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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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Izzie never ever imagined that it would be necessary to turn on the heater during October. This is Oz after all and we are supposed to be sizzling and certainly not snuggling up, toasting our toes and listening to the howling wind and the rain lashing the window panes.

Just the perfect weather in fact for listening to the radio and catching up on podcasts.

First there was the history of a rather infamous book (I tried to read it many moons ago but it was just too whiny)
I nearly died laughing on hearing a BBC program about it which claimed that "Mein Kampf" is a best seller in India where it is seen as a sort of self help book. How one man began as a down and out doing time in jail to become the leader of a powerful nation in such a short time. The fact that he made things so difficult for the British Empire just adds to the allure. (The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that)

Or to put it in more modern business jargon
"They see it as a kind of success story where one man can have a vision, work out a plan on how to implement it and then successfully complete it"
source

Then there's the more recent cult courtesy of Old Mr Hubbard. The good old days seem well and truly over with Anonymous and an assortment of whistle blowers spilling the beans on the monstrous cash cow. Unfortunately this program starts at the witching hour of midnight and I've usually fallen asleep half way through it. Of course there's always the podcasts but a serpent needs 9 lives to catch up with all the tasty morsels.

Then there was a fascinating exploration of the subtle difference between scary and creepy

I love the list of dodgy jobs. It will make perfect nanowrimo prompt. This year's sad and sordid story will need to feature at least four of the following occupations with bonus points for all of them.


Clown
Taxidermist
Sex Shop Owner
Funeral Director
Taxi Driver
Priest
Janitor
Garbage Collector
Security Guard
Writer
Actor
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (creepy)
Izzie never ever imagined that it would be necessary to turn on the heater during October. This is Oz after all and we are supposed to be sizzling and certainly not snuggling up, toasting our toes and listening to the howling wind and the rain lashing the window panes.

Just the perfect weather in fact for listening to the radio and catching up on podcasts.

First there was the history of a rather infamous book (I tried to read it many moons ago but it was just too whiny)
I nearly died laughing on hearing a BBC program about it which claimed that "Mein Kampf" is a best seller in India where it is seen as a sort of self help book. How one man began as a down and out doing time in jail to become the leader of a powerful nation in such a short time. The fact that he made things so difficult for the British Empire just adds to the allure. (The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that)

Or to put it in more modern business jargon
"They see it as a kind of success story where one man can have a vision, work out a plan on how to implement it and then successfully complete it"
source

Then there's the more recent cult courtesy of Old Mr Hubbard. The good old days seem well and truly over with Anonymous and an assortment of whistle blowers spilling the beans on the monstrous cash cow. Unfortunately this program starts at the witching hour of midnight and I've usually fallen asleep half way through it. Of course there's always the podcasts but a serpent needs 9 lives to catch up with all the tasty morsels.

Then there was a fascinating exploration of the subtle difference between scary and creepy

I love the list of dodgy jobs. It will make perfect nanowrimo prompt. This year's sad and sordid story will need to feature at least four of the following occupations with bonus points for all of them.


Clown
Taxidermist
Sex Shop Owner
Funeral Director
Taxi Driver
Priest
Janitor
Garbage Collector
Security Guard
Writer
Actor
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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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It’s scary to think that it’s exactly 6 months between last Christmas and the next one. At least the weather is gorgeous and there’s no chance of the mercury melting at 40 celsius at this time of year in Oz.
There’s just too much weird stuff and so little time to squiggle about it.

The fun started last Wednesday with an invitation to a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. It was a fund raising event for the Alzheimers Association. It was the perfect opportunity to dress up as Dolores Umbridge and wear one very special Cthulhu hat. It’s a tough job being the Queen of Hearts but some one has to do it.
Curiouser and curiouser )
izmeina: a spooky blue Cthulhu brandishing wicked weapons (pen and paintbrush) (Cthulhu)
It’s scary to think that it’s exactly 6 months between last Christmas and the next one. At least the weather is gorgeous and there’s no chance of the mercury melting at 40 celsius at this time of year in Oz.
There’s just too much weird stuff and so little time to squiggle about it.

The fun started last Wednesday with an invitation to a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. It was a fund raising event for the Alzheimers Association. It was the perfect opportunity to dress up as Dolores Umbridge and wear one very special Cthulhu hat. It’s a tough job being the Queen of Hearts but some one has to do it.
Curiouser and curiouser )
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It’s been a very freaky three weeks. The Izzie must be a glutton for punishment. In the midst of a serious Fringe Binge also juggling the video lectures, readings and home work assignment for not one but four online courses with another starting next week!
The Edx course starting next week “Effective thinking through mathematics” was supposed to have started in early January so that seriously stuffed up the serpent plans. But having read their book “The 5 elements of effective thinking” and found it interesting and inspiring, the serpent is determined to pursue this puzzling path at whatever price. Which in fact is FREE

A similar class has just started again over at Coursera. Done it several times already but signed up again for the sake of curiosity and nostalgia. It is also fascinating to watch the evolution of online education - MOOCs in particular. Here’s thinking that within a few years as the pressure for return on investment from the vulture capitalists increases, these few years will be fondly regarded as the Golden Age where priceless learning could be obtained for no cost but time

Another of these courses has a bunch of fabulous books on the reading list. This week’s subject is "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice through the Looking Glass"
Having already got one of these as an ebook on the tablet and both of them in Martin Gardner’s very erudite “The Annotated Alice”, reading them should not have been a problem

But the Annotated Alice is as fat as any Bible and just as big and heavy. Not the sort of thing you would pop in a back pack for a bit of reading at the bus stop. And this ancient serpent still struggles with the new ebook things. Worked out how to do bookmarks but anything other than reading one page after another seems quite tricky to master

So resorted to the local library and snaffled a pocket sized paperback dead tree copy with illustrations by Marvin Peake which are really spooky and gorgeous
Having searched in vain for Humpty Dumpty and the Red Queen who keeps running to stand still in the ebook, was relieved to discover them all alive and well in the Looking Glass

So spent a good few hours today reading that story and was delighted to find the Jabberwocky, the walrus and all sorts of strange creatures within. Had not realized that “believing six impossible things before breakfast’ was from that book along with a whole bunch of other ideas and phrases that have become part of everyday speech

But the really freaky thing is that on several visits to the Fringe Pleasure Garden the loudspeakers were playing the gorgeous and ever so creepy song “White Rabbit”. Grace Slick has sold her soul since then but it's still a brilliant blood curdling spine tingling song

Had no idea just how much this book influenced the sixties drug culture. Of course just about everyone is going to take that angle for the assignments or the ever so predictable and boring Freudian sex angle. A certain Cat found another sick and twisted take on these tales but Izzie ain’t going there either.

It was exactly 5 years ago that Izzie first had froggie lodgers in the house. One of them was mad about those books and used to say that Lewis Carroll was a fuddy duddy old conservative and hated all the new fangled maths. He wrote the Alice stories to take the piss out of such crazy illogical ideas and would likely be turning in his grave if he had known that his book would turn out to be their Bible. And Poe’s Law hadn’t even been invented yet
In a stroke of good luck there’s a few posts in the latest iteration of the Introduction to Mathematical Thinking about this very topic

So with the help of Martin Gardner and Keith Devlin, it should be possible to present a reasonable amount of evidence to convince a jury of five members. But the tricky bit is being rationed to a mere 320 words to state the case

In the sci fi and fantasy course the assignments are peer assessed and grammar Nazis are given the green light. One of them was exceedingly upset by a lack of dots at the end of many sentences (usually the last one in a paragraph)
Had the same comment in another course. It’s funny. Had never even noticed this little idiosyncrasy until it was pointed out. Still not quite sure why it would push anyone’s buttons. Unlike absent or misplaced commas it is unlikely to change the possible meaning of a sentence

But the Grimm’s fairy tales was just a warm up. The Izzie is going to get seriously esoteric in the next installments which include the Alice tales and Dracula
An essay length of maximum 320 words is pure evil genius. No room for waffling bullshit. Every single word has got to work to earn its place in the tale
And the Cat has set the bar exceedingly high.
izmeina: (Crazy Cats)
It’s been a very freaky three weeks. The Izzie must be a glutton for punishment. In the midst of a serious Fringe Binge also juggling the video lectures, readings and home work assignment for not one but four online courses with another starting next week!
The Edx course starting next week “Effective thinking through mathematics” was supposed to have started in early January so that seriously stuffed up the serpent plans. But having read their book “The 5 elements of effective thinking” and found it interesting and inspiring, the serpent is determined to pursue this puzzling path at whatever price. Which in fact is FREE

A similar class has just started again over at Coursera. Done it several times already but signed up again for the sake of curiosity and nostalgia. It is also fascinating to watch the evolution of online education - MOOCs in particular. Here’s thinking that within a few years as the pressure for return on investment from the vulture capitalists increases, these few years will be fondly regarded as the Golden Age where priceless learning could be obtained for no cost but time

Another of these courses has a bunch of fabulous books on the reading list. This week’s subject is "Alice in Wonderland" and "Alice through the Looking Glass"
Having already got one of these as an ebook on the tablet and both of them in Martin Gardner’s very erudite “The Annotated Alice”, reading them should not have been a problem

But the Annotated Alice is as fat as any Bible and just as big and heavy. Not the sort of thing you would pop in a back pack for a bit of reading at the bus stop. And this ancient serpent still struggles with the new ebook things. Worked out how to do bookmarks but anything other than reading one page after another seems quite tricky to master

So resorted to the local library and snaffled a pocket sized paperback dead tree copy with illustrations by Marvin Peake which are really spooky and gorgeous
Having searched in vain for Humpty Dumpty and the Red Queen who keeps running to stand still in the ebook, was relieved to discover them all alive and well in the Looking Glass

So spent a good few hours today reading that story and was delighted to find the Jabberwocky, the walrus and all sorts of strange creatures within. Had not realized that “believing six impossible things before breakfast’ was from that book along with a whole bunch of other ideas and phrases that have become part of everyday speech

But the really freaky thing is that on several visits to the Fringe Pleasure Garden the loudspeakers were playing the gorgeous and ever so creepy song “White Rabbit”. Grace Slick has sold her soul since then but it's still a brilliant blood curdling spine tingling song

Had no idea just how much this book influenced the sixties drug culture. Of course just about everyone is going to take that angle for the assignments or the ever so predictable and boring Freudian sex angle. A certain Cat found another sick and twisted take on these tales but Izzie ain’t going there either.

It was exactly 5 years ago that Izzie first had froggie lodgers in the house. One of them was mad about those books and used to say that Lewis Carroll was a fuddy duddy old conservative and hated all the new fangled maths. He wrote the Alice stories to take the piss out of such crazy illogical ideas and would likely be turning in his grave if he had known that his book would turn out to be their Bible. And Poe’s Law hadn’t even been invented yet
In a stroke of good luck there’s a few posts in the latest iteration of the Introduction to Mathematical Thinking about this very topic

So with the help of Martin Gardner and Keith Devlin, it should be possible to present a reasonable amount of evidence to convince a jury of five members. But the tricky bit is being rationed to a mere 320 words to state the case

In the sci fi and fantasy course the assignments are peer assessed and grammar Nazis are given the green light. One of them was exceedingly upset by a lack of dots at the end of many sentences (usually the last one in a paragraph)
Had the same comment in another course. It’s funny. Had never even noticed this little idiosyncrasy until it was pointed out. Still not quite sure why it would push anyone’s buttons. Unlike absent or misplaced commas it is unlikely to change the possible meaning of a sentence

But the Grimm’s fairy tales was just a warm up. The Izzie is going to get seriously esoteric in the next installments which include the Alice tales and Dracula
An essay length of maximum 320 words is pure evil genius. No room for waffling bullshit. Every single word has got to work to earn its place in the tale
And the Cat has set the bar exceedingly high.

Freaked Out

Feb. 1st, 2014 11:55 pm
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So much wickedly wonderful weirdness in Izzieland of late. It's very rare for a certain serpent to be slinking about the city on a Friday or Saturday night. But then it's not any old weekend that we have Fringe World

The place is buzzing with life and most of it of the jolly quirky variety rather than the usual assortment of gutless punching drunk and disorderly mob on the rampage
It's wonderful to see so many ladies wandering around in corsets, fish net stockings and very crazy hats, hunch back zombie clowns doing impromptu performances in the gardens and lots of the performers meandering around in costume

A gorgeous old park with a dozen or so Cthulhu trees has been converted into a sea of tents and marquees and an assortment of very peculiar rickety bockety buildings. They have made the place even more magical than it already was. Even the old gazebo has been spruced up with the addition of an enormous glitter ball. They must do discos there after dark

But things have changed since last year. Gone are the days of turning up at 2pm hoping to get half price tickets. Most ticket sales are now online. The cheapies are available from 11am online and by the time you get to the box office in person the best stuff is already gone. It was possible to turn up in the afternoon and get cheap tickets for good shows for the first couple of days. But slowly the city folks have woken up to the big fat party in their midst and they want in on the action


But best of all is the weather. It seems that usual stinking forties we get in February have all gone over to Adelaide and Melbourne

Did have to do a mad dash last night in order to catch the last bus at 11.20. Made it with only five minutes to spare. Got to thinking how a really good show can be totally tainted by the mad ten minute dash at the end of it. Then got hassled by a happy clapper on the bus who was seeking converts for the Lord. Sussed out that he was a literal believer in the 6 day creation, Adam's rib etc etc.
But maybe the Good Lord did have a purpose in having us cross paths. The conversation served as a sort of circuit breaker to forget about the hassle of bus hopping

It turns out that there is some one doing a show about being from a Christian evangelical family.
May as well just quote the blurb
Chris Wainhouse is the Anti-Chris. The polar opposite of what his family expected. But when you come from a fundamentalist Christian household that believe in a literal interpretation of the bible, becoming the black sheep of the family can be as easy as not wanting to be one of the sheep. Prepare to have your mind fried as Chris take you on a Supernatural Evangelistic Expialidocious journey from the 6000 year old planet he grew up on to the 4.5 billion year old planet he now calls home.

After last night's encounter will most definitely be adding that one to the 'must see' list and with a bit of luck might get another one of those wonderful $5 tickets to see it

Freaked Out

Feb. 1st, 2014 11:55 pm
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (Haunted house)
So much wickedly wonderful weirdness in Izzieland of late. It's very rare for a certain serpent to be slinking about the city on a Friday or Saturday night. But then it's not any old weekend that we have Fringe World

The place is buzzing with life and most of it of the jolly quirky variety rather than the usual assortment of gutless punching drunk and disorderly mob on the rampage
It's wonderful to see so many ladies wandering around in corsets, fish net stockings and very crazy hats, hunch back zombie clowns doing impromptu performances in the gardens and lots of the performers meandering around in costume

A gorgeous old park with a dozen or so Cthulhu trees has been converted into a sea of tents and marquees and an assortment of very peculiar rickety bockety buildings. They have made the place even more magical than it already was. Even the old gazebo has been spruced up with the addition of an enormous glitter ball. They must do discos there after dark

But things have changed since last year. Gone are the days of turning up at 2pm hoping to get half price tickets. Most ticket sales are now online. The cheapies are available from 11am online and by the time you get to the box office in person the best stuff is already gone. It was possible to turn up in the afternoon and get cheap tickets for good shows for the first couple of days. But slowly the city folks have woken up to the big fat party in their midst and they want in on the action


But best of all is the weather. It seems that usual stinking forties we get in February have all gone over to Adelaide and Melbourne

Did have to do a mad dash last night in order to catch the last bus at 11.20. Made it with only five minutes to spare. Got to thinking how a really good show can be totally tainted by the mad ten minute dash at the end of it. Then got hassled by a happy clapper on the bus who was seeking converts for the Lord. Sussed out that he was a literal believer in the 6 day creation, Adam's rib etc etc.
But maybe the Good Lord did have a purpose in having us cross paths. The conversation served as a sort of circuit breaker to forget about the hassle of bus hopping

It turns out that there is some one doing a show about being from a Christian evangelical family.
May as well just quote the blurb
Chris Wainhouse is the Anti-Chris. The polar opposite of what his family expected. But when you come from a fundamentalist Christian household that believe in a literal interpretation of the bible, becoming the black sheep of the family can be as easy as not wanting to be one of the sheep. Prepare to have your mind fried as Chris take you on a Supernatural Evangelistic Expialidocious journey from the 6000 year old planet he grew up on to the 4.5 billion year old planet he now calls home.

After last night's encounter will most definitely be adding that one to the 'must see' list and with a bit of luck might get another one of those wonderful $5 tickets to see it
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What a difference a day makes. The weather has gone from sizzling steamy 37 something down to a gorgeous pleasant and breezy 27 today. The old grey cells even got a bit twinkly as they recovered from the soul sapping miserable heat

The main serpent gossip is that the annual festival of freakiness that is Fringe World just started on Friday
It’s a four week feast of circus, cabaret, burlesque, comedy and assorted drama. It’s sort of like Halloween on steroids

And unlike the official city Arts Festival with all the capital letters and posh mining magnate sponsors, these folks not only keep the shows cheap but have lots of tickets on the day for half price or less. Needless to say there's more than a few shows that take the total piss out of some of these same mining magnates

Of course it’s not all sparkles and sequins and silver linings. There is one big fat grey cloud and this is the monumental stuff up that is the city centre road works and the public transport system
Gone is last year’s option of leaving a show at 11pm and having less than a ten minute walk to the bus station. Said station is being demolished some time this week and its replacement is a good twenty five minutes walk away in a creepy desolate part of town

So it looks like the serpent will have to slink back to the bus by 9.30 at the latest and then spend the rest of the evening catching up on various online course readings and assignments

Got two courses running at the moment and by mid February will have added Michael Starbird’s “Effective Thinking Through Mathematics” and “Fantasy and Science Fiction” which apparently has a massive pile of stuff to read.

So with the feast of art, books, cabaret and freak shows, there should be no excuse whatsoever for lack of serpent ideas for things to squiggle

Seen two shows so far and they were both very good.
One zany creation called “Hamlet and Juliet” had the mad (or not so mad) great Dane all set out to revenge his father. But that plan goes out the window when he meets a gorgeous girl who is a guest at his mother’s wedding. And the rest is a riot of twisted Shakespearean snippets, sleazy innuendo and all sorts of geekish allusions to scenes from assorted movies

Best of all was the decision to book for their other show which is a parody of Alfred Hitchcock movies and to take a chance on getting the mixed up lovers as a last minute ticket. Turns out the strategy to lure customers in is to have the long weekend sprinkled with lots of $5 specials. This show happened to be one of them.

Still slowly sifting through the big fat catalogue making a list and checking it twice. There’s just too much to choose.

So between visiting shows and catching up on Coursera readings and assignments, it’s likely the Izzie will not be lurking much in online journal land over the next three weeks
izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (Halloween)
What a difference a day makes. The weather has gone from sizzling steamy 37 something down to a gorgeous pleasant and breezy 27 today. The old grey cells even got a bit twinkly as they recovered from the soul sapping miserable heat

The main serpent gossip is that the annual festival of freakiness that is Fringe World just started on Friday
It’s a four week feast of circus, cabaret, burlesque, comedy and assorted drama. It’s sort of like Halloween on steroids

And unlike the official city Arts Festival with all the capital letters and posh mining magnate sponsors, these folks not only keep the shows cheap but have lots of tickets on the day for half price or less. Needless to say there's more than a few shows that take the total piss out of some of these same mining magnates

Of course it’s not all sparkles and sequins and silver linings. There is one big fat grey cloud and this is the monumental stuff up that is the city centre road works and the public transport system
Gone is last year’s option of leaving a show at 11pm and having less than a ten minute walk to the bus station. Said station is being demolished some time this week and its replacement is a good twenty five minutes walk away in a creepy desolate part of town

So it looks like the serpent will have to slink back to the bus by 9.30 at the latest and then spend the rest of the evening catching up on various online course readings and assignments

Got two courses running at the moment and by mid February will have added Michael Starbird’s “Effective Thinking Through Mathematics” and “Fantasy and Science Fiction” which apparently has a massive pile of stuff to read.

So with the feast of art, books, cabaret and freak shows, there should be no excuse whatsoever for lack of serpent ideas for things to squiggle

Seen two shows so far and they were both very good.
One zany creation called “Hamlet and Juliet” had the mad (or not so mad) great Dane all set out to revenge his father. But that plan goes out the window when he meets a gorgeous girl who is a guest at his mother’s wedding. And the rest is a riot of twisted Shakespearean snippets, sleazy innuendo and all sorts of geekish allusions to scenes from assorted movies

Best of all was the decision to book for their other show which is a parody of Alfred Hitchcock movies and to take a chance on getting the mixed up lovers as a last minute ticket. Turns out the strategy to lure customers in is to have the long weekend sprinkled with lots of $5 specials. This show happened to be one of them.

Still slowly sifting through the big fat catalogue making a list and checking it twice. There’s just too much to choose.

So between visiting shows and catching up on Coursera readings and assignments, it’s likely the Izzie will not be lurking much in online journal land over the next three weeks
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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
izmeina: (Default)
Izzie’s been suffering withdrawal symptoms for the vegie delights of Annalakshmi. The boss of Juicy Beetroot tried to tempt the serpent saying that our favorite potato dish would be on the menu today. But the Illuminite festival was on this evening at the cultural centre so some delicious and fattening layered potatoes with tumeric would in itself not alter the Izzie plans

Annalakshmi’s offerings did turn out to be a bit disappointing. Only one variety of dhal instead of the usual two and it had kidney beans instead of lentils or chickpeas. But it turned out to be worth the visit in the end but not for the reasons expected

Decided to sit outside on the balcony overlooking the river as it would be less stuffy than inside and watching the jellyfish slinking about in the river might prove to be relaxing and distracting. Yesss. The dementors paid an unexpected visit since Tuesday and the serpent was desperately trying to distract these infernal beasties

We thinks to have finally worked out the reason for their attraction to this usually uninteresting serpent but that is another much longer and locked post best left for another day. And it is all to do with goblins, the day job and deja vu

So there was this strange skinny and freaky looking lady on the next table. A bit rich for the serpent to talks about freaks but it takes one to know one. A clingy leech was the vibe that Izzie was picking up

It turned out that she would try to strike up a conversation with every passer by but it took some time for the not so observant serpent to notice this

She asked the Izzie if we had ever been here before. She had been introduced by a friend a month ago and had been coming a couple a times a week since. She would like to come every day but being a student could not afford it. She had never tried Indian food before but quite liked it and kept coming back for more. She was expecting it to be very hot and spicy but was pleasantly surprised at how mild it was.

Izzie said that before they moved to their present location they had been on the Esplanade on the second floor of some old building. In those days there was no buffet but a la carte only and most of the stuff was seriously spicy and would blow your head off. They probably toned it down for the wimpy westerners

Added that the food was not typical of what you would find in an Indian restaurant and seemed more like home cooking kind of stuff. Also found it kind of sweet that this restaurant funded by an Indian cultural organisation was one of the few places in the city that had a nativity scene for Christmas time along with Ganesha and other assorted Hindu deities. You won’t see any such thing in the mainstream department stores. They do Santa, snow and reindeer in the middle of summer but not the baby Jesus thing

As a student she loved the whole ‘pay what you can afford’ thing. She could now only manage $10 but when she would be rich and famous she would still come here and pay hundreds of dollars to make up for the old days. She said she was a student at a Christian college. But now it was the 8 week break so she had no studies to do. Instead she was concentrating on writing her autobiography which she wants to get published. She was on the lookout for some one who can do editing and publishing and that sort of thing.

Izzie suggested she should start a blog or something similar so that she could write about her life online without needing to get an agent or go through the usual publishing channels
“Oh no. I want a proper book about my life. It will be a best seller translated into many languages all around the world”

But before Izzie could add “You mean like Harry Potter” a couple came and sat at the same table at the two seats between us so the conversation sort of got interrupted and she started chatting to them instead. They turned out to be a pair of cheapskates and talked to each other that five dollars each would be a reasonable amount to pay.

They would pay seven at the Hari Krishnas for crappy tasteless food. What a bunch of scrooges. But while they were being a pair of pathetic goblins Izzie got to thinking that it is time for a bit of Christian baiting. The usual evil Izzie twinkle was not there thanks to those evil Dementors but we could not let the conversation conclude without mentioning more about the Potter boy
So the serpent innocently suggested that if she wanted to sell lots of copies of her book in many languages then she should learn from the experts. Asked if she had ever read any of the Potter books

She looked positively mortified. “Oh no. I don’t read that sort of thing. They are evil.”
So some one told you this or you came to that conclusion yourself by reading them?
“Oh. I would never go near them. I just know that they are very very bad”
The serpent replied that we have read all of them and love the books to bits. Could have added not once but seven times and also given lots of copies to friends as presents
She looked a bit shocked

Asked what she actually does read. She mentioned a bunch of Christian writers and of course her favorite - the Bible. That is what she was reading when the Izzie slinked by. Suspected as much by the thin pages and tiny print.

Then asked about the Bible College and where it was and what she hoped to do once she graduated. She was going to be a preacher and would travel around the world preaching the Word of God.
Like the American Televangelists? She had never heard of that word before but did recognize the names Jim and Tammy Bakker. She had also never heard of the “Left Behind” series

Now if the Izzie had been her usual evil self would have enquired how she could reconcile her career plans with the Biblical injunctions for women to remain silent and not to speak in church. We thinks it was Paul and the Corinthians or Romans but not quite sure.

It’s not that it was “Be nice to egotistical Christians” Day but rather that the old spark was gone. Could not even recall the name of the writer of the “Left Behind” series. Hayley L something or Larouche comes to mind. But no point in playing Devil’s Advocate when the old grey cells are just totally dead and the twinkle is not there.

Did not mention recently reading the very entertaining “Dummies guide to writing Christian Fiction” or November’s adventures in Nanoland or anything to do with writing of any kind at all. But did listen with amusement as this crazy lady dreamed about how she was going to become famous. “One day you can tell people that you sat next to me at Annalakshmi when I was a poor student but they won’t believe you” she says with a perfectly straight face

It’s times like those when you need a deck of Thoth tarot cards to scare wits out of such a freak. If she only had any idea of just what an evil beast she was conversing with today. A Potter lover who writes stories using the Devil’s deck as inspiration.

But the woman had no charisma at all. Some folks have a presence that draws people in and even if they read the stock market report they do it in a manner that makes it totally riveting. This creature was just a boring old fart full of her self importance and a few tricks learned from “How to win friends and influence people”

But the scariest of all, the woman has got a six year old son. Poor kid will have to sneak his Potter books into the house in the dead of night or slip them inside his Bible. It is not like the Izzie to sympathize with wee squealing beasties but what a sad start to life having such an egotistical and opinionated mother.

Never did ask for her name or contact details as it would be expected to offer the same in return. She came across as the sort of person who would cling to anyone who offered her the itsiest bit of attention. But can always google her particular Bible college near one of the train stations on the northern line.
Not sure if we should be scared off from visiting Annalakshmi ever again or next time be better prepared for a bit of fishing. Might bring some tasty tarot worms next time if the inner serpent wants a bit of amusement.
izmeina: a spooky blue Cthulhu brandishing wicked weapons (pen and paintbrush) (Cthulhu)
Izzie’s been suffering withdrawal symptoms for the vegie delights of Annalakshmi. The boss of Juicy Beetroot tried to tempt the serpent saying that our favorite potato dish would be on the menu today. But the Illuminite festival was on this evening at the cultural centre so some delicious and fattening layered potatoes with tumeric would in itself not alter the Izzie plans

Annalakshmi’s offerings did turn out to be a bit disappointing. Only one variety of dhal instead of the usual two and it had kidney beans instead of lentils or chickpeas. But it turned out to be worth the visit in the end but not for the reasons expected

Decided to sit outside on the balcony overlooking the river as it would be less stuffy than inside and watching the jellyfish slinking about in the river might prove to be relaxing and distracting. Yesss. The dementors paid an unexpected visit since Tuesday and the serpent was desperately trying to distract these infernal beasties

We thinks to have finally worked out the reason for their attraction to this usually uninteresting serpent but that is another much longer and locked post best left for another day. And it is all to do with goblins, the day job and deja vu

So there was this strange skinny and freaky looking lady on the next table. A bit rich for the serpent to talks about freaks but it takes one to know one. A clingy leech was the vibe that Izzie was picking up

It turned out that she would try to strike up a conversation with every passer by but it took some time for the not so observant serpent to notice this

She asked the Izzie if we had ever been here before. She had been introduced by a friend a month ago and had been coming a couple a times a week since. She would like to come every day but being a student could not afford it. She had never tried Indian food before but quite liked it and kept coming back for more. She was expecting it to be very hot and spicy but was pleasantly surprised at how mild it was.

Izzie said that before they moved to their present location they had been on the Esplanade on the second floor of some old building. In those days there was no buffet but a la carte only and most of the stuff was seriously spicy and would blow your head off. They probably toned it down for the wimpy westerners

Added that the food was not typical of what you would find in an Indian restaurant and seemed more like home cooking kind of stuff. Also found it kind of sweet that this restaurant funded by an Indian cultural organisation was one of the few places in the city that had a nativity scene for Christmas time along with Ganesha and other assorted Hindu deities. You won’t see any such thing in the mainstream department stores. They do Santa, snow and reindeer in the middle of summer but not the baby Jesus thing

As a student she loved the whole ‘pay what you can afford’ thing. She could now only manage $10 but when she would be rich and famous she would still come here and pay hundreds of dollars to make up for the old days. She said she was a student at a Christian college. But now it was the 8 week break so she had no studies to do. Instead she was concentrating on writing her autobiography which she wants to get published. She was on the lookout for some one who can do editing and publishing and that sort of thing.

Izzie suggested she should start a blog or something similar so that she could write about her life online without needing to get an agent or go through the usual publishing channels
“Oh no. I want a proper book about my life. It will be a best seller translated into many languages all around the world”

But before Izzie could add “You mean like Harry Potter” a couple came and sat at the same table at the two seats between us so the conversation sort of got interrupted and she started chatting to them instead. They turned out to be a pair of cheapskates and talked to each other that five dollars each would be a reasonable amount to pay.

They would pay seven at the Hari Krishnas for crappy tasteless food. What a bunch of scrooges. But while they were being a pair of pathetic goblins Izzie got to thinking that it is time for a bit of Christian baiting. The usual evil Izzie twinkle was not there thanks to those evil Dementors but we could not let the conversation conclude without mentioning more about the Potter boy
So the serpent innocently suggested that if she wanted to sell lots of copies of her book in many languages then she should learn from the experts. Asked if she had ever read any of the Potter books

She looked positively mortified. “Oh no. I don’t read that sort of thing. They are evil.”
So some one told you this or you came to that conclusion yourself by reading them?
“Oh. I would never go near them. I just know that they are very very bad”
The serpent replied that we have read all of them and love the books to bits. Could have added not once but seven times and also given lots of copies to friends as presents
She looked a bit shocked

Asked what she actually does read. She mentioned a bunch of Christian writers and of course her favorite - the Bible. That is what she was reading when the Izzie slinked by. Suspected as much by the thin pages and tiny print.

Then asked about the Bible College and where it was and what she hoped to do once she graduated. She was going to be a preacher and would travel around the world preaching the Word of God.
Like the American Televangelists? She had never heard of that word before but did recognize the names Jim and Tammy Bakker. She had also never heard of the “Left Behind” series

Now if the Izzie had been her usual evil self would have enquired how she could reconcile her career plans with the Biblical injunctions for women to remain silent and not to speak in church. We thinks it was Paul and the Corinthians or Romans but not quite sure.

It’s not that it was “Be nice to egotistical Christians” Day but rather that the old spark was gone. Could not even recall the name of the writer of the “Left Behind” series. Hayley L something or Larouche comes to mind. But no point in playing Devil’s Advocate when the old grey cells are just totally dead and the twinkle is not there.

Did not mention recently reading the very entertaining “Dummies guide to writing Christian Fiction” or November’s adventures in Nanoland or anything to do with writing of any kind at all. But did listen with amusement as this crazy lady dreamed about how she was going to become famous. “One day you can tell people that you sat next to me at Annalakshmi when I was a poor student but they won’t believe you” she says with a perfectly straight face

It’s times like those when you need a deck of Thoth tarot cards to scare wits out of such a freak. If she only had any idea of just what an evil beast she was conversing with today. A Potter lover who writes stories using the Devil’s deck as inspiration.

But the woman had no charisma at all. Some folks have a presence that draws people in and even if they read the stock market report they do it in a manner that makes it totally riveting. This creature was just a boring old fart full of her self importance and a few tricks learned from “How to win friends and influence people”

But the scariest of all, the woman has got a six year old son. Poor kid will have to sneak his Potter books into the house in the dead of night or slip them inside his Bible. It is not like the Izzie to sympathize with wee squealing beasties but what a sad start to life having such an egotistical and opinionated mother.

Never did ask for her name or contact details as it would be expected to offer the same in return. She came across as the sort of person who would cling to anyone who offered her the itsiest bit of attention. But can always google her particular Bible college near one of the train stations on the northern line.
Not sure if we should be scared off from visiting Annalakshmi ever again or next time be better prepared for a bit of fishing. Might bring some tasty tarot worms next time if the inner serpent wants a bit of amusement.

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