I think it was Ulysses that did it. Strained my brain, I mean.
I got a bit too close, that’s all. Too close to the rarified atmosphere or wherever it is that Ulysses lives.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have written yesterday’s blog. Well, not all at once, anyway.
It’s left me a bit vague and drifty. Not a bad feeling, but certainly not conducive to full functioning.
I’m sure it will pass, this light-headedness. But I’ll be more careful when approaching the dizzy heights of literary genius next time.
However, I have a remedy. Hal Spacejock.
Yep, that’s the way to get back to normal. I hope you’ve heard of Hal. Not the, ‘I’m sorry I can’t do that, Dave,’ HAL of Stanley Kubrick.
Hey, hold on there. Stanley Kubrick is getting up into rarified air again.
Let’s get down to earth again. Stick with Hal Spacejock.
Hal is the brainchild of Simon Haynes. Simon is an author from Perth, WA. And Hal Spacejock is the worst space pilot in the galaxy. The books are funny, filled with gung-ho adventure and mishap, have beautiful women, crazy plots, and a save-the-day robot named Clunk.
Simon has written four Spacejock books, and if you like Douglas Adams or Terry Pratchett or Red Dwarf, or that guy Ford with two ff’s, then perhaps Hal Spacejock should be on your reading shelf.
You can get the first book free. Yep. Free, with one f.
Head on over here http://www.spacejock.com.au/ and you will see the link for a free download of his first novel in the series.
The scribbly gum is a tree with scribbles. A moth lays its eggs under the bark of a gum tree. The eggs hatch and the larvae crawl around eating into the layer under the bark. The tree sheds its bark and the scribbles come to the surface. Magic.
Scribbly Gum 