User:Russell Dovey
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Russell Storm Dovey, writer, satirist, roleplayer, bookworm, computer nut, non-sequiturist and professional collector of Her Majesty's Royal Dole, has no permanent residence. He does, however, stay within the bounds of the Australian Capital Territory, leaping from sharehouse to couch, as the goat leaps from tree to tree on the mighty Canadian main, fending off pirates and mounties with its hooves.
His family is scattered around the world, from his sister a few suburbs away to his old da' on the South Coast, from his brother in the exclusive rich buggger's enclave of Canberra Grammar to his mum on the South Pacific island paradise of Samoa. Most of the rest are in Melbourne, poor sods.
His friends are likewise spread throughout these many lands, in Samoa, Melbourne (poor sods), and (luckily for him) in Canberra. They range (or derange) from roleplayers to ale-quaffers, expat Kiwis to stranded dreamers, graphic artists to martial artists, imagineers to poets, musicians to madmen.
Russell is a playful, iconoclastic, whimsical, antisocial, stubborn individual, so his friends tend to understand that just because he sometimes disappears for months, or forgets to ring them occasionally, or turns up on their doorstep at 7AM demanding coffee and bus money doesn't mean that he's a selfish, inconsiderate, weird, lazy, deliberately annoying bastard.
At least, this is what Russell believes. Since he also tends to think that if they really didn't like him they'd tell him to go away, that's good enough for him.
Russell is in the process of writing a science fiction novel, which is why he is procrastinating by farting around on Wikipedia, writing this potty biography.
If you want to contact Russell and distract him further from his work, which he may welcome desperately as a sort of Deus Ex Procrastina, use the following methods:
- You can email him at anarchist@sluggy.net if you don't need a quick reply. Since Russell gets so many spams per day, which are impossible to filter out since he's got a webmail account, please include, in the subject line, these words: "Archaeopteryx Bing Machine".
- His mobile phone number is 0403 962 190.
- If these don't work, then either he hasn't checked his email, which happens quite often since he has no permanent home, he didn't see your email because it was lost in a mountain of spam and his eyes were tired, he's run out of credit on his mobile phone and cannot call you back, he's going through an attack of depression and temporarily can't stand people in general, he's got a good flow of writing going and is taking vicious glee in not talking to anyone, or you're an agent of bureaucracy and he doesn't like you. Basically, be patient, and try again in a few days.