City Drawings

If its one thing I admire about Melbourne, its that the city has so much personality – from the people to the sights around it. The people come from all walks of life, differing niches and cultures integrating and jostling for their own personal space. Rockabilly and Corporate side by side, Zipper Pants and 2 foot tall blue mohawks walking through Elizabeth Street at Noon. Indian Emo with dyed red hair listening to their ipod behind a posh 50 year old on the train. They may not always get along, but this is what makes up for their people.

The City architecture lends so much to tell to the viewer – old town houses contrasting in front of the shining corporate windows. Brick and Mortar vs Steel and Glass. I love it, there is so much to explore and to discover. Among the things I have delightfully chronicled was the city’s illegalish artwork – street art.


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How I survived the Reaper Invasion

I gotta hand it to Bioware’s advertising department or whoever got it into their head to use Twitter’s hashtag to create a War of the Worlds-esque scenario… but only this was on a much large scale. There was more interactivity, more user created content. It was an alternate reality game where Twitter’s hashtag #SolComms was used to monitor the incoming reaper attack on Earth – something that was the main portion of the oncoming Mass Effect 3 (ongoing/continuing) Storyline.

I had been browsing facebook in between submitting things for hopeful employment when I saw something that caught my eye – that an Emily Wong had set up @AllianceNewsNet as a way to report on invading activity in conjunction with the hashtag #SolComms. Intrigued, I had a looksee and set up Tweetdeck to show all #SolComms in one column.

What happened was something I don’t think I will ever forget.

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Talking With Gods and Zombies

Panel  1: A shadowed silhouette of a man, standing against a dark wall. His ghosts weigh on the back of his suit jacket, but he does not let it show. A glint of light frames the sunglasses resting on his Scottish nose.

It seems as if he is waiting for something, yet as the dull roar of noise slows down to something more comprehensible, a voice starts filtering through, heralding his fame, his achievements, his status.

The Rock Star of Comics.


Panel 2: The scene pans to a ComiCon panel, and GRANT is walking, not confidently, but not meekly either. He walks as he is muddling through the surprise of it all, and is slowly accepting that this is reality for him. The reality where he made magic happen.

In front of him is a legion of fans, all cheering at his arrival on stage.

The scene is still set in greyscale, all black, white, and grey.

Panel 3: We are behind GRANT, looking into the crowd. In attempts to thank everyone for everything, GRANT lets out a gem of a statement in his distinct Scottish brogue:  “I’ll try to show my thanks in form of interpretive dance.”

Panel 4: We see him dancing awkwardly, but his demeanour shows no self-consciousness.



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Horses, Horses

Every morning when I take the bus to the train station, I pass by a bus stop that sits right next to a large paddock that houses about 2 horses and a foal. They seem to be nice, well-fed, and well cared for, as during the winter months, the owners give the horses covers, or their own variation of winter coats, to warm up and ward off the winter frost. The horses need these to keep healthy during this time, since they are free range, in the sense that they don’t seem to be tethered at all times and the “pen” they live in would probably take a good minute or so to gallop across.

This morning, I passed by the bus stop and saw the following sign:

“To those who Slaughtered the horses and keep on smashing the bus stop, I pray to God for your soul.”

>”To those who Slaughtered the horses

>”who Slaughtered the horses”
>”Slaughtered the horses”


These are someone’s well cared for, and loved animals, so I am absolutely horrified that someone would trespass into another persons property, climbing over a fence, and slay another person’s animal companion.

I can only just imagine the horror that the owners must have felt when they found the bodies the next morning. The area I live in, looks nice, but I know its littered with hoons, bogans, and wogs. But never did I think to this extent.

This is beyond terrible. Its a horrible showcase of human cruelty for the benefit of their own enjoyment.