Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Well, it's been a crazy year and a bit, but I've taken up blogging again ... sort of. Click here to find me on Tumblr if you enjoyed my writing and would like to see more. Thanks!

Sunday, August 01, 2010

No "I" in "team"

Mum: You know, it's about time you start thinking about having children ...

an9ie: Oh dear lord, not this again. How about I just give you the raw materials, and you find somewhere to hatch them?

Mum: No, no, it's not what you think. I don't want you to have children for me. I'm fine. But think about [MFC]'s mother. You'd make her so happy.

an9ie: How very ... selfless of you, mother.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010


MFC: So, here are the spare keys to my mother's house.

an9ie: Yep.

MFC: Now, I know what your kind are like, so don't use them to break in and steal any valuables ...

an9ie: ...

MFC: Or to start up a Triad gang in the garage.

an9ie: Bite me.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

If I go missing ...

I've recently joined a personal finance forum on the Internet (you know, because I enjoy diving into my swimming pool full of diamonds and gold coins, and I wanted to share the experience with like-minded people), and I told MFC that I replied to a post asking how female members on the forum became interested in finance.

MFC: Hang on a minute. You told an Internet forum that you were female?

an9ie: Yeah. What's wrong with that?

MFC: Oooookay. Well, when some weirdo abducts you, and the police ask me if I want to file a missing persons report, I'm going to say, "You see, officer, she DID tell an Internet forum that she was a girl," and they'll just nod and walk away.

Thursday, December 03, 2009


The Backstreet Boys are coming to Perth in March 2010. 

I am very excited.

That is all.

Oh alright, that's not all. Because if I buy a ticket, I'm not just investing (investing?) in an incredible stadium experience, I'm also going to relive my bittersweet youth.

And if they don't get all the dance moves right for, "Quit Playing Games With My Heart"*, I am going to throw rocks at them. 

Except for Kevin. You've always been my favourite, sweet Kevin. In fact, let's check the BB Wikipedia entry to see what the boys have been up to.


Kevin left? Damn yooou, Kevin!

* Or am I thinking of another song? Because there weren't that many dance moves in "Quit Playing Games With My Heart", but in the video they did wear really thin shirts, and then it rained, and the shirts stuck to them, and then all the buttons came undone and ... hmm, maybe THAT's why it's my favourite song.

Friday, November 20, 2009


It's graduation night for our Diploma of Screen & Media (specialising in Animation), and I've been asked to give a speech on behalf of the animation class.

Go away, butterflies!

Update (21/11/2009): Holy crap, that went better than anything I could have imagined in my wildest dreams (without me being arrested). What a buzz!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Nice things about last weekend

1. Spending the weekend with Tim Ferguson.

2. Spending the weekend with incredible writers, directors, producers, and actors who were attending the same course.

3. Learning how to write comedy. The mystery has been stripped away, like a marriage after twenty years, but I love you even more than when we first met, comedy. We will make beautiful music together and you will deliver many deposits with many beautiful zeroes to my bank account.

4. Going out for drinks and dinner and being fancied by people. (It's nice when your cleavage brings its "A" game.) What happened was, a lady came up to us and said, "My friends have dared me to say, 'Hi, Sexy!' to everyone at this table. So ... Hi, Sexy! ... Hi, Sexy! ... (she gets to me) Oh my god! You're gorgeous!" I don't know how many drinks you'd had, lady, but yes, I will have your babies.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

When things come together

Yay! What a fantastic day.

Earlier this week (I left it rather late because I've been busy and not reading my FTI newsletters), I applied to attend a narrative comedy writing workshop taught by Tim Ferguson.

Tim Ferguson, of the Doug Anthony Allstars, whose DAAS Kapital TV show used to warm my face every week with its gentle, silvery glow. TIM FERGUSON.

Mind you, the only recollection I have of those episodes are a Japanese mermaid in a wading pool and the phrase "Shitsu Tonka".

Old age is funny like that.


Anyway, I got an e-mail back saying they were full, accepted it, and moved on.

Then this morning the organiser called me, saying that someone had cancelled, and he had read my application and was very impressed, and would I still like to attend the course despite the short notice?


Then I went to my mother's for lunch and she had bought this book for me:

The blurb on the back says, "Inspired by a course run by the National College of Ireland, [this book] comprises 20 letters from Maeve, offering advice, tips and her own wonderfully witty take on the life of a writer, in addition to contributions from top writers, publishers and editors."

This is a pretty special gift because it means my mother has accepted that I'm pursuing this crazy dream (and is no longer pushing me to be/marry a doctor/dentist/accountant/lawyer).

And as everyone knows, when you've got your Mummy behind you, you can pretty much conquer the world.

I suppose the universe agrees, because a catalogue with this message arrived in the mail this afternoon:

I know it's just a catalogue, but I'll take good portents wherever I can get them, thank you very much.

Time to get fit

How do I know?

My arms get fatigued when I wash my hair.

I look at photos from four years ago and my face had ANGLES.

And tonight I realised that my virtual pet on Facebook gets more exercise than I do. Mainly because I keep entering him in races to win money for snappy outfits and garden furniture.

What a sad state of affairs.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

MFCs say the darndest things

While having dinner and watching Dollhouse last night ...

MFC: Who's that?

an9ie: Her name's Sierra. She's played by an Australian actress.

MFC: Her face looks like an Easter Island statue.