izmeina: (Default)
Plus ca change.....

A quick tweek of the Time Turner takes us back to 1999. Now more is the pity that there is no "Five minutes of fame" limit on this particular model.

A Blast From the Past starring the Orange mop headed monster

The grand plans to do a proper post got well and truly scuttled when yet again the evil gremlins are trashing the serpent portkeys to Cyberia. After 50 minutes spent trying just to get to gmail and nothing to show for the efforts but constant spinning beachballs, time outs and 404 errors, the serpent brain is well and truly fried and completely incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together.
It's not the first time this has happened and at this rate a rather extended exile from Cyberia is looking increasingly attractive.

Such a bummer since there's so much juicy gossip in Oz where our own army of orange headed Trump wannabees are crawling out of the woodwork.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Spiral)
Plus ca change.....

A quick tweek of the Time Turner takes us back to 1999. Now more is the pity that there is no "Five minutes of fame" limit on this particular model.

A Blast From the Past starring the Orange mop headed monster

The grand plans to do a proper post got well and truly scuttled when yet again the evil gremlins are trashing the serpent portkeys to Cyberia. After 50 minutes spent trying just to get to gmail and nothing to show for the efforts but constant spinning beachballs, time outs and 404 errors, the serpent brain is well and truly fried and completely incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together.
It's not the first time this has happened and at this rate a rather extended exile from Cyberia is looking increasingly attractive.

Such a bummer since there's so much juicy gossip in Oz where our own army of orange headed Trump wannabees are crawling out of the woodwork.
izmeina: (Default)
Be afraid. Be very afraid

Two creepy couples - Obama and Hillary, Trump and Putin

With friends like Putin, who needs enemies?

The world is going to hell in a hand basket. There's the creepy Trump clone currently running the Philippines where we get to see in real life what happens when the genie of fear and hatred is let out of the bottle. There's those Daesh nihilistic brain dead zombies running amok in France and Germany and of course the GodFather of all that is freaky and evil running amok. Today in the USA. Tomorrow the world.

In other words - There's never been a better time to be a political cartoon junkie.

There is an endless choice of tasty morsels


An assortment of seriously disgusting chips and nibblies

The inner evil serpent secretly wants the giant Ego to win the US election just to see the train wreck of the century. The demographics are definitely not in his favour unless he can unleash a veritable Pandora's box of seriously dirty tricks because dishing dirt on his opponent is the only strategy he seems capable of. Actually having policies and lighting candles rather than cursing the darkness seems a totally alien concept to the big D.
We can only live in hope that the Khan family can put a dent in that big fat teflon shield protecting the shameless stupid on steroids.

I wonder if Stephen King is going to sue the bugger for stealing so many ideas from one Gregory Ammas Stillson.
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (conspiracy)
Be afraid. Be very afraid

Two creepy couples - Obama and Hillary, Trump and Putin

With friends like Putin, who needs enemies?

The world is going to hell in a hand basket. There's the creepy Trump clone currently running the Philippines where we get to see in real life what happens when the genie of fear and hatred is let out of the bottle. There's those Daesh nihilistic brain dead zombies running amok in France and Germany and of course the GodFather of all that is freaky and evil running amok. Today in the USA. Tomorrow the world.

In other words - There's never been a better time to be a political cartoon junkie.

There is an endless choice of tasty morsels


An assortment of seriously disgusting chips and nibblies

The inner evil serpent secretly wants the giant Ego to win the US election just to see the train wreck of the century. The demographics are definitely not in his favour unless he can unleash a veritable Pandora's box of seriously dirty tricks because dishing dirt on his opponent is the only strategy he seems capable of. Actually having policies and lighting candles rather than cursing the darkness seems a totally alien concept to the big D.
We can only live in hope that the Khan family can put a dent in that big fat teflon shield protecting the shameless stupid on steroids.

I wonder if Stephen King is going to sue the bugger for stealing so many ideas from one Gregory Ammas Stillson.
izmeina: (Default)
It’s been all gloom and doom over the last week or so.


It started with the sad saga of the slimy Stanford Squid which was the tale of the day not just in Cyberia but even in the local news and views circuit.
Back in the 1950s a 14 year old boy could get killed for wolf whistling or chatting up a woman. In these more enlightened and progressive times, a student can rape an unconscious woman (and likely spike her drink beforehand) and be handed down the draconian penalty of 6 months in jail reduced to 3 for good behaviour and have his family and friends all testify about what a nice decent upstanding citizen he is. And of course the clincher - he is good at swimming.

But the worst of it was how this perpetrator is presented as some poor innocent victim more to be pitied than punished.
Since such cases are not just confined to the USA but happen in Australia too, then it cannot be seen as just another example of irrational American logic. I guess male logic better fits the bill.

There seems to be an epidemic of pity parties these days. Miserable Muslim morons who get so offended by cartoons that they feel the need to murder the artists and still see themselves as more sinned against than sinning. Any normal human being would either get over it or hit back with an even better cartoon. A crazy couple in California who crash a Christmas party with guns and consider killing infidels to be a more worthy and higher calling than caring for their own kid and now of course the icing on the cake this week with the murder of all those people at a night club in Florida.

Once again some useless loser dickhead with an inflated sense of his own importance has hitched his wagon to the latest freak show in town as a way of justifying his meaningless existence.
I could only think that the constant repetition of the mantra “The worst mass shooting in recent USA history” is almost like throwing the gauntlet to the next nut job like this is some giant game and that 50 is the score to beat on the giant leaderboard in the sky and one wonders how bad things were in not so recent history when even this horrifically high number was surpassed.

The more I hear about this creep, the more he appears to have in common with the other one in Norway and the one we had here in Australia who took hostages in the Lindt cafe in Sydney back in December 2014. He spent his life proclaiming that everyone was out to get him. His wife was not so lucky as the Afghan lady because she did not survive his murderous rage. He was constantly before the courts prosecuting vexatious claims and sending nasty letters to the families of dead soldiers of the sort that would make him worthy to be a card carrying member of the Westboro Baptist Church. In spite of a litany of such dodgy behaviour he was still free to slink about the streets of Sydney and to inflict his peculiar brand of misery on its citizens. Being Iranian, he was far more likely to be from the Shia side of the fence but was smart enough to know that the mere mention of affiliation with Islamic State would get him all the attention he craved.
But gun laws are not so lax here so he could not inflict as much damage as quickly.

By now every second rate nobody has worked out that proclaiming allegiance to Islamic State is guaranteed to get lots of attention and free publicity. It’s almost like a franchise willing to sign up every crackpot and nut job with a sick and twisted sense of their (usually HIS) own importance. No loon is too loopy to be accepted into the fold. In fact they will then go and claim after the fact that these creepy crawlies were indeed their minions and that their tentacles are everywhere.

Almost at the same time as the massacre in America, a kid in France is now an orphan thanks to one of these wannabee minions murdering both of his parents. Not only did he kill them in cold blood but to add insult to injury made a 'snuff movie' of the atrocity.

You know the world has gone mad when the only people who claim responsibility for their actions are terrorists and their wannabe associates even when it has nothing to do with them at all.

Of course the Norwegian nut job had a deeply rooted hatred of Islamic extremists but certainly shared their belief that anyone unlike him has no right to exist. But like the Sydney slime ball - it was “All about me”. He apparently held up his hand after all that shooting to complain that the effort had exhausted his poor pretty fingers.

PS I refuse to name these creeps because most of them seem to be after their fifteen minutes of fame. For their names to be recalled while those of their victims sink into oblivion is to give them precisely the attention that they crave.

But there is another one of these miserable male megalomaniacal monsters who does not resort to bullets. His weapons are words and dollar bills. No matter what the situation he can always twist it into an “It’s all about me” scenario.
Maybe he will ride the wave and fan the flames of fear and hate all the way to the White House in November. Maybe then the Mad Mullahs of Islamic State will look like a bunch of 10 year olds at a Ramadan picnic.

Tomorrow evening I will be going to a talk given by Zunar -a Malaysian cartoonist. Here's hoping than none of these sad sooks will gate crash the party.
izmeina: Roz with clipboard from Monsters Inc (monsters inc)
It’s been all gloom and doom over the last week or so.


It started with the sad saga of the slimy Stanford Squid which was the tale of the day not just in Cyberia but even in the local news and views circuit.
Back in the 1950s a 14 year old boy could get killed for wolf whistling or chatting up a woman. In these more enlightened and progressive times, a student can rape an unconscious woman (and likely spike her drink beforehand) and be handed down the draconian penalty of 6 months in jail reduced to 3 for good behaviour and have his family and friends all testify about what a nice decent upstanding citizen he is. And of course the clincher - he is good at swimming.

But the worst of it was how this perpetrator is presented as some poor innocent victim more to be pitied than punished.
Since such cases are not just confined to the USA but happen in Australia too, then it cannot be seen as just another example of irrational American logic. I guess male logic better fits the bill.

There seems to be an epidemic of pity parties these days. Miserable Muslim morons who get so offended by cartoons that they feel the need to murder the artists and still see themselves as more sinned against than sinning. Any normal human being would either get over it or hit back with an even better cartoon. A crazy couple in California who crash a Christmas party with guns and consider killing infidels to be a more worthy and higher calling than caring for their own kid and now of course the icing on the cake this week with the murder of all those people at a night club in Florida.

Once again some useless loser dickhead with an inflated sense of his own importance has hitched his wagon to the latest freak show in town as a way of justifying his meaningless existence.
I could only think that the constant repetition of the mantra “The worst mass shooting in recent USA history” is almost like throwing the gauntlet to the next nut job like this is some giant game and that 50 is the score to beat on the giant leaderboard in the sky and one wonders how bad things were in not so recent history when even this horrifically high number was surpassed.

The more I hear about this creep, the more he appears to have in common with the other one in Norway and the one we had here in Australia who took hostages in the Lindt cafe in Sydney back in December 2014. He spent his life proclaiming that everyone was out to get him. His wife was not so lucky as the Afghan lady because she did not survive his murderous rage. He was constantly before the courts prosecuting vexatious claims and sending nasty letters to the families of dead soldiers of the sort that would make him worthy to be a card carrying member of the Westboro Baptist Church. In spite of a litany of such dodgy behaviour he was still free to slink about the streets of Sydney and to inflict his peculiar brand of misery on its citizens. Being Iranian, he was far more likely to be from the Shia side of the fence but was smart enough to know that the mere mention of affiliation with Islamic State would get him all the attention he craved.
But gun laws are not so lax here so he could not inflict as much damage as quickly.

By now every second rate nobody has worked out that proclaiming allegiance to Islamic State is guaranteed to get lots of attention and free publicity. It’s almost like a franchise willing to sign up every crackpot and nut job with a sick and twisted sense of their (usually HIS) own importance. No loon is too loopy to be accepted into the fold. In fact they will then go and claim after the fact that these creepy crawlies were indeed their minions and that their tentacles are everywhere.

Almost at the same time as the massacre in America, a kid in France is now an orphan thanks to one of these wannabee minions murdering both of his parents. Not only did he kill them in cold blood but to add insult to injury made a 'snuff movie' of the atrocity.

You know the world has gone mad when the only people who claim responsibility for their actions are terrorists and their wannabe associates even when it has nothing to do with them at all.

Of course the Norwegian nut job had a deeply rooted hatred of Islamic extremists but certainly shared their belief that anyone unlike him has no right to exist. But like the Sydney slime ball - it was “All about me”. He apparently held up his hand after all that shooting to complain that the effort had exhausted his poor pretty fingers.

PS I refuse to name these creeps because most of them seem to be after their fifteen minutes of fame. For their names to be recalled while those of their victims sink into oblivion is to give them precisely the attention that they crave.

But there is another one of these miserable male megalomaniacal monsters who does not resort to bullets. His weapons are words and dollar bills. No matter what the situation he can always twist it into an “It’s all about me” scenario.
Maybe he will ride the wave and fan the flames of fear and hate all the way to the White House in November. Maybe then the Mad Mullahs of Islamic State will look like a bunch of 10 year olds at a Ramadan picnic.

Tomorrow evening I will be going to a talk given by Zunar -a Malaysian cartoonist. Here's hoping than none of these sad sooks will gate crash the party.
izmeina: (Default)
After Dry July it was finally time to celebrate with a glass of red sitting outside in the garden. But it seems some one has been spiking the serpent's drink with lucky potion.

Been on the lookout for a list of things as part of a fun magical experiment and all of them had turned up so far.

Yesterday's simple mission to spot a yellow butterfly seemed a certain fail until an inexplicable urge to pay a visit to Manna Wholefoods. It's a shop devoted to all sorts of organic and green goodness. Not just munchies but makeup, soap, potions and lotions.
On the shelf opposite the main door were a selection of beeswax candles. Long skinny ones, short fat ones and also candles shaped like bees and butterflies. They were beige rather than buttercup in colour but undeniably a shade of yellow even if a little muddy.

Yellow butterfly box ticked and Mission accomplished ;)



teapots, twigs and tweets


Just happened to slink into the state library today and the beady serpent eye spotted a postcard promoting an event with Michael Leunig as the main guest speaker. There were still tickets left and I got one!
Been wanting to see Michael Leunig for decades now and always missed out. Until now.


How much more magic can a serpent manage?


So there's no point in nuking such a run of good luck with my original intention of commemorating a certain gloomy doomy anniversary of historical significance.

I will save all that misery for the next tine the Dementors come knocking.
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (The Fool)
After Dry July it was finally time to celebrate with a glass of red sitting outside in the garden. But it seems some one has been spiking the serpent's drink with lucky potion.

Been on the lookout for a list of things as part of a fun magical experiment and all of them had turned up so far.

Yesterday's simple mission to spot a yellow butterfly seemed a certain fail until an inexplicable urge to pay a visit to Manna Wholefoods. It's a shop devoted to all sorts of organic and green goodness. Not just munchies but makeup, soap, potions and lotions.
On the shelf opposite the main door were a selection of beeswax candles. Long skinny ones, short fat ones and also candles shaped like bees and butterflies. They were beige rather than buttercup in colour but undeniably a shade of yellow even if a little muddy.

Yellow butterfly box ticked and Mission accomplished ;)



teapots, twigs and tweets


Just happened to slink into the state library today and the beady serpent eye spotted a postcard promoting an event with Michael Leunig as the main guest speaker. There were still tickets left and I got one!
Been wanting to see Michael Leunig for decades now and always missed out. Until now.


How much more magic can a serpent manage?


So there's no point in nuking such a run of good luck with my original intention of commemorating a certain gloomy doomy anniversary of historical significance.

I will save all that misery for the next tine the Dementors come knocking.
izmeina: (Default)
So it’s now official. On Saturday 7th September there is going to be an invasion of Vote People in Australia. This serpent is excited already. Had already complained that it’s not possible to put them all last. Well at least nearly all of them. It used to be possible but those days are long over.

Two weeks ago Radio National ran an interview with a guy by the unlikely name of Arthur Dent who until the recent adventures of a certain Julian Assange had laid claim to being Australia’s first political prisoner

He wasn’t always called Arthur and had in fact changed his name by deed poll. His muggle name is Albert Langer and he was notorious for having issues with the Electoral Office.

The crime that earned him time in the slammer was the promotion and possible invention of a devious and wonderful scheme for filling in the boxes of election voting slips

Here in Oz for federal elections the lower house is elected using some form of preferential voting. You rank the candidates in order of preference. If your number one candidate does not get the numbers, they take your second choice into account and so on down the line until one of them eventually has sufficient numbers to get across the line. Sometimes that could mean your vote going to the last or second last name on your list

Albert Langer proposed a simple but ingenious solution to keep the two big bastard parties from stealing your vote in such a devious manner. You simply numbered the ballot as far as you wanted to go and then gave all the rest the very same number. So if there were only two candidates you could bring yourself to vote for out of a batch of six you would number the ticket 1 then 2 and then put a 3 in every single other box.

This pissed off the two major parties big time so they pulled strings and pushed buttons and sent the Electoral Commission on the rampage to give poor Albert a hard time. They sent nasty ‘cease and desist’ letters which he politely ignored. He continued his sneaky rebel rousing anarchist activities and got tossed in the slammer for his trouble

He was talking about the whole drama on the radio last week. They had changed the law so that any vote cast in such a manner would no longer be considered valid. But apparently they did not bother doing that for the Senate.
The interviewer asked him if it was worth all the hassle since so few people had actually voted using his neat little trick - somewhere in the low thousands at each election. Arthur had never expected such a ridiculous reaction from the authorities but still had no regrets.
Izzie had been one of those few thousand and had been most peeved indeed when they got rid of that useful loop hole. It would come in so so handy in September.

For Tweedledum and Tweedledee or as others call them - the Pepsi party and the Coca Cola party are particularly obnoxious this time. Both parties are now led by egomaniacal control freaks with blue ties, with almost identical policies when they actually bother to have policies and each in a race to the bottom of the barrel in their desperation to get elected

Votes and Boats )
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (echelon)
So it’s now official. On Saturday 7th September there is going to be an invasion of Vote People in Australia. This serpent is excited already. Had already complained that it’s not possible to put them all last. Well at least nearly all of them. It used to be possible but those days are long over.

Two weeks ago Radio National ran an interview with a guy by the unlikely name of Arthur Dent who until the recent adventures of a certain Julian Assange had laid claim to being Australia’s first political prisoner

He wasn’t always called Arthur and had in fact changed his name by deed poll. His muggle name is Albert Langer and he was notorious for having issues with the Electoral Office.

The crime that earned him time in the slammer was the promotion and possible invention of a devious and wonderful scheme for filling in the boxes of election voting slips

Here in Oz for federal elections the lower house is elected using some form of preferential voting. You rank the candidates in order of preference. If your number one candidate does not get the numbers, they take your second choice into account and so on down the line until one of them eventually has sufficient numbers to get across the line. Sometimes that could mean your vote going to the last or second last name on your list

Albert Langer proposed a simple but ingenious solution to keep the two big bastard parties from stealing your vote in such a devious manner. You simply numbered the ballot as far as you wanted to go and then gave all the rest the very same number. So if there were only two candidates you could bring yourself to vote for out of a batch of six you would number the ticket 1 then 2 and then put a 3 in every single other box.

This pissed off the two major parties big time so they pulled strings and pushed buttons and sent the Electoral Commission on the rampage to give poor Albert a hard time. They sent nasty ‘cease and desist’ letters which he politely ignored. He continued his sneaky rebel rousing anarchist activities and got tossed in the slammer for his trouble

He was talking about the whole drama on the radio last week. They had changed the law so that any vote cast in such a manner would no longer be considered valid. But apparently they did not bother doing that for the Senate.
The interviewer asked him if it was worth all the hassle since so few people had actually voted using his neat little trick - somewhere in the low thousands at each election. Arthur had never expected such a ridiculous reaction from the authorities but still had no regrets.
Izzie had been one of those few thousand and had been most peeved indeed when they got rid of that useful loop hole. It would come in so so handy in September.

For Tweedledum and Tweedledee or as others call them - the Pepsi party and the Coca Cola party are particularly obnoxious this time. Both parties are now led by egomaniacal control freaks with blue ties, with almost identical policies when they actually bother to have policies and each in a race to the bottom of the barrel in their desperation to get elected

Votes and Boats )
izmeina: (Big Bad Bill)


This would be funny if it weren't so true


Read more... )
izmeina: (Big Bad Bill)


This would be funny if it weren't so true


Read more... )
izmeina: (Scabbers)
The Rat might have disapparated from public life but he still lingers in cartoon land. And Izzie being such a nostalgic serpent just could not resist

izmeina: (Default)
Georgie boy and his brown nosed pet rat

Oh bugger. Brother - you gotta be joking. More like Snarry Slash gone bad - very bad. Yesss. Howard Potter with his glasses and astonishing ability to fend off dementors, journalists and Rat catchers and uber Sexy Georgie Boy - more like Ludo Bagman with his brain bashed by Bludgers than any Potions Master that we know of. Condi can be McGonnagal (or should that be Dolores?) and Rumsfield can be - er well maybe Fudge or Voldemort.

(PS - Maybe Leakie should have resurrected those two naughty dingoes)
izmeina: (Scabbers)
The Rat makes a most reasonable request to his Lord and Master

Nice to know that the Rat's fan club has followed him across the oceans. And let's hope they keep him there
izmeina: (Scabbers)
Izzie is slinking about the nasty netcafe. Such a bummer after last night playing with the Preciousss and costing nothing but a cup of coffee which we would have bought anyway. During those 3 months at the ma's place, gotten so so used to never having to go near nasty netcafes and evilnet explorer -forgotten just how awful it is.

Well, today being Friday was the weekly public speaking group meeting. This week the Izzie was rostered on to do a five minute speech. But with a twist - usually there is a topic or theme which we are given but today it was about anything we wanted. So lazy Izzie decided to recyle the sad saga of Winky the house elf. Was so so funny. When the chairman asked for the titles of everyone's speeches (there was 3) everyone giggled when the Izzie gave hers. But we ended up getting not just the phrase of the day along the lines of Dolores being the union's Poster Girl of the Big Bad Boss but we also got the stirrer's spoon for the most cleverly disguised and insidious speech on industrial relations ever.

But the bad bad news. Downloaded next week's schedule ages ago and totally forgot that poor Izzie would be sitting in the hot seat. Yesss. Izzie is the chairwoman next week. A job infinitely more difficult than making up a five minute speech impromptu. Gotten a bit bored with parading the pink fluffiness and the evil Quill of Doom so will decide on another character to play in our role as big bad Bitch Boss. Maybe a grey suit,a pair of square glasses and a droning voice may work wonders. Yessss. Instead of a nasty cough and list of educational decrees, the Iz can announce anti-terrorism rules gagging debate and dissent of any kind.
And we can award big sacks of Telstra shares as bribes if threats don't work.

Naja. After that, feeling most pleased and surprised, pottered over to the park next door for an hour or two to sit in the sun and listen to the radio. At one stage, two very cute and nosy black swans came waddling by with the most adorably grey fluffy baby cygnets. They then pottered off to the gardener's sheds, plonked themselves down and refused to budge. Maybe it was time for morning munchies - cheese sandwiches or something.

Next stop was to return the wonderful adventures of "The Amazing Maurice and his educated rodents" to the library. Felt so so sad giving it back. Such a gorgeous book - not just a pretty cover but a wonderful story. Wicked and twisted - just the sort of tail that Izzie loves. Got out some new books including the very intriguing "The nature of things - the secret life of inanimate objects" by Lyall Watson" as well as renewing "American Gods" which is an interesting story so far. But not exactly rivetting and the writing style does not really do anything for the Izzie either. Will give the guy a chance though.
But the highlight of the day was visiting the art gallery and the show that started last Friday but we had not been able to find. Turns out this particular gallery has two buildings and the Izzie visited the wrong one. It is a collection of Theodore Geisel (Dr Seuss) artworks and things. Simply and utterly adorable. Izzie loves the quirky wickedness of Dr Seuss and has a most Grinchie attitude to Christmas.
Totally and utterly fell in love with the amazing Dr Seuss Zoo of unlikely animals. As well as various adorable pictures of these strange creatures, several of these species were adorning the walls as trophies in the sad style so reminiscent of Texan big game hunters. The Tufted Gustard, Mulberry Street Unicorn and Sawfish among some of these critters that the Iz would so like to have adopted - mind you with price tags of from 3,500 to 8,500 silver sickles - not likely. But it's a brilliant idea. And the Iz cannot help but think - the names are so so reminiscent of the sort of critters so beloved by Luna Lovegood. Maybe she is related. Was also some war cartoons and some really sweet adverts for Flit flyspray in those old fashioned cans.
But what really astonished Izzie - when commenting to the girl at the counter (a lot of the artworks were for sale as prints) how obviously Michael Leunig has been influenced by Dr Seuss, she had never even heard of him. The Iz was just simply amazed and flabbergasted.
Oh - just occured to the Izzie - another artist that he is remarkable similar to but hardly known in the Anglo-American world is A P Weber. He also was very fond of drawing crazy creatures but more nasty and less quirky than Dr Seuss or Leunig.
Yesss. Izzie is a shameless fan of cartoons of all kind - but strangely not of comics - except MAD magazine which we love.

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