Well, thank you very much, Dr Karl. You’ve promptly destroyed one of my few remaining secret homo indulgences: burning incense. Here I was, innocently presuming the rancid odour of a bushfire-ravaged fern gully was peaceful and shit. Now I find out it’s the pollution equivalent of standing in the middle of a six-lane freeway and gulping down car fumes.

Upon consideration, I suppose it all makes sense. Then again, it can’t be said I’m a stranger to bongs either, so maybe I shouldn’t be too worried.

At least if I stop burning incense, I’ll stop hearing quips from Adam floating down the stairs, along the lines of…

What’s that I can smell down there? (dramatic pause) FAGGOTRY?

We had a very relaxing albeit brief visit to Melbourne on the weekend. I spent the night at our mates Cam and Paul’s place (would you believe they hadn’t seen Lost yet? Also, one of us needed to continually cycle to maintain an electricity connection!) Somehow, we managed to get onto the topic of childrens toys, and how easily we could concoct some traditional child’s toy into something confusingly Japanese and expensive (read: overpriced plastic spinning tops being sold as “Beyblades”).

My humble suggestion is to resell marbles under the grunting, hyperactive and overly colourful brand of MARBEASTS™. MARBEAST™ marbles would be individually resold at approximately $9.95 each - naturally, the accompanying hastily-produced cartoon would feature a cartoon-cels-per-second equivalent of your bog standard Atari console’s framerate, and all creatures would feature overly complicated and detailed personality and attack types. MARBEASTS™: this Christmas, get some balls.

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