Through the looking glass

A poem about me in which nothing is true She’s humble; speaks little. Mousy they call her, when they notice her. She’s hap­piest on her own. Never thinks twice, quite con­tent. Quick to praise and no regrets. She tends her garden, dili­gent, and Basks in the...

And they lived happily ever after…

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Christina. She was as smart as she was brave and as brave as she was beau­tiful and she was very, very beau­tiful. She had long golden hair and she always wore green. She kept one plait in her hair as long as...

Infant zork

You are lying on your back in a large lounge room. There is one exit to the south-west. There is a brightly col­oured play gym on the floor, shaped like a but­terfly. > lick the play gym The play gym tastes blue. There is a rattle under the...

Prejudice, advertising and degree

For those who haven’t seen this seg­ment on the Gruen Transfer, go and watch it first. Be warned, it’s offensive and designed to be. (For over­seas readers, the Gruen Transfer is a TV show ana­lysing advert­ising with com­pet­itors cre­ating ads for out­rageous...

Protected: About a girl

I did end up taking Harper to the hos­pital, but she seems fine and although they didn’t do an ultra­sound, they said it wasn’t an intus­sus­cep­tion, so that was good. The cur­rent thinking is that the blood in the stool could be oeso­phagitis tied to the reflux or...