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Izzie has been a very greedy serpent this week. The annual ritual of the Garden Festival has just finished. The event runs for 4 days and has recently changed location. One advantage of this is that it is so much nearer to the Lair. Now it only takes one bus rather than 3 to get there. But best of all the locals now get 2 for the price of 1 entry.
Last year there were a whole bunch of interesting events on that particular weekend so I only went once but this time was different. The grand plan had been to go with Petunia on Thursday and today but she wasn’t feeling so well today so I ended up going alone.

First port of call was to be Hellfire Chillies who had a whole bunch of the wicked weeds at fire sale prices last year. With a survival rate of 75% was quite happy to chance another 4 specimens at $2 each. Of course for that price you could get jalapenos or habaneros. The ghost chillis, scorpions and Carolina Reapers were rather more expensive.
It seems silly to have such a fetish for growing such hellish beasts when even a baby bird’s eye is way too fiery for this serpent’s taste but they are such gorgeous plants and they are just so wickedly witchy.
It turned out that another nursery was giving away free chilli plants. They had grown them for the recent chilli festival but they had not been ready in time. So going to the show twice meant that I scored 2 pretty little plants - bishop’s hats which are a bright shade of orange and rather reminiscent of habaneros and the rather smaller red salsa chillies
It is amazing how many interesting weeds belong to the Solanacae family. Deadly nightshade and the adorable Angel’s trumpets being just some of this Addams family of the plant world.
The Hellfire chillies folks had no fire sale this time but it paid to come back a second time. Today they had a rather large selection of actual chillies for sale rather than just the plants or seeds.
The scorchers were 50c each or $10 for 250 grams. Considering that the supermarkets charge upwards of $20 per kilo for the common garden varieties, such prices were most reasonable indeed especially since by buying the fruit it is possible to get the best of both worlds. Packets of the really hot seeds are ridiculously expensive but armed with a sharp knife and lots of gloves, they are a useful byproduct.

Then there were the various nurseries specialising in trees with some rather exotic specimens at exorbitant prices. The delights of the Durian fruit could be all yours for a mere 100 silver sickles.
It is said that they smell like hell and taste like heaven. The fruits certainly look gorgeous but I have never cared to try them.
The citrus and stone fruit were more reasonable. The peacharines at $30 were quite reasonable but there’s then the problem of carting them around. On the bus that’s not so much fun.

There were also some absolutely adorable carnivorous creatures such as venus fly traps, sundews and the very elegant pitcher plants.

In the end I decided to go for strawberries and kale. The strawberries to lure the blue tongued lizards and skinks to the Lair and kale because it is so curly and tasty. Oh and how can we forget the ubergorgeous Romanesco seedlings which when they grow up look like a cross between broccoli and cauliflower and are simply a feast of fractal frenzy.


Fractal Frenzy.  A feast of spirally grenness

If God were to take physical form then this would be about as good as it gets.
At least with with decent sized seedlings there is a chance of getting some sort of crop. Seeds are way cheaper but most seem to get gobbled by the snails and an assortment of other wee beasties.

It was a wonderful day and now there’s so many wicked weeds to plant in the Lair. So it is finally time to pull out all those feral sweet potatoes to make way for more interesting plants.

There’s already ginger, garlic and turmeric growing happily and even the odd green shoots of a saffron bulb. Here’s hoping that there will be pretty purple flowers this time.
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Izzie has been a very greedy serpent this week. The annual ritual of the Garden Festival has just finished. The event runs for 4 days and has recently changed location. One advantage of this is that it is so much nearer to the Lair. Now it only takes one bus rather than 3 to get there. But best of all the locals now get 2 for the price of 1 entry.
Last year there were a whole bunch of interesting events on that particular weekend so I only went once but this time was different. The grand plan had been to go with Petunia on Thursday and today but she wasn’t feeling so well today so I ended up going alone.

First port of call was to be Hellfire Chillies who had a whole bunch of the wicked weeds at fire sale prices last year. With a survival rate of 75% was quite happy to chance another 4 specimens at $2 each. Of course for that price you could get jalapenos or habaneros. The ghost chillis, scorpions and Carolina Reapers were rather more expensive.
It seems silly to have such a fetish for growing such hellish beasts when even a baby bird’s eye is way too fiery for this serpent’s taste but they are such gorgeous plants and they are just so wickedly witchy.
It turned out that another nursery was giving away free chilli plants. They had grown them for the recent chilli festival but they had not been ready in time. So going to the show twice meant that I scored 2 pretty little plants - bishop’s hats which are a bright shade of orange and rather reminiscent of habaneros and the rather smaller red salsa chillies
It is amazing how many interesting weeds belong to the Solanacae family. Deadly nightshade and the adorable Angel’s trumpets being just some of this Addams family of the plant world.
The Hellfire chillies folks had no fire sale this time but it paid to come back a second time. Today they had a rather large selection of actual chillies for sale rather than just the plants or seeds.
The scorchers were 50c each or $10 for 250 grams. Considering that the supermarkets charge upwards of $20 per kilo for the common garden varieties, such prices were most reasonable indeed especially since by buying the fruit it is possible to get the best of both worlds. Packets of the really hot seeds are ridiculously expensive but armed with a sharp knife and lots of gloves, they are a useful byproduct.

Then there were the various nurseries specialising in trees with some rather exotic specimens at exorbitant prices. The delights of the Durian fruit could be all yours for a mere 100 silver sickles.
It is said that they smell like hell and taste like heaven. The fruits certainly look gorgeous but I have never cared to try them.
The citrus and stone fruit were more reasonable. The peacharines at $30 were quite reasonable but there’s then the problem of carting them around. On the bus that’s not so much fun.

There were also some absolutely adorable carnivorous creatures such as venus fly traps, sundews and the very elegant pitcher plants.

In the end I decided to go for strawberries and kale. The strawberries to lure the blue tongued lizards and skinks to the Lair and kale because it is so curly and tasty. Oh and how can we forget the ubergorgeous Romanesco seedlings which when they grow up look like a cross between broccoli and cauliflower and are simply a feast of fractal frenzy.


Fractal Frenzy.  A feast of spirally grenness

If God were to take physical form then this would be about as good as it gets.
At least with with decent sized seedlings there is a chance of getting some sort of crop. Seeds are way cheaper but most seem to get gobbled by the snails and an assortment of other wee beasties.

It was a wonderful day and now there’s so many wicked weeds to plant in the Lair. So it is finally time to pull out all those feral sweet potatoes to make way for more interesting plants.

There’s already ginger, garlic and turmeric growing happily and even the odd green shoots of a saffron bulb. Here’s hoping that there will be pretty purple flowers this time.
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It is that time of year. In the spookiest of parks where the Cthulhu trees grow, circus tents are popping up like mushrooms and a mysterious labyrinth extols all who dare enter its tangled verdant shrubbier to “Get Lost”
There is a very real enormous bunya nut tree without the giant seed pods that have been known to seriously maim or even kill those who encounter them but the rest of the maze is made of plastic plants and shrubbery. With a decadent entry fee of $15 and no early bird discounts, I guess I will just have to die wondering about what really lurks within those plastic walls.

It is the time that the freaks and wierdos come out of their broom closets and take over the town. It’s the most fabulous time of the year. Much more fun than Christmas and a whole lot freakier.

It is the only thing that makes the sizzling stinking hot summer here bearable.

Fun and Frazzle )
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (cthulhu)
It is that time of year. In the spookiest of parks where the Cthulhu trees grow, circus tents are popping up like mushrooms and a mysterious labyrinth extols all who dare enter its tangled verdant shrubbier to “Get Lost”
There is a very real enormous bunya nut tree without the giant seed pods that have been known to seriously maim or even kill those who encounter them but the rest of the maze is made of plastic plants and shrubbery. With a decadent entry fee of $15 and no early bird discounts, I guess I will just have to die wondering about what really lurks within those plastic walls.

It is the time that the freaks and wierdos come out of their broom closets and take over the town. It’s the most fabulous time of the year. Much more fun than Christmas and a whole lot freakier.

It is the only thing that makes the sizzling stinking hot summer here bearable.

Fun and Frazzle )
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Medieval Madness

Saturday was the day of the much anticipated medieval festival. This is a must attend event on the serpent calendar ever since discovering it by accident way back in 2006.It was the best April Fool’s Day ever. Since then along with the odd cancellation it seems to have slowly slinked back in time to mid March. But it’s been jinxed ever since getting an ankle twisted on the way to this event back in 2010. Got to thinking about that today. Had booked the day off ages before the event so there was no need for the usual mad rush to the bus in order to be at the mad house for a 3pm start.
Back then had a good 500 plus hours of sick leave already accumulated. Got the dodgy ankle treated by the St John Ambulance mob who attend pretty much every public event. They had issued some pink little form. In spite of hobbling to the goblin office in a state obviously incapable of work and with this pink piece of A4 paper as written evidence, this was deemed as insufficient. Only a medical certificate signed by a doctor would be considered acceptable evidence as incapacity to work. Never mind that there’s at least a week’s wait to get a doctor these days. All those happy thoughts resurrected themselves in the emerald serpent skull today.
At least this time there was no need to put in a request for the day off several times and several months in advance due to the complete incompetence of the teflon coated cockroach in charge of the roster.

This year was going to be a bit different in that their usual 10-5 schedule would be tweeked for a 9pm finish. Most peculiar indeed thinks the serpent. But that means a quick peek at the so called international student festival before slinking down to visit the oldies. Last year this student thing was also on the same day. Turned up at 5pm and it was all over. So got there early and discovered that it was not worth the bother. Even the so called Global Food Village was a nonevent and the munchies were certainly not at student friendly prices. The plan was to spend about an hour there before going down to the medieval fair but it was so boring that it was worth making a deviation to the state library for a free 20 minutes on their express computers. The main purpose was to read emails and take a quick peek in Livejournal land. But Livejournal had turned into Deadjournal on this particular occasion. So no luck there

Since there was no decent affordable munchies at the so called student festival it was time to slink down to Annalakshmi which is not only kosher and very tasty but conveniently located very near the Supreme Court Gardens which is the site for the medieval festival

Dungeons, dragons, swords and sorcery )

So for the day that’s in it - here’s a toast to exiled emerald serpents everywhere ;)
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (wicked witch)
Medieval Madness

Saturday was the day of the much anticipated medieval festival. This is a must attend event on the serpent calendar ever since discovering it by accident way back in 2006.It was the best April Fool’s Day ever. Since then along with the odd cancellation it seems to have slowly slinked back in time to mid March. But it’s been jinxed ever since getting an ankle twisted on the way to this event back in 2010. Got to thinking about that today. Had booked the day off ages before the event so there was no need for the usual mad rush to the bus in order to be at the mad house for a 3pm start.
Back then had a good 500 plus hours of sick leave already accumulated. Got the dodgy ankle treated by the St John Ambulance mob who attend pretty much every public event. They had issued some pink little form. In spite of hobbling to the goblin office in a state obviously incapable of work and with this pink piece of A4 paper as written evidence, this was deemed as insufficient. Only a medical certificate signed by a doctor would be considered acceptable evidence as incapacity to work. Never mind that there’s at least a week’s wait to get a doctor these days. All those happy thoughts resurrected themselves in the emerald serpent skull today.
At least this time there was no need to put in a request for the day off several times and several months in advance due to the complete incompetence of the teflon coated cockroach in charge of the roster.

This year was going to be a bit different in that their usual 10-5 schedule would be tweeked for a 9pm finish. Most peculiar indeed thinks the serpent. But that means a quick peek at the so called international student festival before slinking down to visit the oldies. Last year this student thing was also on the same day. Turned up at 5pm and it was all over. So got there early and discovered that it was not worth the bother. Even the so called Global Food Village was a nonevent and the munchies were certainly not at student friendly prices. The plan was to spend about an hour there before going down to the medieval fair but it was so boring that it was worth making a deviation to the state library for a free 20 minutes on their express computers. The main purpose was to read emails and take a quick peek in Livejournal land. But Livejournal had turned into Deadjournal on this particular occasion. So no luck there

Since there was no decent affordable munchies at the so called student festival it was time to slink down to Annalakshmi which is not only kosher and very tasty but conveniently located very near the Supreme Court Gardens which is the site for the medieval festival

Dungeons, dragons, swords and sorcery )

So for the day that’s in it - here’s a toast to exiled emerald serpents everywhere ;)
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Been waiting for this day for the last four years. It was time to do our bit in getting a certain Old King Colin sacked before he managed to cut down any more trees or commission yet another palace or monument in his memory. But no such luck. He is back bigger and smugger than ever and the only hope is that he retires soon and his number two takes over. Then there’ll never be a dull moment in local politics and a certain serpent can change her name to Sybil due to such amazing powers of prediction

But in the meantime there was a big fat freebie feast this evening. Never say no to a free concert especially when it by the river with a gorgeous view over to the city with its mini Manhattan delusions of grandeur

These mob are called Bjorn Again and market themselves as an ABBA cover band. But it turns out that’s a bit like saying the Pope is a Catholic.
They were due to take the stage at 7pm and the support band was another wannabee. This one did Freddy Mercury/Queen impersonations.

Was very happy with both the time and location. A 9pm finish meant a leisurely ten minute walk up the hill to catch the bus to the Lair at around 9.30pm. No crazy rushing required. That has often been the ruin of so many other events. Nothing like clock watching to catch the last bus to make it next to impossible to remain in the present moment
It also meant being able to go voting followed by a coffee shop crawl and a leisurely walk down to the river in time for all the fun and festivities.

Thank you for the music )
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Been waiting for this day for the last four years. It was time to do our bit in getting a certain Old King Colin sacked before he managed to cut down any more trees or commission yet another palace or monument in his memory. But no such luck. He is back bigger and smugger than ever and the only hope is that he retires soon and his number two takes over. Then there’ll never be a dull moment in local politics and a certain serpent can change her name to Sybil due to such amazing powers of prediction

But in the meantime there was a big fat freebie feast this evening. Never say no to a free concert especially when it by the river with a gorgeous view over to the city with its mini Manhattan delusions of grandeur

These mob are called Bjorn Again and market themselves as an ABBA cover band. But it turns out that’s a bit like saying the Pope is a Catholic.
They were due to take the stage at 7pm and the support band was another wannabee. This one did Freddy Mercury/Queen impersonations.

Was very happy with both the time and location. A 9pm finish meant a leisurely ten minute walk up the hill to catch the bus to the Lair at around 9.30pm. No crazy rushing required. That has often been the ruin of so many other events. Nothing like clock watching to catch the last bus to make it next to impossible to remain in the present moment
It also meant being able to go voting followed by a coffee shop crawl and a leisurely walk down to the river in time for all the fun and festivities.

Thank you for the music )
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The serpent slowly slinks back to mundane muggle reality after a four week feast of freakishness. Totally pigged out on a Fringe Binge over the last few weeks. As most of the shows happened to be scheduled during the times normally dedicated to squiggling, slinking or doing Coursera homework, all those things have been sadly neglected of late. Now it is finally time to catch up and as a seriously introverted serpent to finally muse and ponder over all the recent adventures.

As if the Fringe Binge wasn’t sufficient to feast upon there was also an arts festival. This included a concert by one of my favourite singers ever as well as a wickedly wonderful writer’s festival last weekend. The Michael Leunig talk was sold out and this duck loving serpent missed seeing her idol in real life. Radio interviews are not quite the same. But did get to see the wicked and very twisted Margaret Atwood and China Mieville. Having the pair of them together in one room taking the piss out of the pompous presenter and just about everything else under the sun was a most amusing experience. Here’s hoping that Auntie ABC will broadcast their feast of snark some time soon

There was even a pitch fest where aspiring writers could book a spot and get their three minutes of fame persuading a big wig from the University of WA press to publish their precious manuscript. Presenters were bookings only but anyone from the public could sit in on the action. It was not quite the same standard as the Nanowrimo Pitchapalooza but it was interesting to see a real live Book Hunter in action


And it was simply not possible to go past the tent offering ‘A glass of wine and a good book”. They were only itsy bitsy samples but with six stalls most with 6 different wines for tasting it was not too difficult to snaffle a glass or two between them all

Most of the fun ended last Sunday. Paid a nostalgic last visit to the urban orchard and the adorably gorgeous freaky Spiegeltent. Now the whole area around the museum, art gallery and state library looks like the spooky wasteland that it usually is for the other eleven months of the year

It was with more than a sense of relief returning to the usual habits of pottering around Dursleyville in the daytime, slinking back to the Lair for twilight to water the weeds and do other garden stuff before finally creeping upstairs to slink about in Cyberia.
The weather is slowly becoming more civilized but is still too pickly to do any proper planting. Will be waiting for the first rains of ‘autumn’ before finally risking any precious seeds

Soon it will be time to start plotting and planning for Camp Nano. With 18 shows visited in the last four weeks there should be no excuse for lack of inspiration. A bunch of Zombie Drag Queens dressed in budgie smugglers running away to the circus could be a good start

Now we got one week left of another freak show. The state election is on Saturday and it's going to be so much fun doing a bit of polling station hopping
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The serpent slowly slinks back to mundane muggle reality after a four week feast of freakishness. Totally pigged out on a Fringe Binge over the last few weeks. As most of the shows happened to be scheduled during the times normally dedicated to squiggling, slinking or doing Coursera homework, all those things have been sadly neglected of late. Now it is finally time to catch up and as a seriously introverted serpent to finally muse and ponder over all the recent adventures.

As if the Fringe Binge wasn’t sufficient to feast upon there was also an arts festival. This included a concert by one of my favourite singers ever as well as a wickedly wonderful writer’s festival last weekend. The Michael Leunig talk was sold out and this duck loving serpent missed seeing her idol in real life. Radio interviews are not quite the same. But did get to see the wicked and very twisted Margaret Atwood and China Mieville. Having the pair of them together in one room taking the piss out of the pompous presenter and just about everything else under the sun was a most amusing experience. Here’s hoping that Auntie ABC will broadcast their feast of snark some time soon

There was even a pitch fest where aspiring writers could book a spot and get their three minutes of fame persuading a big wig from the University of WA press to publish their precious manuscript. Presenters were bookings only but anyone from the public could sit in on the action. It was not quite the same standard as the Nanowrimo Pitchapalooza but it was interesting to see a real live Book Hunter in action


And it was simply not possible to go past the tent offering ‘A glass of wine and a good book”. They were only itsy bitsy samples but with six stalls most with 6 different wines for tasting it was not too difficult to snaffle a glass or two between them all

Most of the fun ended last Sunday. Paid a nostalgic last visit to the urban orchard and the adorably gorgeous freaky Spiegeltent. Now the whole area around the museum, art gallery and state library looks like the spooky wasteland that it usually is for the other eleven months of the year

It was with more than a sense of relief returning to the usual habits of pottering around Dursleyville in the daytime, slinking back to the Lair for twilight to water the weeds and do other garden stuff before finally creeping upstairs to slink about in Cyberia.
The weather is slowly becoming more civilized but is still too pickly to do any proper planting. Will be waiting for the first rains of ‘autumn’ before finally risking any precious seeds

Soon it will be time to start plotting and planning for Camp Nano. With 18 shows visited in the last four weeks there should be no excuse for lack of inspiration. A bunch of Zombie Drag Queens dressed in budgie smugglers running away to the circus could be a good start

Now we got one week left of another freak show. The state election is on Saturday and it's going to be so much fun doing a bit of polling station hopping
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This silly serpent has been slacking off from the usual slinking and squiggling in Cyberia. It’s festival time in downtown Dursleyville and time to pig out on the annual four week of fun and freakishness

It’s a bummer that some of the saucier cabaret shows don’t start until 11pm. The serpent entertainment budget most definitely does not extend to taxis. But there was one mob doing a show this week and their Mistress of Ceremonies proclaimed that they are most definitely not used to performing at the baby bed time hour of 7.30pm.
The show could best be described as a cross between Priscilla Queen of the Desert and The Full Monty with Unga Bungas.
Coming all the way from Ipswich Centrelink, these naughty boys performing circus tricks started doing little shows years ago. They tried to get arts funding and were knocked back. And then the star of the show - a strutting preening Samoan Drag Queen said that the arty crowd told him that having more ‘ethnic minority’ members in their group would greatly increase their chances. So it’s off to Centrelink in search for ‘Unga Bungas’ as that is their natural habitat.
After parading this latest ‘native’ on the stage and warning the audience not to look him in the eye or you might get eaten and all sorts of exceedingly non PC comments, the fabulous feathery MC then proclaims. “Oh we didn’t really get him from Centrelink. Actually he is my brother.”

They had a typical strong man with the fake leopard skin and the obligatory moustache along with a little wimp looking rather like Vladimir Putin who spent most of his time gobbling spoonfuls of sludge from an enormous plastic jar containing those magical vitamin muscle powders so beloved of dodgy health food shops.

It was a fantastic and fabulous show and the wonderful venue just added to the attraction. The Mistress of Ceremonies was impressed and wondered how many other city councils out there have had the inspired idea of buying a Spiegeltent.
Was lucky to have gone to that show for the preview. Word soon got around and those pretty boys and their circus act soon sold out. Now there’s not a hope in hell of getting any tickets let alone half price ones.

It turns out that even some of the real female performers also like to dress up as drag queens. And when that’s boring they pop on fishy little tails and swim in a mermaid tank splashing water over those passing by

But the true test of total freakishness will be on Monday. Only the craziest of fringe dwellers would ever dream of putting on a show featuring a German comedian. Well after the recent few years of being invaded by English chefs, it looks like anything is possible
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (The Fool)
This silly serpent has been slacking off from the usual slinking and squiggling in Cyberia. It’s festival time in downtown Dursleyville and time to pig out on the annual four week of fun and freakishness

It’s a bummer that some of the saucier cabaret shows don’t start until 11pm. The serpent entertainment budget most definitely does not extend to taxis. But there was one mob doing a show this week and their Mistress of Ceremonies proclaimed that they are most definitely not used to performing at the baby bed time hour of 7.30pm.
The show could best be described as a cross between Priscilla Queen of the Desert and The Full Monty with Unga Bungas.
Coming all the way from Ipswich Centrelink, these naughty boys performing circus tricks started doing little shows years ago. They tried to get arts funding and were knocked back. And then the star of the show - a strutting preening Samoan Drag Queen said that the arty crowd told him that having more ‘ethnic minority’ members in their group would greatly increase their chances. So it’s off to Centrelink in search for ‘Unga Bungas’ as that is their natural habitat.
After parading this latest ‘native’ on the stage and warning the audience not to look him in the eye or you might get eaten and all sorts of exceedingly non PC comments, the fabulous feathery MC then proclaims. “Oh we didn’t really get him from Centrelink. Actually he is my brother.”

They had a typical strong man with the fake leopard skin and the obligatory moustache along with a little wimp looking rather like Vladimir Putin who spent most of his time gobbling spoonfuls of sludge from an enormous plastic jar containing those magical vitamin muscle powders so beloved of dodgy health food shops.

It was a fantastic and fabulous show and the wonderful venue just added to the attraction. The Mistress of Ceremonies was impressed and wondered how many other city councils out there have had the inspired idea of buying a Spiegeltent.
Was lucky to have gone to that show for the preview. Word soon got around and those pretty boys and their circus act soon sold out. Now there’s not a hope in hell of getting any tickets let alone half price ones.

It turns out that even some of the real female performers also like to dress up as drag queens. And when that’s boring they pop on fishy little tails and swim in a mermaid tank splashing water over those passing by

But the true test of total freakishness will be on Monday. Only the craziest of fringe dwellers would ever dream of putting on a show featuring a German comedian. Well after the recent few years of being invaded by English chefs, it looks like anything is possible
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Izzie is still in lurking mode and spending lots of time these days either squiggling or lurking in Nanoland

But just could not let the day go by without mentioning two most delicious and spooky discoveries
The program for next year's Arts Festival came out last Thursday. The Izzie's beady serpent eyes nearly popped out of her head. Was sitting in Antz cafe with a bunch of quirky squigglers peeking at the paper for the occasional distraction
The Queen of Celestial Sirens will be gracing these shores with her presence next year. Been a long long twenty years.
Could not get to the concert hall quick enough to get our paws on a most precious ticket. But the evil Goth teasers have a pecking order where the friends of the festival get first pick and the plebs have to wait until Monday to get theirs. Such cruelty

Tried again at a different agency on Saturday. Looked all good for a seat in the fourth row until the inevitable question came up about a certain Friends of the Festival pass
Well today the long wait was over. Those juicy seats were long gone but still managed to snaffle one in the ninth row.

Strange how the Izzie had commented only recently that listening to Dead Can Dance music was the thing that finally had all the muses queuing for very productive weekend down south. Lisa must have been listening.
Decided to make a habit of doing the unplugged nanowrimo thing. So tomorrow morning will be devoted to getting from the spiral notebook to the pages of Scrivener.

And in a fit of total decadence also took the opportunity for another bit of indulgence

Wade DaviesThe American Zombie Hunter is coming to Oz. Last October he gave a talk about Pacific Islander sailors that was so fascinating it was worth waking up at 3 in the morning to hear it again
Must go dust off our old copy of "The Serpent and the Rainbow"

And then there's so much juicy stuff for next year's Writers Festival too. China Mieville and Margaret Atwood amongst others will be there.
Izzie will be a cheapskate as usual. As most of the expensive sessions with the big names are often broadcast later on Radio National so there's no need to spend at all

Such a feast of beasts. And between the television drama with the brilliant title "Devil's Dust" and the latest fix of incidents on Batavia's Graveyard, there's no end of evil inspiration

Tomorrow will be off to the Supreme Court for the last evening of the Divali festival. Was there this evening and even as an outsider one could sense the spookiness and magic. A festival of lights with a fire in a cauldron and a procession of drummers are always good ingredients for a bit of mystery and magic.

And soon it will be time to stop the slacking and get out there looking for a real (toad free) job :(
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (serpent)
Izzie is still in lurking mode and spending lots of time these days either squiggling or lurking in Nanoland

But just could not let the day go by without mentioning two most delicious and spooky discoveries
The program for next year's Arts Festival came out last Thursday. The Izzie's beady serpent eyes nearly popped out of her head. Was sitting in Antz cafe with a bunch of quirky squigglers peeking at the paper for the occasional distraction
The Queen of Celestial Sirens will be gracing these shores with her presence next year. Been a long long twenty years.
Could not get to the concert hall quick enough to get our paws on a most precious ticket. But the evil Goth teasers have a pecking order where the friends of the festival get first pick and the plebs have to wait until Monday to get theirs. Such cruelty

Tried again at a different agency on Saturday. Looked all good for a seat in the fourth row until the inevitable question came up about a certain Friends of the Festival pass
Well today the long wait was over. Those juicy seats were long gone but still managed to snaffle one in the ninth row.

Strange how the Izzie had commented only recently that listening to Dead Can Dance music was the thing that finally had all the muses queuing for very productive weekend down south. Lisa must have been listening.
Decided to make a habit of doing the unplugged nanowrimo thing. So tomorrow morning will be devoted to getting from the spiral notebook to the pages of Scrivener.

And in a fit of total decadence also took the opportunity for another bit of indulgence

Wade DaviesThe American Zombie Hunter is coming to Oz. Last October he gave a talk about Pacific Islander sailors that was so fascinating it was worth waking up at 3 in the morning to hear it again
Must go dust off our old copy of "The Serpent and the Rainbow"

And then there's so much juicy stuff for next year's Writers Festival too. China Mieville and Margaret Atwood amongst others will be there.
Izzie will be a cheapskate as usual. As most of the expensive sessions with the big names are often broadcast later on Radio National so there's no need to spend at all

Such a feast of beasts. And between the television drama with the brilliant title "Devil's Dust" and the latest fix of incidents on Batavia's Graveyard, there's no end of evil inspiration

Tomorrow will be off to the Supreme Court for the last evening of the Divali festival. Was there this evening and even as an outsider one could sense the spookiness and magic. A festival of lights with a fire in a cauldron and a procession of drummers are always good ingredients for a bit of mystery and magic.

And soon it will be time to stop the slacking and get out there looking for a real (toad free) job :(
izmeina: (Default)
Izzie is in a strange place. Just finished on Friday the last page of a camel leather journal with a rose quartz stone inset on the cover and hand made paper on the inside. Gorgeous but not friendly to emerald ink or quick quotes quills. It was like writing on quicksand

It was our last day of the fringe binge. The actual festival finished on Sunday but due to work commitments, Friday was our last day of festivities
All those plays and cabaret shows meant that visits to Cyberia were far and few between and most squiggling got done offline in the leather note book. But now there is just over a whole week between it and the serpent’s very sacred day of Wednesday 29th February. This day is worthy of the first page in a bright shiny new notebook preferably at Cottesloe Beach while listening to This Mortal Coil’s “Song to the Siren” at sunset and reminiscing about the last Wednesday 29th February way back in 1984

So this week will be hopefully devoted to catching up in Cyberia. The last few weeks have been a total sensory overload, so much so that the Izzie was sometimes almost psycho.
Just a quick count, must have been 16 or so shows in the space of 21 days. Four of those were booked in advance and the rest were last minute cheap tickets.
With this particular festival the locations were as much a star attraction in their own right as the shows. Izzie is a strange creature with an unusual habit of adopting what we call ‘sacred sites’ for want of a better word. It turns out that the old treasury buildings were very high on the list. This serpent would even go to see George Bush or John Howard if they were to make an appearance in such a place. Lucky that most of the performers turned out to be of a much much higher standard than those two

It turned out that the first very much anticipated event got ruined due to the nasty 42 celsius sizzling stinker of a day. Returned the following Monday not to attend a show but to just lurk and linger in the Treasure Chest and absorb the magical aura of this historical location. Monday nights are very quiet in downtown Dursleyville and it was wonderful just sitting around on the old crates sipping a glass of Solo with ice and reading “Chamber of Secrets”. The wines were far too decadent in price to indulge. But we would save such indulgences for the very last week

Ended up not enjoying some very good shows due to irrational panic attacks and sensory overload or just plain sizzling stinking hot horrid days.
Sometimes would just go to the kitschy box office caravan and book a show based less on the content and more on the location. After three or four shows in the Treasury Cabaret, got the craving to visit the old postal hall which was the original post office and the point from which all distances in Dursleyville are measured.
Just walking down the very long labyrinthine entrance past corridors and strange halls plastered with fringe posters and mysterious passageways was an adventure in itself. The show “This is what we do for a living” was good too as was the chance to snoop and slink a bit later. Decided not to do the mad rush for the bus at 10.15 but to lurk and linger and soak up the spookiness
Was back in the same place on Friday for two shows with wonderful titles “She dances in the dark” and “City of Shadows”

The latter starred Rachael Dease - a local version of Lisa Gerrard and a sort of chamber orchestra with spooky strings. It was based on pictures of crime scenes and suspects from Sydney in the 1920s. The music was ethereal, spooky and beautiful but there did not seem to be any story or structure. Seen some of the pictures before in an exhibition about femme fatales at the turn of the century. Some of the scenes seemed suspiciously reminiscent of the old treasury itself with bodies on stair cases or in corridors and elegant archways. Was strategically located near a doorway bearing the script “Newspaper House” and an archway hiding a few desks and cubicles.

They were a bit over the top with all the bodies and mug shots. Every single one of those pictures could be the basis for a fascinating story but there were so many that it was serious sensory overload. Particularly fascinating were all those 1920s car crash scenes with the ancient vehicles
The one thing missing from the festival was a ghost tour, spooky stories tale of these amazing old buildings and goblin lurking grounds. Turned out there was some such thing in the south west wing which had sold out ages ago. It was called Pollyanna. Not a happy clappy story as you would think from the title but a story of a girl murdered at her birthday party and all the audience got to play detective wandering from room to room deep in the heart of goblin territory

But the two best shows of all turned out not to be on the goblins territory at all. One was in the Spiegeltent which is an amazing relic from the 1920s. Izzie just loves art deco kitsch. It was Bunga bunga Burlesqueconi starring three drag queens and a Sylvio Berlesconi impersonator with an uncanny resemblance to Paul Keating.
There was another crap show there last Monday called “Glamazonian” Normal price was $25 which was the same as BBB. Izzie got cheap tix for $15. But it was worth it just to get our nose inside this amazing glamorous tent.
Next time the serpent slinks about in the city, the old treasury buildings will be off limits. Will not be able to sit there and sip a plastic glass of Vinacious “Snake Charmer” Shiraz and offer ickle Wormtail a sip like last Wednesday.
There is still the yuppie festival gardens done up in Steam punk style. But that is a tale for another day
izmeina: (Crazy)
Izzie is in a strange place. Just finished on Friday the last page of a camel leather journal with a rose quartz stone inset on the cover and hand made paper on the inside. Gorgeous but not friendly to emerald ink or quick quotes quills. It was like writing on quicksand

It was our last day of the fringe binge. The actual festival finished on Sunday but due to work commitments, Friday was our last day of festivities
All those plays and cabaret shows meant that visits to Cyberia were far and few between and most squiggling got done offline in the leather note book. But now there is just over a whole week between it and the serpent’s very sacred day of Wednesday 29th February. This day is worthy of the first page in a bright shiny new notebook preferably at Cottesloe Beach while listening to This Mortal Coil’s “Song to the Siren” at sunset and reminiscing about the last Wednesday 29th February way back in 1984

So this week will be hopefully devoted to catching up in Cyberia. The last few weeks have been a total sensory overload, so much so that the Izzie was sometimes almost psycho.
Just a quick count, must have been 16 or so shows in the space of 21 days. Four of those were booked in advance and the rest were last minute cheap tickets.
With this particular festival the locations were as much a star attraction in their own right as the shows. Izzie is a strange creature with an unusual habit of adopting what we call ‘sacred sites’ for want of a better word. It turns out that the old treasury buildings were very high on the list. This serpent would even go to see George Bush or John Howard if they were to make an appearance in such a place. Lucky that most of the performers turned out to be of a much much higher standard than those two

It turned out that the first very much anticipated event got ruined due to the nasty 42 celsius sizzling stinker of a day. Returned the following Monday not to attend a show but to just lurk and linger in the Treasure Chest and absorb the magical aura of this historical location. Monday nights are very quiet in downtown Dursleyville and it was wonderful just sitting around on the old crates sipping a glass of Solo with ice and reading “Chamber of Secrets”. The wines were far too decadent in price to indulge. But we would save such indulgences for the very last week

Ended up not enjoying some very good shows due to irrational panic attacks and sensory overload or just plain sizzling stinking hot horrid days.
Sometimes would just go to the kitschy box office caravan and book a show based less on the content and more on the location. After three or four shows in the Treasury Cabaret, got the craving to visit the old postal hall which was the original post office and the point from which all distances in Dursleyville are measured.
Just walking down the very long labyrinthine entrance past corridors and strange halls plastered with fringe posters and mysterious passageways was an adventure in itself. The show “This is what we do for a living” was good too as was the chance to snoop and slink a bit later. Decided not to do the mad rush for the bus at 10.15 but to lurk and linger and soak up the spookiness
Was back in the same place on Friday for two shows with wonderful titles “She dances in the dark” and “City of Shadows”

The latter starred Rachael Dease - a local version of Lisa Gerrard and a sort of chamber orchestra with spooky strings. It was based on pictures of crime scenes and suspects from Sydney in the 1920s. The music was ethereal, spooky and beautiful but there did not seem to be any story or structure. Seen some of the pictures before in an exhibition about femme fatales at the turn of the century. Some of the scenes seemed suspiciously reminiscent of the old treasury itself with bodies on stair cases or in corridors and elegant archways. Was strategically located near a doorway bearing the script “Newspaper House” and an archway hiding a few desks and cubicles.

They were a bit over the top with all the bodies and mug shots. Every single one of those pictures could be the basis for a fascinating story but there were so many that it was serious sensory overload. Particularly fascinating were all those 1920s car crash scenes with the ancient vehicles
The one thing missing from the festival was a ghost tour, spooky stories tale of these amazing old buildings and goblin lurking grounds. Turned out there was some such thing in the south west wing which had sold out ages ago. It was called Pollyanna. Not a happy clappy story as you would think from the title but a story of a girl murdered at her birthday party and all the audience got to play detective wandering from room to room deep in the heart of goblin territory

But the two best shows of all turned out not to be on the goblins territory at all. One was in the Spiegeltent which is an amazing relic from the 1920s. Izzie just loves art deco kitsch. It was Bunga bunga Burlesqueconi starring three drag queens and a Sylvio Berlesconi impersonator with an uncanny resemblance to Paul Keating.
There was another crap show there last Monday called “Glamazonian” Normal price was $25 which was the same as BBB. Izzie got cheap tix for $15. But it was worth it just to get our nose inside this amazing glamorous tent.
Next time the serpent slinks about in the city, the old treasury buildings will be off limits. Will not be able to sit there and sip a plastic glass of Vinacious “Snake Charmer” Shiraz and offer ickle Wormtail a sip like last Wednesday.
There is still the yuppie festival gardens done up in Steam punk style. But that is a tale for another day
izmeina: (Default)
It’s festival time in downtown Dursleyville. It is one of the two times of year when all the weirdos come out of their closets and broom cupboards
But this year has been even weirder than ever. Luckily we have been blessed with reasonably mild weather for February after the week of hell that started with the new moon in January
It is strange to be attending events that you know will form part of very special memories for many years in the future and to know it at the time.
This so called fringe festival is what the official arts festival used to be before the yuppies took over and ruined it for the folks that don’t have gold and iron ore in their pockets
They have an interesting innovation called “Rushtix” where their cute pink caravans sell tickets for upcoming shows at reduced prices. Most half price and some even less.
The main festival used to have limited cheap tickets for four or five shows for that day and this special feature was reason enough to take two weeks holidays to pig out on plays and other assorted dramas

But then the goblins turned this into a labyrinthine ritual involving possessing a copy of the local daily newspaper, ringing the very secret number at exactly 10.13 am and giving the special code word for the show in question. Credit card only of course with assorted booking and transaction fees
This was their letter of the law response to the numerous complaints that they had gotten rid of the last minute cheap tickets and made the festival too unaffordable
So aside from perusing the program and booking early for stuff that looked the most likely to sell out, decided to take a chance on everything else.
Got to see a different show every day this week including this evening and with the exception of the decadent “Gold Digger - the shags to riches story of Australia’s most famous iron ‘ore”, most of them cost between 10 and 20 silver sickles.

Even the venues are gorgeous. The old treasury building is likes something out of a Kafka novel. Went to a show last night simply to get our nose inside the Postal Hall which was the original post office from the colonial days and as such remains the official marker point for distances to everywhere else. They used to call that street corner ‘ground zero’ but that expression has taken on a rather more unfortunate connotation in the last decade

This particular show was in the old post office hall with its most gorgeous arches and ornaments and a very mysterious walk way and corridor near the top leading to all sorts of mysterious doors. The side doors led off to strange cubicles and dusty staircases. It was like some enormous labyrinth and the perfect place for a murder mystery or ghost tours. Pity there were so many staff both before and after the shows making sure the visitors did not get too adventurous in their wanderings off the beaten path
The show turned out to be very good too. Got to love a guy who says

“I am from Belfast. It used to be big in the 80s you know”

“We get to play in crappy venues like this one. This is a condemned building. It could collapse any minute and we’d all get killed”

It was a show about the lives and loves of two circus performers who constantly bicker with each other between episodes of juggling, acrobatics and amorous adventures with members of the audience to the background tune of “Je t’aime”

But been so so busy being a culture vulture in mundane muggle reality that the online life has been sadly sadly neglected. Aside from a quick 20 minute peek on Saturday morning been absent from Cyberia since last Friday. Didn’t even have a proper ‘Dark mark’ party on Tuesday 7th. And the antics of the goblins are getting so outrageous that it is becoming almost impossible to keep up squiggling about them.

But there will be another anniversary next February and the internet will be there next month. The festival will not. The Old Treasury Buildings will once again be returned to the greedy clutches of the goblins who will convert them all into a posh hotel for snots where weirdos, freaks and fringe dwellers will most definitely not be welcome
Some of the people’s posts where the serpent wanted to leave calling cards or say hello are now two weeks old. Will be catching up slowly.
Might even manage to add a review or two of the some 10 shows seen so far
izmeina: (Dreamcult)
It’s festival time in downtown Dursleyville. It is one of the two times of year when all the weirdos come out of their closets and broom cupboards
But this year has been even weirder than ever. Luckily we have been blessed with reasonably mild weather for February after the week of hell that started with the new moon in January
It is strange to be attending events that you know will form part of very special memories for many years in the future and to know it at the time.
This so called fringe festival is what the official arts festival used to be before the yuppies took over and ruined it for the folks that don’t have gold and iron ore in their pockets
They have an interesting innovation called “Rushtix” where their cute pink caravans sell tickets for upcoming shows at reduced prices. Most half price and some even less.
The main festival used to have limited cheap tickets for four or five shows for that day and this special feature was reason enough to take two weeks holidays to pig out on plays and other assorted dramas

But then the goblins turned this into a labyrinthine ritual involving possessing a copy of the local daily newspaper, ringing the very secret number at exactly 10.13 am and giving the special code word for the show in question. Credit card only of course with assorted booking and transaction fees
This was their letter of the law response to the numerous complaints that they had gotten rid of the last minute cheap tickets and made the festival too unaffordable
So aside from perusing the program and booking early for stuff that looked the most likely to sell out, decided to take a chance on everything else.
Got to see a different show every day this week including this evening and with the exception of the decadent “Gold Digger - the shags to riches story of Australia’s most famous iron ‘ore”, most of them cost between 10 and 20 silver sickles.

Even the venues are gorgeous. The old treasury building is likes something out of a Kafka novel. Went to a show last night simply to get our nose inside the Postal Hall which was the original post office from the colonial days and as such remains the official marker point for distances to everywhere else. They used to call that street corner ‘ground zero’ but that expression has taken on a rather more unfortunate connotation in the last decade

This particular show was in the old post office hall with its most gorgeous arches and ornaments and a very mysterious walk way and corridor near the top leading to all sorts of mysterious doors. The side doors led off to strange cubicles and dusty staircases. It was like some enormous labyrinth and the perfect place for a murder mystery or ghost tours. Pity there were so many staff both before and after the shows making sure the visitors did not get too adventurous in their wanderings off the beaten path
The show turned out to be very good too. Got to love a guy who says

“I am from Belfast. It used to be big in the 80s you know”

“We get to play in crappy venues like this one. This is a condemned building. It could collapse any minute and we’d all get killed”

It was a show about the lives and loves of two circus performers who constantly bicker with each other between episodes of juggling, acrobatics and amorous adventures with members of the audience to the background tune of “Je t’aime”

But been so so busy being a culture vulture in mundane muggle reality that the online life has been sadly sadly neglected. Aside from a quick 20 minute peek on Saturday morning been absent from Cyberia since last Friday. Didn’t even have a proper ‘Dark mark’ party on Tuesday 7th. And the antics of the goblins are getting so outrageous that it is becoming almost impossible to keep up squiggling about them.

But there will be another anniversary next February and the internet will be there next month. The festival will not. The Old Treasury Buildings will once again be returned to the greedy clutches of the goblins who will convert them all into a posh hotel for snots where weirdos, freaks and fringe dwellers will most definitely not be welcome
Some of the people’s posts where the serpent wanted to leave calling cards or say hello are now two weeks old. Will be catching up slowly.
Might even manage to add a review or two of the some 10 shows seen so far
izmeina: (Default)
Wednesday was an icky sticky disgustingly muggy day. It was too miserable to slink around after work so just returned to the lair to scrub the scales and indulge in a long serpent snooze
Woke around 4.30pm and had the choice of clocking up another Buy Nothing Day lurking in the Lair, doing a bit of decluttering and some squiggling in Cyberia, or a visit to The Treasure Chest and the Caravan of Kitsch to see if there were any last minute cheap tickets for the freaky Fringe Shows. Figured that the serpent can snooze any day of the week but there’s only three weeks of Fringe festival freakishness.

Freaks, picnics, flying puddings and promises )
izmeina: (oro)
Wednesday was an icky sticky disgustingly muggy day. It was too miserable to slink around after work so just returned to the lair to scrub the scales and indulge in a long serpent snooze
Woke around 4.30pm and had the choice of clocking up another Buy Nothing Day lurking in the Lair, doing a bit of decluttering and some squiggling in Cyberia, or a visit to The Treasure Chest and the Caravan of Kitsch to see if there were any last minute cheap tickets for the freaky Fringe Shows. Figured that the serpent can snooze any day of the week but there’s only three weeks of Fringe festival freakishness.

Freaks, picnics, flying puddings and promises )

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