A self portrait (of myself). A reflection on a window, that blue glow is a TV on the otherside of the window 
The obvious truth: I am a bit of a zombie freak.
The turth you may have guessed: my name is Jim (well it is actually James but Jim or Jimmy is just as good).
Stuff about me: I am studying a bachelor of writing at the university of Canberra, ACT, Australia. My major is in creative writing (excellent!). Other studies are in media production and literary studies.
I am the editor of the dark culture ezine, Eclectomatic Ezine. The publication is quarterly, free to view and currently a for-the-love-of-it project. This means we can't actually pay contributors in anything other than exposure. For those interested, our submission guidelines (you MUST read these first) and contact details can be found on our website.
Our first issue is available for direct download from our site or from the brilliant ISSUU.com
Things I like:
Industrial, cyberpunk, sci/fi, horror, comics, dark humour, wine, cigarettes, coffee, chains, buckles, odd rusty metal objects, cities, strange architecture, buildings of derelict or disrepair, The Dandy Warholes, surrealist art, psychedelic music, monster, demons, aliens, humanity (as in the study of), subcultures, cyborgs, technology, fatty food, apocalypse, zombies.
My socail networking pages:
Myspace
Vampire Freaks
And now for something completely random - a very weird excerpt from a scene from Shakespeare's Titus Andronicus
[MARCUS strikes the dish with a knife]
TITUS: What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife?
MARCUS: At that that I have kill'd, my lord- a fly.
TITUS: Out on thee, murderer, thou kill'st my heart! Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny; A deed of death done on the innocent Becomes not Titus' brother. Get thee gone; I see thou art not for my company.
MARCUS: Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
TITUS: 'But!' How if that fly had a father and mother? How would he hang his slender gilded wings And buzz lamenting doings in the air! Poor harmless fly, That with his pretty buzzing melody Came here to make us merry! And thou hast kill'd him.
MARCUS: Pardon me, sir; it was a black ill-favour'd fly, Like to the Empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
TITUS: O, O, O! Then pardon me for reprehending thee, For thou hast done a charitable deed. Give me thy knife, I will insult on him, Flattering myself as if it were the Moor Come hither purposely to poison me. There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora. Ah, sirrah! Yet, I think, we are not brought so low But that between us we can kill a fly That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor.
- Last seen 8 hours ago. Member since March 25, 2006.
- My mood is , and quote is "Brains!".
- I am a 24 year old man (Australia)
- When I'm not writing, I'm I'm a father and social science student..
- Visit my homepage at www.eclectomatic.net
- I support the site as a gold member






- I am in the groups Inner City Zombies
- I have 305 comments, 1 contest, 20 stories
My Lists
Stories I'm focused on
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The streets outside Jake's fortress home are shoulder-to-shoulder dead. Slowly edging closer to sanities brink, what will Jake do next?
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Hung-over, Jake awakens to a world catching up to the seriousness of the situation. Outside, the streets are littered with evidence of chao1900 words, 7 comments, December 27, 2008. In Contains language and violence, Dark, First person, Horror, Zombie apocalypse
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The dead spill onto the streets of Newtown... what happens next?1000 words, 6 comments, November 30, 2008
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Reports of “affected” individuals were coming in from Indonesia, Japan and Los Angeles.
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“God's righteous judgment has finally come,” exclaimed one member who had been promptly scorned by a half dozen responses.
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The woman was coming up behind me. I turned to see if she need help. I was in time to look into those pale, dead-glazed eyes...500 words, 15 comments, November 17, 2008
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The living were rare in this part of the city, the dead were common.800 words, 20 comments, November 14, 2008. In Apocalyptic, Dark, Explicit language, First person, Zombie
My Stories
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An entry in a '5 min contest'
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The President of the free world is given a matter of serious urgency to consider. At stake, billions of lives. The press of a single button
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affeine, nicotine, solitude: these were the things Chris craved. The cold, empty, metal elevator welcomed him...
Guest Book
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the back row on October 29Greetings. Zombies are cool. I have a delightfully zombified costume for Halloween.
The Titus Andronicus quote is hysterical and bizarre. I've been meaning to read that play, a friend of mine did a monologue for the Queen and claims it's exceptionally gory.
Are you a steampunk fan, too? -
Asonine on October 24Whoa, so far, most animated profiles suck dick but yours is really bloody fucking awesome... and I know awesome is over used but... a word like cool is just to dumbed down... grass smoker almost.
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lady portuges : hey... on October 20so you are also a fanatic of twilight?
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Lady Pixie : Dude. on September 23Long time no talk, Zombie man. Hope all is well



