So the sixth conference on religion, media and culture called me up to invite me to speak at a plenary session, based on the exciting research I’ve been doing in the field of online religion.

Well, that ain’t so true. I was going there anyway, so they thought I might like to speak at a plenary session.

Actually, they were really stumped to fill in a gap so they asked me.

Well, to tell the truth, they asked my supervisor, who refused and palmed the gig on to me.

Still, I’m feeling really excited about it. On top of a couple of other presentations I’m doing in sessions, I’m offered the chance to share what I think about stuff ‘n’ stuff to the entire conference. And given it’s like the flagship of research into media and religion, there’ll be a lot of university departments who’ll say “So, who’s this guy then?”

In my other life in Shepparton, weird shit is happening all over the place. I got a call yesterday from Victoria Legal Aid over an issue they have with one of their clients whose residential service worker appeared at a police interview. So I’ve been asked to be at a meeting to give Crimes Act information to Legal Aid and advice to a local youth work agency on how youth workers should conduct themselves in consult with young people.

So many things I am so unqualified for. I even surprise myself what I can get away with. So far nobody’s worked out I’m a dickwad, and I reckon the new haircut has something to do with it.