izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (echelon)
This place is supposed to be a Trump free zone but some fan art pictures are just too amusing for this serpent to keep all to herself

A lying vulture sitting on his ass would be a more appropriate description for such a grand swords and sandals epic

And anyway, since when do real lions consort with sneaky foxes? The inner Slytherin is disgusted already
izmeina: (Crazy Cats)
The Crim Reaper

On this darkest witchiest of days, such a pity Izzie could not find a pic of Don the Con wearing a Dementor's burqa with his axe or sickle in one hand and a giant bacon Whopper in the other

He has been disturbingly quiet over the last few days. Maybe it's the calm before the Tweet storm. Or maybe Steve Bannon has taken a midnight flight to Argentina and left him home alone

Did attempt to indulge in the usual sunset ritual but the critter had gone hiding behind some clouds and for the last few hours it's been raining cats and dogs. Just as well because it has been an incredibly dry and warm winter. If they got this weather in England it would be called a wonderful summer.

In spite of making a special visit to the garden centre for this witchiest of weeks, did not get around to planting the new peach tree or the Buddhas' hand citrus today as originally planned. Made do with a few mulberry twigs that had been sitting in a bowl of water.
Rescued them from Privet Drive more than a month ago and forgot all about them with all the distractions and dramas there lately.

Only yesterday noticed that buds had come up on all of them, the tiniest curl of a leaf or two and even some green feathery baby berries on one twig.

So did manage to plant something for the day. Most importantly, added the magic ingredient of several handfuls of kitty litter into the planting hole for the mulberry twigs

Now the shops have taken to stocking some dodgy brands such as Purina from the USA which are twice the price of the perfectly good local stuff. But the big prize goes to the muck from Middle Earth also known as New Zealand
It's not your average clumping clay but volcanic rock zeolite which happens to contain all sorts of interesting trace elements and of course holds lots of liquid which is precisely why it gets used for soaking up cat pee. It also happens to be a home brand which means it's less than 1/4 price of the competitors.

Izzie with her mad hat and bags and stuff looks like your average crazy cat lady, so when buying a bag of this stuff at the supermarket talk invariably turns to those elusive feline creatures. Folks are always surprised to find me buying the stuff when I haven't even got a cat. Visits from the neighbour's moggies don't quite count.

But any would be burglars who come lurking around the Lair on seeing the big orange bags of kitty litter and the angel's trumpet flowers near the gate along with an assortment of ghost chilies are hopefully sufficiently scared off. If they did get inside they would probably get attacked by the stacks of books and not a TV or half decent tech toy to be seen.

It is just such a pity that some of the more interesting plants find this bit of the world just a bit too warm for their tastes. But then there's always an assortment of pitcher plants or durian fruit to add to the Witch list of weeds.
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (big brother)
Let the Twitter Games begin!

Promises to be the best Reality TV show since that inauguration

Politics really is Hollywood for ugly people
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
When you live in a graveyard, you cannot weep for everyone

It sure feels like that lately. There seems to be far more than the usual occurrences of doom and gloom these days.
There was the Manchester Massacre just over 2 weeks ago followed by the attacks on buses carrying Coptic Christians which barely made the news for a day here.
There was the attack near the embassies in Kabul followed by yet another attack in the United Kingdom, a mass shooting in Orlando Florida now followed by a murder in Melbourne where some narcissistic nut job looking for his 15 minutes of fame claims allegiance to both ISIS and Al Qaeda. A bit like proclaiming to be be a supporter of Manchester United and Liverpool at the same time.
Another sad event that slipped under the radar was the murder of two men in Portland who came to the aid of some Muslim girls who were being harassed by some guttersnipe who then turned his attention to them. It is sickening that they had to pay for basic human decency with their lives. Others may think twice now before daring to do the right thing.

There's no point in even getting started with the anniversaries. Hard to believe that it is nearly a year since the murder of nearly 50 people in a night club in Orlando.

The recent drama in Melbourne is also scarily reminiscent of the sad story of the Lindt Cafe loser. I refuses to name the perpetrators. No need to give them the infamy they so desperately desire. While 20/20 hindsight is a wonderful thing, it is simply not possible for the police and spooks to keep eyes on the enormous numbers of 'persons of interest'. For every one that extra attention is paid to, another can slip through the net, but it defies belief that those found guilty of numerous violent crimes somehow manage to get out on bail.

But then lurking in the background feasting on all of this misery is the Shakespearean Villain Iago who hisses hatred and snarls and sneers at those who are trying to light candles in the darkness. He never gets his own tiny hands dirty as he tweets away incessantly egging on his minions to do the work of the devil for him.

While the decent people of the world are trying to fix up the mess, he sneers at their efforts and fans the flames of fear and hatred just for the pleasure of watching the world burn.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and by the time James Comey swears to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth a few days from now, God knows what demonic distractions he will unleash between now and then. He could have got a whole week or more out of the two fingers up to the Paris Accord if ISIS had not wiped that story well and truly off the front page with yet another appalling attempt to associate bridges with death and destruction rather than unity and cooperation.

I would not put it past the Saudis to stir up the latest Qatar drama as a return favour for their friend and benefactor and Dark Lord of the Orb of Doom. A bit of projection and deflection may work wonders for them as it seems to do for him.

But with a bit of luck, he will be forced to drink from his own poisoned chalice. All those folks he trashed and destroyed on his way up will be ever so happy to return the favour on the way down.

Yes fame and fortune truly is a fickle friend.
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (jolly swagman)
At this rate, it looks like the serpent will never catch up with the gossip in Cyberia.
Been back lurking in the Lair since Saturday but hardly ever online with access to a proper big screen and keyboard.

This should have been the week for catching up but there was the distraction of the annual heritage festival. Missed many events due to events at the Dursleys but there were still a few tasty morsels left for this week. Notre Dame University put on far too many tempting evening lectures with titles such as "Journalists and the first draft of history", "Australia, Trump and the American Alliance" and this evening's offering "Heroes and Villains, crime and history" on the subject of celebrity criminals and Dodgy Donald didn't even get a mention.

I will have to pass on the annual ritual of the university guided tour due to work tomorrow.

It was a fun week of fake news, alternative facts and grovelling deputy sheriffs. Even managed to plant a few weeds in the Lair while listen to scary stories on the radio about the blasphemy laws in Pakistan and how even the laid back Indonesians are turning into a bunch of feral fundamentalists. That Saudi Orb of Darkness is leaving its trail of destruction everywhere.

So here is hoping that this month sees a return to the usual serpent abnormality. Funny. It took several week's absence from the Lair to realize just how much I miss it.

Got so much catching up to do with dusting, mopping and generally restoring some order to the crazy chaos. Who knows, I might even manage to invite Petunia over when she is feeling a bit better.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
Just a quick serpent squiggle to report that all the Dursleys are alive and well.
Daisy and Dudley have flown back home and Izzie has been lurking at Privet Drive since last week
But that means no proper Big Mac keyboard and just this pokey tweet phone as a Portkey to Cyberia
So much gossip and so little possibility for a proper posting
Will be back at the Lair tomorrow so hoping to catch up on all those long overdue emails and comments
izmeina: (Don't panic)
Any moment now, the dreadful Dudley Dursley will darken the door of the Lair
Ten days of stress and drama await as the princes of Pity Parties regale their captive audiences with tales of suffering and woe worthy of a Dementor
Poor old Petunia doesn't stand a chance up against this lot. Strange considering that she is the reason for their presence in the first place

It so sucks using an itsy bitsy phone to hunt and peck letters when I can write 50 words per minute in Scrivener with a proper keyboard

So many interesting Friends post and so little alone time to catch up with comments
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (scary squid)
In spite of the dramas at the Dursleys, Izzie has still found time to be slinking and snooping and tweeking the Time Turner and encountered the juiciest tastiest Trump morsels
Gold Fingers

A veritable gold mine of tweetable quotes and super scary revelations

"Trump was seen on the news shows offering his services to negotiate with the Russians. There was talk that he might make a run for president"
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Spiral)
What a week

If we ever needed proof that
The fish rots from the head
Then this week was it

Just another week in Washington

More of the madness

Originally tried to embed rather than use links but they seem to disapparate when clicked

The vanishing tweets )

At this rate we will be lucky to get to the end of the next one
izmeina: (circle serpent)
A quick squiggle from Nanoland. This has been the strangest Camp Nano in the last few years and bears an uncanny resemblance to the adventures of August 2012

The map was all rolled out and ready to go. The path should have been pretty easy. Usually Camp Nano is the perfect occasion to get in a bit of practice in writing and brainstorming by grabbing a pack of Devil’s playing cards as writing prompts then churning through them slowly and steadily in the hope of generating as many ideas and leads as possible for the big event in November.

But this time I decided to do things a bit differently. Instead of laying the foundations for a new project, would devote this time to adding more words to last November’s zero draft. All the serpent needed to do was to add a whole bunch of new scenes and try to steer the story into some relatively coherent shape.

The Art of the Steal was about a devil doing deals and offering numerous political fixes in exchange for souls to fill his bright shiny Celebrity trophy cabinet.

It should have been so easy since Dodgy Donald and his minions have exceeded even the worst of expectations.
Between Twitter snippets and even just following the daily news here, there is bucket loads of raw material so it should have been possible to almost go in zombie mode.

But the inner serpent is not playing nicely.

Of course there have been quite a few distractions in the last few months.

Playing with the Pensieve )
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (teapot)
Oh well. Livejournal was fun while it lasted.

Now they have started an April Fools joke that is nowhere as funny as the one offered by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Had no idea until Dreamwidth started rejecting crossposts. Went over to the Dark Side for a peek at the problem and this ghastly pop up ticky box is there like some pesky padlock. No navigation of the site is possible, clicking on links to read comments or anything.
You now have to enter the URL to get to any pages now.

So so glad that I imported LJ to Dreamwidth a few months ago even if it did mean having several years worth of duplicate entries. Had tried to reverse and repeat the procedure several times over the years but always ended up with the double entries since 2009.

Now that particular door has been shut.

Gone are the days when introducing advertising to the service was only ever a sick April Fools joke.
Now they taunt us with legal gobbledygook

7.4 Please note that, User shall be subject to Article 10.2 of the Federal Act of the Russian Federation No. 149-ФЗ if more than three thousand Internet users access the Blog (the Blog’s page) within 24 hours.

Of course this translation of the user agreement is NOT legally binding
But this one is

7.4 Администрация обращает внимание Пользователя, что если доступ Блогу (странице Блога) составит более трех тысяч пользователей сети «Интернет» в течение суток, на Пользователя будут распространяться требования ст. 10.2 Федерального закона Российской Федерации № 149-ФЗ.

This Federal Act of the Russian Federation No. 149-ФЗ seems to appear suspiciously often and anything with Putin's paws on it, is probably going to be an exceedingly nasty piece of work

I guess that any post that becomes too popular too quickly arouses suspicion as a possible pretext for protest. Nothing like using the sledge hammer of the law to crack a nut.

Also strange is the apparent absence of any discussion of this stuff over on Livejournal. Maybe all the Drama Llamas are long gone because they used to go to war over mere trifles and now they are all missing in action.

But there are much more important things to worry about in Russia these days. If they are not meddling in elections or bombing Syria back to the stone age, then there are the attacks from countless enemies.

With so much FAKE news out and about these days, it is hard to know which bombings are committed by terrorists and which are False Flag Reichstag Fires.

We can only be sure of one thing.
When elephants fight, the grass gets trampled.
izmeina: (Don't panic)
There were rumours going around in Cyberia that there are Russians out there with a sense of humour. Surely this must be the most FAKE news ever.

But the BBC has kindly included it on their list of juiciest jokes for April.
Of course the Beeb have been banned lots lately from White House press events so that's pretty good credentials.


Russian hackers on demand

Inspired by claims that Kremlin-sponsored hackers tried to rig the US election, Russia's foreign ministry shared "a new answering machine for Russian diplomatic missions abroad" on

"To arrange a call from a Russian diplomat to your political opponent, press 1," the fake switchboard message suggests. Your other options? "Press 2 to use the services of Russian hackers", or 3 "to request election interference."
izmeina: (circle serpent)
So today was official FAKE NEWS Day.

Been busy in the real world so not much time to collect juicy morsels but there are some out there.

Of course there were countless resignations in Washington but no one could possibly fooled by those

In honour of the day, Radio National devoted one of their many repeats to a forum about Trust and truth in the digital news age

Best tasty morsel ever was the link to this online Defence Against the Dark Arts site

So many sites and so little time
izmeina: tree and serpent lurking, permaculture logo (egg)

Nathan Lozeron is the King of Productivity Porn. Nothing like teaching a concept to others to make sure that you understand it deeply yourself.
If there is any justice in the world, he should become President or at least rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Or maybe he will continue on his present path of sharing the golden nuggets of wisdom for free rather than hogging them all for himself.

But back to Word of the Day

The concept is suspiciously close to those dreaded and woeful vision and mission statements but not quite. More like North on a compass than some cheesy happy claptrap to be hung in a foyer to impress the gullible idiots.

It would be fun for folks to suggest suitable one word mantras for each other and see if there is any overlap.
So far GAMES and MAGIC come to mind for certain serpent associates

Had been meaning to do a proper post about this and a whole bunch of other things not to mention replying to an assortment of thought provoking posts (Catness is the culprit behind most of those) but those days seem to be well and truly over lately.

At present this peeved python's word would run along the lines of PISSED OFF but such pity parties are no path for a bright shiny future.

When the choice is between pecking the letters on a tiny but properly functioning smart phone or using a real keyboard attached to a temperamental and veritably senile Big Mac, then the good intentions do not last long at all.
After the first 15 minutes of jumping through hoops, spinning beach balls and freeze frames, all desire to squiggle rapidly evaporates only to be replaced by murderous frustration and rage. And the problem with anger or fear is that it makes you irrational and stupid. Brain dead. Totally and completely brain dead.

It is a miracle I ever managed to keep the new monthly resolution beginning in March of writing ten minutes or 300 words per day for 21 days this month.
Most of it turned out to be snarling hissing rants about what a worthless POS the Big Mac is turning into. Did also squiggle a bit more cheerfully in the gorgeous green Slytherin diary but that doesn't count because there is no word count.
But the content is completely irrelevant. The point is the ritual and the habit.
Did manage to clock up between 400 to 500 words in the 10 minutes (nearly always timed it) so it should not be too much of a stretch to add another 10 minutes per day to reach a quota capable of reaching April's Camp Nano target of 25,000 words.

Next month's habit is infinitely more ambitious. Getting up around 7am 6 mornings a week and going to bed by 11pm.

While pottering around some of the productivity porn pages on habits, came across some one who is learning French for just 5 minutes a day on Duolingo. Figured on the spur of the moment that would be an interesting experiment - to start a language from scratch with just 5 mins a day and no particular effort outside of the app and see what sorts of progress I make. Clever buggers have gamified the site. Most geeks would see straight through it but simple serpents are easily pleased.

So far I have a 7 day run. You get bonus points for that sort of thing. Sneaky buggers.
Even more amusing was consulting the Oracle of Google to learn about the business model because there just did not seem to be any obvious means to make money from a free language learning course. Especially one that displays no adverts of any kind unless they are all on the app which I do not have because the Google store keeps saying that there's insufficient space in spite of having a nearly empty 16gb SD card in the thing.

It is so much easier to take teenie weenie baby steps and make progress that way than to go for grandiose projects which only serves to awake the inner beast who never misses a chance to sabotage any grand serpent plans.
izmeina: (Don't panic)
Some tweets are just too good to stay in Twitterland

izmeina: (Don't panic)
Izzie has been a bit of a strange serpent of late. There’s serious drama over at the Dursleys. By next Friday all will be revealed. Until then there is nothing to do but keep the forked tongue crossed.
Combined with some recent posts from Catness and crazy troppo weather, it’s sort of triggered a serpent mid life crisis.
Last year had a lucky escape with a dodgy witchy wart gone feral. It got nuked in the nick of time but in the light of recent events, I cannot help but think that if I had lived in the USA a simple 1 hour nose job would have cost an arm and a leg.

But the autumn equinox brings relief from the sizzling summer and the promise of all sorts of green and growing things.

The whole business of goals and the search for some worthwhile purpose on this earth got the serpent to thinking that all the happiest times had one thing in common without exception - some project to be working on - be it tiny like a simple zentangle, a bit more ambitious like an 8 week online course with homework assignments and deadlines or some crazy hairy scary audacious goal like paying off a $25,000 mortgage in 250 days (it actually took 200 but was overshadowed by the evil scheming of DodgyDonald clone Dolores)

So it might be an idea to dust off and rejuvenate those long dormant spark plugs with some new grand project.
There’s been plenty of those that end up getting written down over and over again in the little green 5 year plan notebook. But it’s time to tweak those rituals a bit
Like Nanowrimo - what is needed is a real rather than an arbitrary deadline.

Grand Plans )

The Sneaky Tricksy way of getting stuff done.
Next best thing to having a private army of Zombie minions

izmeina: (circle serpent)
A state election, tons of Dodgy Donald morsels and the untimely death of one of my favorite political cartoonists last Friday are just some of the things that happened this week.Izzie had plenty to say about all of them but didn't.

When it takes more than 40 minutes to wade past piles of spinning beach balls to post a link to one cartoon, it's hardly surprising that the serpent has no great desire to come here squiggling anymore.

So when you don't see me leaving the occasional calling card on a comments page or taking a week to reply to an email, it's not that I'm being antisocial or a snooty stuck up snob. And it is certainly not the Silent Treatment. Simply a rather rotten Apple that leaves a sour taste most times I ever get tempted to go near it.

There's always the itsie bitsie twitter phone but that's about all it's good for. After being so used to touch typing on a proper keyboard and cutting and pasting all sorts of crazy cartoons, hunting and pecking on a tiny touch screen is just too much drama.

So will likely remain in lurker mode most of the time in the near future.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
It’s been a strange and crazy month. After the mildest and wettest of summers in decades, the sizzle returned with a vengeance on the last weekend of February with a hot and horrid 40 celsius and there’s been no let up since. Not as hot but still icky sticky and muggy. Totally soul sapping and brain draining

Then there’s been an assortment of dramas over at the Dursleys which will have to wait for another day. They will prove to be increasingly significant over the next few months and have rather overshadowed the good news of a recently announced visit from Daisy Dursley in August this year.
There is also the minor matter of the Big Mac. That’s the 2009 edition desk top in the Lair which has become exceedingly flaky and unpredictable of late. When it often takes as long as 20 minutes just to get to a website - especially on Firefox and then another 10 to even attempt to do anything there, then often the easiest option is simply not to bother and to just to try keep up with stuff on the teeny phone screen.
So the long periods of recent serpent silence in Cyberia isn’t due to sulking or wilfully ignoring or neglecting folks but rather more mundane and trivial causes.

Of course the big local news at the moment is the State Election on Saturday. Things are seriously sad when a serpent has posted so little about Oz politics. There are fatter, bigger and uglier fish to fry in the very big pond across the oceans.

One thing we have all learned in the last few years is that the only poll that matters is the one on Election Day.
But when a party has been in for 2 terms with the same leader then the odds are simply not in their favour to carry away the prize for the third time. Even if a government is reasonably good, people tend to get tired of them and want to try something new but when they become appallingly awful, arrogant and out of touch and endlessly eyeing up the family silver ware and crown jewels with plans for a visit to the local pawn brokers, then it’s definitely time to take out the garbage.

Our own little emperor in the wild west of Oz has still sufficient decency not to resort to declaring martial law or scheming up Reichstag fires so the odds are likely that on Sunday evening he will wake up to those infamous words

A few years ago he peeved a lot of liberals by forcing a whole bunch of local councils to amalgamate without providing additional funding to the councils for the costs. The courts got involved and he got told to take up his ball and bat and go home.
Then he annoyed the hell out of hippies and greenies by commencing construction on a road to nowhere. Not at the beginning or the end but right in the middle where there are wetlands and habitat for all sorts of endangered creatures.
The icing on the cake and the likely death wish was the recent announcement of preference swaps with One Nation - a party led by the Ginger Nut Pauline Hanson who is a Putin/Trump fan girl and promoter of Alternative Facts and an assortment of conspiracy theories.
Which reminds me that an Amazon Owl arrived this week. It was a serpent Christmas present
The Hexen Tarot which is one giant collection of conspiracy theories in a box. Spooks from Cyberia meet medieval occult and alchemical art. It could be just the thing to use for the next Camp Nanowrimo.

Crazy Days

Feb. 28th, 2017 11:40 pm
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
It’s been the strangest of times in the Serpent’s Lair. This has been the mildest of summers according to the usual Oz standards. Of course there has been the obligatory string of 40 Celsius days but this time in dribs and drabs rather than several soul sapping strings of the things several days in a row.
We have had the second highest rainfall on record (i.e. In the last 150 something years. 40,000 years of unwritten weather records do not count here) this month where the usually driest of rivers overflowed their banks.
The ginger, turmeric and general assortment of weeds in the serpent’s garden were very happy with this unexpected downpour and it saved a week of watering by hand.
What’s really crazy was slinking out in the garden at night over the last week wondering what on earth the most magnificent of floral fragrances could be. It smells suspiciously like orange blossom but that cannot be remotely possible because those are in October (and July for the last few years) and anyway there were no pretty little white flowers to be seen on the tree. That was until today when I noticed that there are indeed lots of them but all on the west facing wall which cannot be seen from within. Now that is seriously freaky.

It’s been a culture vulture feast on steroids. The giant Fringe Binge ended last weekend but then this week there was the annual writer’s festival which was another occasion for sensory overload.
A nasty 40 degree day got tossed in the mix on Saturday but it is surprising how even on such a sizzling stinker of a day, it is still comfortably cool in the shade of a magnificent Moreton Bay fig tree.

In spite of all the wonderful events going on, this serpent spent far too much of the month in a state of crazy flaky absentmindedness. Less forgetfulness and more a lack of ability to be in the present moment. Which sucks when there were so many magic moments.
A lot of it could be attributed to simple sensory overload. Between real life stuff and ridiculous piles of fascinating Goblin Porn on Twitter, it was a severe case of information overload.
Came across an updated version of Dave Allen’s “Getting Things Done”. This one is called “Making it all work” found in the usual source of tasty morsels at the charity shop where I work as a volunteer on Mondays. Will definitely need to adopt some ideas from this book in order to sort out the scrambled eggs in the serpent skull.
So so many books and so little time. “Look who’s back” and “Inside Putin’s Russia” are also clambering for attention.
March is going to be the month to introduce a new habit that never quite worked when trying it in January. Decided that 400 words every day might be more achievable than 400 every morning.

By the time Camp Nanowrimo rolls around in April, this new habit should be on autopilot and 600 words per day should not be too much of an extra effort. But about what? That is the question.
izmeina: (Default)
So the Fringe Festival is finally over and it is time for this serpent to return to mundane and boring reality. Just as well really. The Fringe was fun while it lasted but it turned out to be a case of total sensory overload. Even though most of the shows I went to were good or great (with the odd rotton egg tossed in) it was still so much stuff to digest.

It’s funny. The Lair and the Garden of Eden have become a haven of retreat after a good 3 weeks of neglect attending to only the basics such as watering and keeping everything alive over summer.
We did get a handful of icky sticky humid days as well as the sizzling 40 somethings but summer this year has been the mildest in decades and we had one day with the second highest rainfall on record.
Everything is booming and blooming instead of sizzled and dead like this time last year.

So back to the Freak Shows. Once again got to see as many as last time but the goal posts have been moved concerning the cheapskate tickets.

No more rocking up at the box office around 5pm looking over the list with the little red dots and conjuring a schedule based on the cheapies for the day.
They introduced a window of 11am to 3pm only which sort of makes sense in that they want to keep the scrooges away from the queue during the busiest times of 5pm onwards.
But they also got rid of the quick glance list. The only way to know the deals of the day was to go to the website and find out there. it's a total nightmare of a thing to use on a mobile phone where it takes 3 or more clicks to actually get the page for a show and constantly sends you off on wild goose chases because you accidently touch the screen while browsing.

But I had gotten wise from last time and knew that the chances of getting a half decent comedy show are inversely proportional to the likelihood of “Best of” appearing in the title or ‘stand-up’ in the description.
Those are usually a collection of odds and ends. Usually creepy fat middle aged white males with a vocabulary that would make Donald Trump look like Shakespeare.
Comedy shows with a theme like “Graeme of Thrones”, “The Walking Dead”, “A Whingeing Pom’s Guide to Australia” or Sami Shah’s “Islamofarcist - putting the HA back in Jihad” were far more likely to be fun. Which they were. Lesson learned for next time.

Fringe of course is famous for the weird and wonderful.
Freak shows, steamy sex scenes and half baked productions are the order of the day.
There is often a trade off between perfection and wild vibes. Shows that are too well produced lose their edge but then stuff that is just tossed together is often pompous and clueless. Pity parties abound in these genres.

Some of these shows start in Oz and never leave these shores while others do the circuit in Edinburgh, Adelaide and San Francisco. Cities full of freaks.

So I got to see 2 Sherlock Holmes shows, 3 card sharks one of whom had the brilliant idea of playing the role of a hard boiled Film Noir detective on a case.
“6 Quick Dick Tricks” was the title and he told the audience that if they were expecting puppetry of the penis, then they had come to the wrong show. Oh they did have that sort of thing last year along with some seriously masochistic circus performers.

Of course Donald Trump and Pauline Hanson were the subjects of quite a few shows this year including one devoted to the pair of them
The Ginger Wave
There was lots of limbo dancing and wall building in this one and there were even Mexicans in the audience. There was even a stash of books that the Donald has supposedly written with titles like "Think Big and Kick Ass" and "God wants you to be rich" which is real (because I have a copy lurking in the Lair) and of course the nasty "Crippled America - how to make America great again"

But the best stuff is invariably the boylesque, burlesque, circus freaks and drag queens.
Or maybe Izzie is just a sick and twisted serpent. We especially love Fakespeare, tales of deals with the devil or kitschy Bible stories

It’s strange how the state government has spent ridiculous amounts of money on white elephant projects to make the city seem more interesting but it is the Fringe World festival which has now been running in its present form for the last 6 years or so that has done far more to make the place fun and fabulous and all on the smell of an oil rag.

So now it’s back to normality and time to start saving up for next year’s festival of freakishness.


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