her own writing is epically brilliant, so I know I won’t have to fudge my review.

Catch you when I’ve waded my way through all this work.

I promise not to get distracted by cute squirrel videos on YouTube.

*coughs*