Ray Bradbury has died.
Absolutely nothing I can say or write can touch that one, single fact.
So long, Ray - and... thank you.
Hamburgers, the superfood.
7 hours ago
I'm a writer, mostly of speculative fiction, living in rural Tasmania. I've got a rural GP wife and three small kids, and I keep a running commentary of life here so that when my kids are old enough to give a shit, they can read up and discover who their parents used to be. I tried doing this on paper, but I sucked at it. So I tried doing it online with an audience. It worked. May contain adult language and concepts. Deal with it.