Zed-with-Fangs

G'Day from the Pie Thrower! Wow, 2014 was a while ago..... and too much has happened and too much has not happened that I could spend an hour writing it all, and probably not even be halfway done. I honestly don't know what to do with this account. Whatever drove me to write shitty poetry, amoungst other things, has long been dormant. I don't really see a future where that drive returns. While the odd photo or picture will come up, don't expect much to be posted on here. I'll try not to leave it too long between Journals next time. Much love, Zed-with-Fangs

G'day from the Pie Thrower! Good news! I have a second season of The Love of a Nerd, podcasts of which can be listened to at SYN.org.au/theloveofanerd These days, as you can probably guess from the title, I'm not writing as much as I used to. Yes, I've said these things before, and I do hope one day I will be writing poetry like I used to. But maybe, it's time to retire Zed-with-Fangs. I have had a fantastic run on here. Six years. As my muse has died down and I believe has been swallowed up by "Erik Magister", the name I use for The Love of a Nerd. What do you guys think? ~Zed-with-Fangs

G'Day from the Pie Thrower! Yes, my muse is still missing but I'm not going to force it back. It could be because my 'talents' are wrapped up in writing fan movies of Doctor Who. I've got four in progress. Why? Because Steve Moffat is a fucking idiot. Here are some updates: Work: My shifts went from three to four nights a week to two, two to one, one to once a fortnight. So I decided to get my Gaming Licence (this is so I can expand my duties, get more shifts and possibly more money. It means I can work on the slot machines). So, had to jump through hoops for that, get a National Police Check (which wasn't cheap) and have my fingerprints d