Varr! Vot Arr Ya Doouving Vit Yor Lyfe?!

And here we are again, for another week.

Not much new to report. People will see that I have a store page up. Containing fine and mighty fridge magnets. I don’t think they need much explanation, other than to say they are nothing but the best (if a bit on the dark side). Liven up your fridge, liven up your day. And go and get yourself one.

Sometimes you have to draw to break a duck.

A duck, as well as being a cheerful quacking animal, is cricketing terminology, it means no runs. You have no runs on the board. Your personal score this innings is zero. To be run out on a duck is a great shame for a batsman, and must be avoided at all costs. Breaking the duck, thus means, to have gotten your first runs on the board and thus avoid that fate.

It’s also jumped out of the cricket world to mean a general face-saving breaking of some concerning patch of drought, however mild or severe.

It’s only been a week since the last cartoon got put up, but the backend of my life reoriented in a significant enough way (i got chucked back into an old friends group who are largely unaware I do this shit), so I mentally go “can i still do this?”

But of course I can, the image is presented. The duck broken, this facet of my life is still intact.

Another duck looks yet unbroken, Melbourne’s record drop in water-storage levels over this summer from 86% to 75%. Not good. Not good. We all know why, so I won’t blabber on about it here. But watch that number, because there is too much incompetency up top for it to end well.

Did you know you can extract water from a tree branch with a plastic bag? Look it up. Thank me later. Or buy a bloody magnet.