Dan Liebke's Astonishing Tales

Which internal organ do you think is most full of itself? It’s surely no surprise to anybody who has correctly parsed the heading of this post that my vote goes to the liver.  I mean, yes, the liver is a vital piece of anatomical machinery for anybody who wants to live, but it’s part of [...]

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I went to a gay pride march the other day. Question: how do they get all the lions into those adorable sequined outfits?

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Despite the fact I have negative interest in the age-old walk-ruining pox that is golf, that hasn’t stopped me from previously commenting on Mr Tiger Woods. Perhaps it has something to do with my disbelief that a grown man could go around calling himself ‘Tiger’. Perhaps it’s because I’m genuinely curious as to whether or [...]

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Woke up feeling listless and lackadaisical. Pretty sure it’s because I lost my inventory of cows named after flowers.

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There is no ‘I’ in team. Particularly if your team of choice is the Royal Scots Homophone-Oblivious Nay-Saying Sightless Squadron.

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When I was about nine, Brother Rocco used to let me hang out after school at the monastery reading from the monks’ extensive comic book collection. Which was awesome! But as much as I enjoyed perusing the adventures of my favourite superheroes, I think what I enjoyed most about the comics were the mind-boggling advertisements. [...]

As a young kid growing up in the country, there wasn’t much in the way of quality entertainment. We often had to make our own fun. So, for example, one summer we went mad for dominoes (Honourable Mention in the Far North Coast NSW U/12 Domino Championships for my domino-centric tribute to Poison’s smash hit [...]

When you’re one of those crime scene specialists who draws outlines around murder victims and you lose your chalk, do you get frustrated with people who paradoxically urge you to ‘retrace your steps’? I bet you do. Keep your contradictory counsel to yourself, you snickering bastards!

I suppose, given the current spate of zombiemania, this was always inevitable. Eat him, boys, before he gets a chance to unleash yet another of his John Wayne impressions.

So apparently we need to recycle our old phones because when mobile (aka ‘cell’) phone manufacturers make new phones, they do immense damage to, and in some cases destroy, gorilla habitats. The article I read didn’t make it at all clear what one thing had to do with the other, but knowing those telecommunication maniacs [...]