YOWIEHUB

It’s been two weeks since I joined the Yowie Hub family, and what an exciting experience it’s been! I’m honoured to be welcomed into what is an ambitious and innovative organisation. And the biggest plus is that I’ve gotten my own office at the Bungalow. Thank you to everyone who has supported me during my transition to an ethical, altruistic and methodology-based organsation (and legitimate!). 

I’ve been mulling just how to contribute to the great corpus of work available on the YowieHub website. The first article you write for YowieHub is arguably the most difficult and important job anyone could have (sorry guardians and foster parents!). Boof told me that articles are like heroin and it’s a codependency and crippling. I laughed it off and he spewed on FernyDog’s desk and then met some strange tattoed guy outside on the docks. And for a moment I was lost. 

But then it hit me. Why don’t I write about something everyone wants to know? 

When we’re not on an expedition, presenting our findings at conventions, and contributing to the robust breadth of Yowie academia (yow-cademia) and Yowie bovine husbandry (yow-cow-cademia), we’re out in the field, talking to our Yow-chies and Yow-chettes (that’s you guys!). Everyday, we hear some amazing questions from our growing community. And we often get the same questions. 

Just the other day while stopping over at the petrol station in Holbrook, this tall, timid chap with a negative canthal tilt came up to me and asked “are you guys satirical or do you actually engage in Yowie research?”

I laughed, but slowly realised he was serious. “Do people actually think we’re satire?”.

To this he said “Is a submarine buoyant?”. I spat out my Oliver’s focaccia bread and ran outside. The only submarine was the Holbrook submarine, and it was beached! Or it was a foot-long Subway meatball sub on Italian herbs and cheese with blue cheese (no salt and pepper), that Honky got on the way back from the expo. I was at a loss. Are we a joke? 

I will admit, it was a depressing drive back to the Bungalow. No amount of Andy Circus’ reading of the Hobbit managed to raise our morale. Honky and I sat in silence. Honky because he was asleep and me because I couldn’t talk to him. 

“Honky?” I said. 

Honky just snored as we listened to Andy Circus at the Cirque de Solei while an elephant played cymbals. 

“Do people really think our organisation is a joke? But-but we’re not Australian Yowie Research? We adhere to the modern scientific method and ensure all of our findings are peer reviewed by Yowie and other ape-like cryptid experts from across the galaxy?” 

To this, Honky farted and I cracked a window. But that was the guidance I was after. I needed to let in some fresh air. 

And so, here I am, starting a mini-blog series on what goes on behind-the-scenes in YowieHub. Stay tuned for my upcoming post on YowieHub’s mission statement and rigorous methodology.

But for the moment, please enjoy these photos I took outside my office at the Bungalow.  

Cinna