Am I crazy? Every time. Every. Time. I say I’m an aspiring journalist, I’m met with the same flat-pack, freeze-dried, just-add-water, asinine response: “Huh, you sure it’s a good idea to try and join a dying industry?” After dusting myself off and being accosted by my partner (apparently, grabbing someone by their squidgy bits until(…)
Posts by Michael Griffiths:
Pokemon GO Methadone
I haven’t played Pokèmon GO today. I don’t know if I’ll make it much longer without it; I’m currently experiencing stomach cramps and cold sweats. Sometimes, I catch my hand drifting towards my phone to see if there’s anything around before I manage to catch myself. I’ve even tried to become enthralled in a new(…)
Goodes Enough For Me
Now that the name of Adam Goodes no longer invokes the mad capitulation of quasi-racism, can we sit back a moment and reflect on just what went on? “I don’t know much about AFL, but…” the Facebook posts would begin, as the endless procession of social media-ites who had never been accused of racism would(…)
blogit.com
I return from a self-imposed exile to the world of blogging. In the overdramatic throes of adolescence, I often wondered – nay, dreamed, doted, even – on the possible fame that I could muster from having my own blog. It was an incredible notion: I would receive recognition (and, hopefully, eventual payment) for doing what(…)