
*door opens*
Hi. You’re the editor? You deal with signing up bold new writers? Yeah, my name’s Mike, I’ve come to discuss some of my ideas with you.
The Art of Unfortunate Travel


Blimey. I link to the marvellous Lifehacker a few posts back…and now they’re linking to me.
Is this something that works everywhere, I wonder? Well, one way to find out…
…
Love your work on Canadians, Will.
Hi. I am available round the clock for extensive pushing-your-products-into-my-face behaviour, perhaps even to the brink of death. I’m not actually proud of this – it’s more of an objective observation.
Hey, if you ever run out of room for stuff…
Tappity tappity tap. That’s what I do, being a writer. But don’t just take my word for it. Give me a 12-book deal and watch me go. (After the all-important hedonistic, round the world, drunk on life, year-long binge, of course).
You’re purrty.
…
*sits down to wait*
Image: Matti Mattila


Geekery has come a long way.
Once upon a time, geeks were the unhealthiest among us, hunched in corners, surrounded by empty Coke cans, pizza cartons and well-thumbed copies of Dragon and Your Sinclair. You never saw them in direct sunlight, and usually only in the dim flicker of the aged TV in front of them. Occasionally they’d leap up and say things like “My Gameboy has just become sentient. The Machine War has started. God help us all” or “Stephen Hawking is wrong: Superman could escape from the event horizon of a black hole”. They repaired things that smelled bad when they got turned back on. They played computer games too much, because the world lacked that kind of intensity of fun (barring members of the opposite sex. Allegedly. According to rumour).
Geeks hid from the world. Ask someone why and they’d say “because geeks are pathetic”. But now we know the real reason. It’s because the world wasn’t ready for how amazingly cool they are. (more…)


The really great thing about embarking on a career (travel-writing) that you are supremely underqualified for (untravelled, misanthropic, irreverent view on the world, fear of flying, fear of knowledge etc.) is that every Foreign Person is truly an adventure to know.
Not only are they a new person to learn all about, which is always fun – they’re Foreign as well. This is like your birthday occuring on Christmas Day, except in a world where instead of lumping your presents together and ignoring your disappointment, your friends and loved ones decide to have two parties.
Foreign People are just like two parties – two rounds of gifts, and two enormous piles of cake.
This goes some way to explaining the amount of food I ate this weekend, when a Canadian friend came to visit.