The Better Oxygen
Like, did they…did they get out? The show didn’t go back to them, so maybe they were eaten by whales. But today we got what might be the first three-part episode! As Grant had to row all the way back to buy portable oxygen chambers in Melbourne because Janine was getting seriously oxygen sick and they needed a pure source. That’s the thing about living in a renovated sunken cruise ship: the pressure can really get to you, and all the oxygen you’re breathing is recycled. Janine has been having headaches for weeks now, and Grant theorised that it was because of the shoddy oxygen they were having imported from Russia. They can’t afford to pay rent AND upgrade their oxygen, but Grant thought that maybe a bit of hyperbaric time per day might make things easier, plus they make portable chambers now. He rowed for hours to pick up the chambers, and in this episode he finally got back only to face the new problem of how to transport the chambers down to the house, because they don’t fit in the transport tube.
Meanwhile, Janine’s head has swelled to the point where it’s 20% bigger than usual and she’s started to hallucinate, so whether they like it or not, they might have to switch their oxygen provider. I haven’t seen the end of the episode yet, but…I hope Grant gets there in time. I don’t think explosive decompression would fit the theme of light evening entertainment.
-Yusef
Most of the time on ‘Echolocation!’, they move onto different people every week. Sometimes there’s a two-part episode, but the show has always been pretty consistent about telling different stories, even when the stories aren’t quite complete, like last week when Ophelia and Iris were on the table in their lab while the water was pouring in because they bought some cheap sealant and no one was coming to help because they live a hundred miles away from the coast in a metal pod and they were crying and stuff.
People in this workplace talk about air conditioning a
Alright, now Her-Bla is just blatantly mocking my way of life, and I won’t have it in my home. I won’t say Marley is obsessed with it, but she seems to like it okay. It’s aimed at six-year-old girls, I guess. If there are bright colours and girls saying ‘YEAH, GIRL POWER, BOYS ARE FOOLS!’ then she’s going to be interested regardless of the political subject matter.
Alright, so we still have sewers. Also, telephone poles.
Looks like Sandrine’s scarred for life again. We all told her, straight up in our first meeting, that she shouldn’t be back at work. It might have come across as being brutally honest, but it needed to be said. Last time we saw her she was having a nervous breakdown and saying that our competitors were trying to burn down the building. Which is…well, it’s not true, at all. Hasn’t happened while she was recovering, at least. And we’ve gotten so much done without her buzzing over our shoulders and sending texts and emails at unearthly hours.
I’ve been thinking about boating a lot lately. I know that seems like a random thing to have on my mind but I’ve always been fond of the water. If you need
I’m stoked to announce that the small bar project that Randy, Mel, Billy and I started over a year ago is almost ready to go! When I say almost, I mean there’s still at least a couple of months of work to knock over, but we’ve finally arrived at the fun bit: interior decor. Time to bring some bold aesthetic flavour to this perfect fitout.
Windows…we have no need of them here. Back in Urusai Castle, we had no windows, only stone openings that were impenetrable. Of course, we had no doors either, not in the western sense. Much has changed since we moved here, despite our efforts to transform this space into the glorious headquarters we once had. As one of our wise sages once said, “The past is like a lemon. Delicious when squeezed, and good for throwing into the faces and eyes of your enemies, but after squeezing? Good for nothing. Throw it on the compost heap!”
Bah, and here’s me choosing the way of the beast as my wizard path. How could I not have seen this coming? Truth be told, being banished to the mortal realm is pretty new and hip as punishments go. Ever since Mr Rickets Barney discovered the portal, it’s become the king’s favourite method of punishing infractions.
I do love a good festival. Just celebrating other cultures, right here in the country of immigrants…feels so right. I’m sitting in the café right now watching it all happen in the square: the Festival of Light. Honestly, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen twenty people doing a ribbon dance in perfect sync, except their ribbons are lined with tiny LED lights that make it look like they’re swirling little lightning bolts around themselves.