Well, I've done it. The new issue of Investigate magazine is out, and my interview on Vivian Alvarez with James Morrow is in there. There's two goofy pics of me in there, one's with the luvverly lassies, Misha and Tokenwoman, and one of me and dad when I was about 14/15yo. YAY. Funnily enough, it was the only picture out of all three family members (mum, dad, sis) that I had where I was in the picture myself. I hate pictures, they make me look like some sort of land monster.

I really wanted to do a post on wrongly deported Australian citizen, Vivian Alvarez. See, she's my half-aunt, and I wanted to clarify a few things, from my own perspective. Edit after edit, I couldn't bring myself to tone it down a notch or two for the sake of readability. Let's just call it an allergic reaction to discussing my family.

What seems to me to be a genuine bungle from all sides of the fence has been blown completely out of the water. Everyone's come out of the woodwork to grab at whatever they can get their hands on, and I thought I had to get a word out there, since I was once a part of that family, and I knew a different side to the story. It's been turned into a political circus, and everything I'd read up until I'd decided to do my interview was sketchy at best.

Adrian's just dropped me off a copy and I'm very happy with how it came out. Thanks to James for not making me out to be a wench, it was about as fun as I could've imagined an interview to go. He's got his work cut out for him, I'm sure I dropped a few heavy hints that I wasn't a fan of my family for reasons completely unrelated, har. I may or may not have peppered that interview with sailorwords.

And so, it's over. I'm done on the Alvarez issue for now, and I think I might celebrate with a nap, since the little one is asleep, too. I didn't vomit as I'd expected, my usual pre-emptive biological reaction when something exciting and/or mine is looming.

Go pick up a copy of Investigate and have a read - Adrian the Cabbie does a regular piece, 'Diary of a Cabbie,' and tBlogger comedian, Matt Hayden has his piece, 'First Draft,' taking a look at Mark Latham's diary entries.

PS. I'm not divorced, I'm separated. That's okay, though, it adds to my salty wenchlike demeanour. Beware the landmonster wenchbeast that is BourbonBird. ee-YAY.

Oh! And happy birthday to my ex-husband (kindasorta), M, who turns the big 2-6 today. Happy birthday, Jerkface. You always did have the face of a jerk. Heh.

[updated] I have deleted the three existing comments in my blog because not only were they irrelevant, they were disrespectful to my blog and what this post is about. I will not be spoken to like a piece of meat, and if it happens again, I will not be pulling comments, I will be banning IPs. I am not a prude, but I expect respect in my patch of e-grass. That not only applies to myself, but for my readers, also.