Michael J Seidlinger’s Standard Loneliness Package is a compound of beautifully broken, wasted relationships. Bitterly, it forces you to examine your own failures.
I love the smell of falsehoods in the morning. Welcome to another rancid, steaming serve of Fake News. Just wash your hands afterwards. With Bleach.
As America suffers through the latest school shooting, I find myself returning to the original for answers: Columbine.
Earlier this morning, one columnist stated that the solution to Sydney’s housing market is leaving it. Well, there’s also another way.
Faced with the realities of their gun culture, the US government has done something, classifying ‘thoughts and prayers’ as a viable treatment for gunshot wounds.
The mentality of GamerGate has shifted over into the world of comics, where a collection of white male commentators are decrying the purported push towards diversity.
On the back of new information, the Orlando shooting (and the rhetoric around it) was not exactly what we assumed it was. It does, however, teach us something important about modern-day America.
In the hands of Jenny Quintana, ‘The Missing Girl’ is a real page-turner that steps between past and present, effectively evoking the struggle of the 1980s middle class in Britain.
So it seems that everyone’s favourite crime family, The Sopranos is the next in line for the prequel treatment, with a movie in the works. Bada-bing?
Fake News is very much like stocking a library with books you’ll never read. You think you look smart, but everyone knows you’re actually dim as fudge. Sorry, Dad.
Great change was promised during last night’s Oscars. However, wiggling the edges of the screen in prediction, how much will we actually see?
Fake news correspondent Frank Rarely believes frantic preparations are already in place following Malcolm’s invitation to Trump to pop around.
Back before it became the norm, Columbine was the act that shocked a nation. Now, the mother of one of the shooters as attempted to chart that national horror.
Wollongong, the town of my birth, is a fairly laid back place. Except in the case of a recent council-sanctioned art installation. All bets are currently off.
The difference between the political left and right seems to be built on the assumption that the other is wrong. That thinking is fundamentally flawed.
According to the internet, the Silent Yoga Disco is now a thing. BYO chakra, mat and tunes. Ohhmmmyeah!
Last year, we took down Ross Geller from Friends and Ian Fleming’s 007. I’ve discovered three more that may trigger us.
Donald Trump making it easier to buy guns, Barack Obama’s Black Panther cameo and a lunar hoax that smells very distinctive. Welcome to the fourth circle of news hell.
You know what? Australia loves a political scandal, and the reason why it keeps happening is because we want it to. We have a problem.
Frank Rarely discusses the serious implications of Malcolm’s move to clamp down on politicians bonking their staff irrespective of whether it involves rorting their travel expenses.
While Oliver Sacks is no longer with us, his brain is. The noted dead man throws the spotlight on who we are in his latest effort. Spookily accurate.