For any interested Melbournians, I’m speaking at the Nova Mob tonight about Edgar Allan Poe. I originally decided upon Edgar as a whim, and am now very glad I did. I thought I knew a little about his life and work, but how very wrong I was. Such an extraordinary person and so appallingly doomed. If there was ever a candidate for the McDermott Temporal Head-Slap Machine … you know, the thing that allows you to go back in time and give an historical personage a good wallop about the cranium just as they’re about to make a right and eternal dick of themselves … Edgar is that man. Mind you, he would have required several applications.
[Now, none of you writerly types go on steal that idea, you hear? Sod off, the Poe-Gets-Time-Slapped story is mine. Or will be, once I extricate myself from the Tawdry Matters of Commerce that distract me at present. Blurgh. My laptop gathers dust. And it's not procrastination dust, either ... I'm actually frelling busy with actual necessary-if-I-am-to-eat stuff!]
Have to go make some actual notes for tonight now … Edgar deserves a little more than my usual seat pants and the flying thereby.
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