Gullible Again
Sylvia Shawcross Sometimes when it is grey and damp and the air is heavy with the taste of a dreary day you can go down to the other side...
Tiptoe through the missile-toe
Sylvia Shawcross And so most of us are surviving the festive season which for some is more like the festering season. I am writing this as an apology from...
A Howling
Sylvia Shawcross We must greet each other now not by vague kisses in the air off to the side, or handshakes or elbow touching, but by reaching out and...
The Scritchering
Sylvia Shawcross Please note: This is not a humour column so avoid if despondent or if a highly judgmental holier-than-thou arse feeling omnipotent on a keyboard and by just...
Voila! C’est ca!
Sylvia Shawcross Oh for heavens sakes! It took awhile but I finally figured it out. They have discombobulated their desires into a substitute agenda because they can’t face what...
The Maskparade Charade
Sylvia Shawcross In the ridiculous world of the New Abnormal where we apparently find ourselves it is critically important to add your opinion to the cacophony of why we...
We’re at Wefcon 3
Sylvia Shawcross In the ghastly world in which we live—a world that may be flat or not with a moon that we may have visited or not that is...
The Butterfly Monologues
Sylvia Shawcross There are four types of people in the world. Well, in this world anyway. Now, the first type of person looks at the world and asks “Why?”...
Tapestries and Tapeworms
Sylvia Shawcross Ah the scientists. Bless their happy little hearts I always say. Having known a few of them and dealt with them on occasion I have to admit,...
Endless Tremendous
Sylvia Shawcross I don’t know what we’re all complaining about. Truly. The world is just so ripe with tremendous opportunities. We know this because Blinken, Deputy Secretary of State,...
Chicken Little Was an Optimist
Sylvia Shawcross Okay, to be honest, the title of this piece came from a comment by somebody on some forum somewhere which stuck in my head because it made...
The Short and Brutal Life of the Fruit Fly
Sylvia Shawcross Now, there are only two types of people in the world and it has been this way since the second generation of humans existed: those who know...
Wallabies and Wallpaper
Sylvia Shawcross Is anybody else as worried as I am? THEY are not saying it anymore. They drove us crazy for at least a year when Covid arrived. There...
I’m a noun and so are you
Sylvia Shawcross I’m afraid to go out there now. In the world I mean. Not because it is getting more and more violent or because of the germs or...
When the Saints come marching in…
Sylvia Shawcross Well that is a relief right? Here we all were…. okay… some of us… okay… maybe ‘those people’ were worrying with all that is going on that...
Mealmoth Flambé
Sylvia Shawcross Now, some of us, admittedly not a large number at this point, find ourselves up at midnight reading The Psychology of Totalitarianism by Mattias Desmet and wondering...
The Long-Snouted Weevil
Sylvia Shawcross Well, here we are—living in the New Abnormal in the first world nations trying to figure out what to do with those little plastic tabs they put...
Cricket Croquettes
Sylvia Shawcross Now, as the crimes against humanity mount in a world on the precipice of colossal change, our hope lies in Artificial Intelligence. This is the way it...
The Dress
Sylvia Shawcross Warning. This is a vaguely humorous piece during a time when humour has basically crashed and died a thousand deaths. If you haven’t laughed since 2019, it...
