Apologies

I’m sorry but I was trying out some new hi-tech wizadry and may have accidentally created three Timothy/Penguin chimeras. Nothing to worry about. It will all sort itself out I’m sure. Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.

Day Trip With Books

A bonus long weekend (seriously, who remembers when the Queen’s Birthday is supposed to be?) saw me heading west up to the more chilly climes of Blackheath.

Although it has a reputation for being cold in winter and sometimes has (small amounts of) snow at this time of year, it was actually sunny and not cold. Even so, it had more of an authentic winter-vibe than Sydney does.

It also has lots of antique shops and cafes. It also has its own outpost of Gleebooks (the main store is Glebe in the city, which helps inform how to pronounce the name).

Anyway, I thought you’d all enjoy a photo of the science-fiction section.

Sci Phi Journal Has Come Back From the Dead

I marked the passing of Sci Phi Journal in July last year (https://camestrosfelapton.wordpress.com/2018/07/31/sci-phi-journal-ended-and-i-didnt-notice/ ) but it has re-opened under new management. https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/home/

To re-cap, when we first encountered it, Sci Phi Journal was run by Jason Rennie who was variously aligned with the Sad and then Rabid Puppy campaigns. Jason moved on to Superversive and passed the baton to Ray Blank. Then in January last year, with the business model not really coming together, the journal folded.

I liked the idea of it more than its content. It was one of the few puppy related projects that was primarily positive intent. This new iteration is being managed by two Europeans, Mariano Martín Rodríguez and Ádám Gerencsér who also work on on the journal Hélice (which I’m not familiar with).

Some lyrics

For yesterday’s post so that people can sing along.

Rocket Cat
I ate a pile of cat-nip last night
Just around eight pm
And I was about as high as a kite by half-past ten
I don’t miss the Earth that much or miss my house
I fit right in with outer space
On such a dark-adapted night

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til lunchtime brings me home again to eat
I'm not the cat they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
I'm a rocket cat
Rocket cat
Meowing at the moon up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til dinner time brings me home again to eat
I'm not the cat they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
I'm a rocket cat
Rocket cat
Meowing at the moon up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to be a cat
In fact, it's cold as Hull
And there's no warm spot to fall asleep
And the space litter tray I don’t understand
It’s full up five days a week

A rocket cat
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til lunchtime brings me home again to eat
I'm not the cat they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
I'm a rocket cat
Rocket cat
Meowing at the moon up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til dinner time brings me home again to eat
I'm not the cat they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
I'm a rocket cat
Rocket cat
Meowing at the moon up here alone
Crazy Little Thing Called Love But With Bismillah No as the Only Lyric
Bismill-ah no, bismill-ah no no no
Bismill-ah no, bismill-ah no no no
Bimillahhhh
Bismillah no no no
[guitar break]
[Repeat ad nauseum]