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THE STAFF here at bazznold, due to INTERNECINE distractions has undergone some Alterations of Editorship. R. Nold himself has become Crepusucularly involved in attempting to record for posterity his daily life in song and dance, yet still fulfil his obligatory bazznoldian duties to spread this necessary message. He always claims he has “staff to do that”, but he does not.
ABOUT”THYLACINES OUT OF SEASON”:
The mission is this: we must dream the thylacine back into existence, as almost everything that exists now was dreamt of first, and often in ‘science fiction’. Stringenly disseminate, study and inspissate our phantasial images.
Artists are removing online digital images from fear of AI interference and exploitation.
The “Tasmanian Tiger”, last proven sighting 1936, Beaumaris Zoo, Hobart.
Maybe we’re not next, but slouching there.

{NOTE for Design dept.: ADD Tas Coat of Arms]

From the mists of Mr Nold’s imagination rise thoughts of a numinous and now possibly lost Australian beast pervading the spirit of still mysterious Tasmania…

Here at bazznold it is hoped that some of my lifetime’s detritus may be securely saved for future generations in the Cyber Wonderland we have all come to love and respect for its permanence and guarantee of Immortality offered by the worldwide web we are all caught and stuck in, awaiting the arrival of the GodSpider we are here to nurture and preserve until such time as there is no longer any Where or Whysomeness in which our droppings can Live Forever. It is to be hoped that all Civilians who visit this Cyber Condaminium will be enlightened and sustained for their “Journey” going forward in cliché-ridden certainty ever deeper into the Mystery as it folds, unfolds, and shifts inexorably onwards to ultimate shapelessness.

The Thylacine (or the Tasmanian Tiger) was Tasmania’s top predator but it was hunted to extinction with the last known of the species dying at the Hobart Zoo in 1936, seen here in this photo from the Australian National Museum. Its passing came about through farmers’ suspicions that it preyed on livestock and bounty hunters were authorised.

But what if, wonders Lindsay Arnold, instead of exterminating we’d succeeded in domesticating? Here’s the first series of moments showing the elusive marsupial in the wild and in its imagined role as a desirable companion animal. Many more to come as Lindsay Arnold’s thylacine dreamworld moves between the possible and the outright weird.