Rob Hood
Robert (Maxwell) Hood (born 24 July 1951) is an Australian writer and editor recognised as one of Australia's leading horror writers, though his work frequently crosses genre boundaries into science fiction, fantasy and crime. He has published five young adult novels, four collections of his short fiction, an adult epic fantasy novel, fifteen children's books and over 120 short stories in anthologies and magazines in Australia and overseas. He has also written plays, academic articles and poetry and co-edited anthologies of horror and crime. He has won seven Ditmars out of twenty nominations, and been nominated for six Aurealis Awards.
Biography
Robert Hood was born in 1951 in the Sydney suburb of Parramatta. At the age of nine he moved with his family to Collaroy Plateau on the northern beaches of Sydney. His initial experiments in writing began in primary school, where he produced short "flash fiction" style pieces. He continued to write fiction throughout his teens, and in first year of high school commenced his first full length piece, which he later described with retrospective humour as "a bad Dr Who-type scifi novel", featuring an eccentric professor with a beautiful daughter combating alien invaders and carnivorous plants. He wrote in school exercise books, and not infrequently during his mathematics lessons.
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by: Electric 6When a problem needs a problem solver
Guess who gets the call?
Me that's all
You're duelling with a plugged revolver
Guess who dropped the ball
The writing's on the wall
The French sent us copper lady
Long since turning green
From New York to Los Angeles
And all points in-between
Burning 50 million MegaWatts of
Gasoline
I accept my destiny
I shall start a legacy
The likes of which you've never seen
Make them rip it
Rip it clean
I accept my destiny
I am a ripping machine
So help me!
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You're listening to your politicians
They claim to speak to God
Can't you see it's just a fraud?
You're rituals and superstitions
Don't you find them kind of odd?
Might as well kneel before Zod
The French sent us a copper lady
Long since turning green
From New York to Los Angeles
And all points in-between
Burning 50 million MegaWatts of
Gasoline
Oooh!
I accept my destiny
I shall start a legacy
The likes of which you've never seen
Make them rip it
Rip it clean
I accept my destiny
I am a ripping machine
So help me!
Rip it! Rip it!
Rip it! Rip it!
Rip it! Rip it!
Put me in motion
Drink the potion
Use the lotion
Drain the ocean
Cause commotion
Fake devotion
Entertain a notion
Be Nova Scotian
Drink the potion
Put me in motion
Use the lotion
Drain the ocean
Cause commotion
Fake devotion
Entertain a notion
Be Nova Scotian
Drink the potion
Put me in motion
Use the lotion
Drain the ocean
Cause commotion
Fake devotion
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian