izmeina: (Default)
It’s just past the half way mark over in Nanoland.

I’ve got myself a cosy cushion of words and presently almost aimlessly meandering down the mountain to the finish line which is almost within reach.

It has been a very strange month so far. Never have I gotten to the starting blocks with so little in the way of inspiration. Like The Beast 66 himself, this serpent's planning and preparation for this year's event was non- existent - even less than for the very first year I joined when I signed up a couple of days before the start of November.

At first I figured that I could always resurrect and expand on a super heroes project done earlier this year as part of an online course

So that was the fallback position in the event that nothing more interesting turned up in the meantime.

But it was listening to a correspondent’s report from the election in the USA and the first of the three very nasty debates that the little green light went on in this serpent’s skull.

Agent Orange )
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (big brother)
It’s just past the half way mark over in Nanoland.

I’ve got myself a cosy cushion of words and presently almost aimlessly meandering down the mountain to the finish line which is almost within reach.

It has been a very strange month so far. Never have I gotten to the starting blocks with so little in the way of inspiration. Like The Beast 66 himself, this serpent's planning and preparation for this year's event was non- existent - even less than for the very first year I joined when I signed up a couple of days before the start of November.

At first I figured that I could always resurrect and expand on a super heroes project done earlier this year as part of an online course

So that was the fallback position in the event that nothing more interesting turned up in the meantime.

But it was listening to a correspondent’s report from the election in the USA and the first of the three very nasty debates that the little green light went on in this serpent’s skull.

Agent Orange )
izmeina: (Default)
A few days ago there was a fascinating story on the radio. An idea that makes so much sense and seems so blindingly obvious once some one else has thought about it.


Once we were Google

Years ago in my flobberworm days well before the World Wide Web, I had to resort to old fashioned libraries to find out stuff. Obsessed with brain training the way most folks my age were obsessed with music, beauty, sport or fitness, I used to borrow books about creativity, tricks for doing mental maths or how to develop a super power memory.
Most useful were the techniques for memorizing the calendar for any year this and last century which consisted basically of 2 sets of numbers and the rules for manipulating them and a phonetic system which made remembering those lists very easy.

But the one technique that appeared over and over again was the construction of a Memory Palace.
This involves a place or path that you are familiar with. Your house is a pretty good starting point. You pick locations such as doors, windows, tables and go from room to room in your mind always in the same order and link each place with one item from the list to be remembered. The more exaggerated and outrageous the connections are, the more easy it is to remember them.
The guest on the show has an example on her blog using this technique to remember the the Periodic Table

She then goes on to explain that this technique goes back a long way (50,000 years and still counting) and has been experimenting with it herself to see how much information she can store in her assortment of memory palaces. A lot more than she ever expected.
It is the first time that I have ever come across an explanation of Aboriginal song lines from a westerner that was not full of new age waffle. It was sensible and down to earth and definitely very deja vu.

Ancient Memories

I was particularly intrigued with how Lynne Kelly uses tarot cards. After all there is no need to stick to houses, rooms and roads to make memory maps. They can be portable too and decks of cards are perfect for this purpose since they have an inbuilt structure. There are so many symbols lurking on a single tarot card that it is likely that this is precisely one of the functions they were used for in the way that stained glass in churches illustrated the Bible stories before the days of mass literacy.

Of course in these days of Google and other distractions, it is that much harder to devote time to the dark art of memory making.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
A few days ago there was a fascinating story on the radio. An idea that makes so much sense and seems so blindingly obvious once some one else has thought about it.


Once we were Google

Years ago in my flobberworm days well before the World Wide Web, I had to resort to old fashioned libraries to find out stuff. Obsessed with brain training the way most folks my age were obsessed with music, beauty, sport or fitness, I used to borrow books about creativity, tricks for doing mental maths or how to develop a super power memory.
Most useful were the techniques for memorizing the calendar for any year this and last century which consisted basically of 2 sets of numbers and the rules for manipulating them and a phonetic system which made remembering those lists very easy.

But the one technique that appeared over and over again was the construction of a Memory Palace.
This involves a place or path that you are familiar with. Your house is a pretty good starting point. You pick locations such as doors, windows, tables and go from room to room in your mind always in the same order and link each place with one item from the list to be remembered. The more exaggerated and outrageous the connections are, the more easy it is to remember them.
The guest on the show has an example on her blog using this technique to remember the the Periodic Table

She then goes on to explain that this technique goes back a long way (50,000 years and still counting) and has been experimenting with it herself to see how much information she can store in her assortment of memory palaces. A lot more than she ever expected.
It is the first time that I have ever come across an explanation of Aboriginal song lines from a westerner that was not full of new age waffle. It was sensible and down to earth and definitely very deja vu.

Ancient Memories

I was particularly intrigued with how Lynne Kelly uses tarot cards. After all there is no need to stick to houses, rooms and roads to make memory maps. They can be portable too and decks of cards are perfect for this purpose since they have an inbuilt structure. There are so many symbols lurking on a single tarot card that it is likely that this is precisely one of the functions they were used for in the way that stained glass in churches illustrated the Bible stories before the days of mass literacy.

Of course in these days of Google and other distractions, it is that much harder to devote time to the dark art of memory making.
izmeina: (Default)
So another November in Nanoland is over and it's time for the ritual post mortem

There are two things I have learned and one that I have confirmed

A Plodding Python )
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (spooky)
So another November in Nanoland is over and it's time for the ritual post mortem

There are two things I have learned and one that I have confirmed

A Plodding Python )
izmeina: (Default)
The serpent is lurking a lot less lately due to the distraction of the annual ritual that is National - these days more like International Novel Writing Month.

It’s not like I am ever actually going to DO anything with the 50,000 plus words. Didn’t last year or the year before or the one before that etc etc so it seems most unlikely that things will be different this time. But in the end it doesn’t really matter.

A big fat stash of words )
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (spooky)
The serpent is lurking a lot less lately due to the distraction of the annual ritual that is National - these days more like International Novel Writing Month.

It’s not like I am ever actually going to DO anything with the 50,000 plus words. Didn’t last year or the year before or the one before that etc etc so it seems most unlikely that things will be different this time. But in the end it doesn’t really matter.

A big fat stash of words )
izmeina: (Default)
Camp Nano is a strange masochistic ritual. Taking time away from slinking around in Cyberia in order to dedicate sixty minutes or so to every day to squiggling and knowing damned well that all of it will end up gathering dust on some hard drive.

For while the serpent is disciplined when it comes to the word count, the stuff that comes after is just one enormous festival of procrastination. It’s been nearly five years now since first setting foot in the crazy place that is Nanoland.

A Word Salad )
izmeina: Roz with clipboard from Monsters Inc (monsters inc)
Camp Nano is a strange masochistic ritual. Taking time away from slinking around in Cyberia in order to dedicate sixty minutes or so to every day to squiggling and knowing damned well that all of it will end up gathering dust on some hard drive.

For while the serpent is disciplined when it comes to the word count, the stuff that comes after is just one enormous festival of procrastination. It’s been nearly five years now since first setting foot in the crazy place that is Nanoland.

A Word Salad )
izmeina: (Default)
November draws ever nearer and soon it will be time to unleash the inner squiggler. There’s no excuse for lack of inspiration this time. Having spent April writing more than 50,000 words of brain storming and July plotting and planning and creating a rudimentary Snowflake outline, November should simply be a matter of getting those fingers clicking to finally come up with a first draft that does not end up on some hard drive gathering dust.

The annual ritual of recruiting nano noobies has started. This year the area organizer has got a whole bunch of libraries on board so there’ll be no shortage of spots for write ins
Turned up to one such event on Tuesday evening and met a few old timers and a lot of new faces. They even had showbags which was a very clever way to encourage those attending to fill in and return the surveys. There were book marks and quite a few leaflets about the library along with a nice notepad. But best of all was a spiral notebook with a pen so there’s no excuse for not writing down inspiration whenever it may arrive.

Last year’s Deck of Doom is providing the main inspiration for this year’s scribbling. The Zombie Tarot is not the frivolous fad that it appears to be on first glance. I shuffled the deck to supply some random plot points and the last card turned out to be Death. How inappropriate. For in any self respecting zombie tale death is most definitely not the end at all. It’s just the beginning

A state and federal election added more ingredients to the brew, along with the latest and most unwelcome addition to the cityscape. Where a gorgeous old grassy patch of land surrounded by twisted and gnarled Moreton Bay Fig trees used to be is now the site of an enormous hole in the ground. It will end up being just a giant cash gobbling mosquito infested swamp. It’s just the perfect place to start a zombie apocalypse while getting written revenge on the wankers who go trashing serpent sacred sites in order to build grandiose monuments to their egos.

The present state government is all circus and no bread. In fact they are destroying the city and everything they can get their paws on, putting up taxes, water and power and trashing the state credit rating in order to fund a bunch of useless monstrous carbuncles.

After the recent very short lived “Purple Reign” of one of the local football teams, it could be very tempting to let the zombies loose at a grand final played in the bright shiny brand new (but not yet built) sports stadium which is yet another one of the government’s grand projects.
The only thing they are not building is a nuclear power station but creative license can solve that particular inconvenient fact.

The only ingredient missing from this particular dystopian tale is some all powerful all seeing spy agency. But November changes everything
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (scary squid)
November draws ever nearer and soon it will be time to unleash the inner squiggler. There’s no excuse for lack of inspiration this time. Having spent April writing more than 50,000 words of brain storming and July plotting and planning and creating a rudimentary Snowflake outline, November should simply be a matter of getting those fingers clicking to finally come up with a first draft that does not end up on some hard drive gathering dust.

The annual ritual of recruiting nano noobies has started. This year the area organizer has got a whole bunch of libraries on board so there’ll be no shortage of spots for write ins
Turned up to one such event on Tuesday evening and met a few old timers and a lot of new faces. They even had showbags which was a very clever way to encourage those attending to fill in and return the surveys. There were book marks and quite a few leaflets about the library along with a nice notepad. But best of all was a spiral notebook with a pen so there’s no excuse for not writing down inspiration whenever it may arrive.

Last year’s Deck of Doom is providing the main inspiration for this year’s scribbling. The Zombie Tarot is not the frivolous fad that it appears to be on first glance. I shuffled the deck to supply some random plot points and the last card turned out to be Death. How inappropriate. For in any self respecting zombie tale death is most definitely not the end at all. It’s just the beginning

A state and federal election added more ingredients to the brew, along with the latest and most unwelcome addition to the cityscape. Where a gorgeous old grassy patch of land surrounded by twisted and gnarled Moreton Bay Fig trees used to be is now the site of an enormous hole in the ground. It will end up being just a giant cash gobbling mosquito infested swamp. It’s just the perfect place to start a zombie apocalypse while getting written revenge on the wankers who go trashing serpent sacred sites in order to build grandiose monuments to their egos.

The present state government is all circus and no bread. In fact they are destroying the city and everything they can get their paws on, putting up taxes, water and power and trashing the state credit rating in order to fund a bunch of useless monstrous carbuncles.

After the recent very short lived “Purple Reign” of one of the local football teams, it could be very tempting to let the zombies loose at a grand final played in the bright shiny brand new (but not yet built) sports stadium which is yet another one of the government’s grand projects.
The only thing they are not building is a nuclear power station but creative license can solve that particular inconvenient fact.

The only ingredient missing from this particular dystopian tale is some all powerful all seeing spy agency. But November changes everything
izmeina: (Default)
Well the serpent has finally slinked out of Camp Nano and avoided being a feast for hordes of feral zombies. But there’s no time for the crash at the end of the finishing line. There’s a tax mid term exam due in tomorrow. The nice goblins let us do this one as an open book exam at home. Did the worst of it last Monday and Tuesday and spent the last two evenings just writing it out all nice and legible and making pdf files for the teacher to pick up and snatch in class.
I so so hate windoze. Took ages working out where the hell the main documents folder is kept. Guess that having the Big Mac has gotten this serpent all spoiled and lazy.

And being such a glutton for punishment, got a Coursera maths exam due in by Sunday evening. Will either have to find some way of uploading hand written files, do a crash course in math text mark up software or use one of those hunt and peck online keyboards. It too is one of the user friendly exams where you do not have to complete it all in one sitting. It came out yesterday so we have just under one week
Could of course always chicken out but have decided that it is better to try and fail miserably than not to bother at all and die wondering. Apparently many of the folks who did do the exam last time said that doing peer assessments of the final exams was where the penny finally dropped and they had their light bulb moments

It is actually quite amusing just how much you can get done by slowly plodding along. There’s something about a deadline that seems to unleash magical powers if you dare to take it seriously.

Irrational Exuberance )
izmeina: (Default)
Well the serpent has finally slinked out of Camp Nano and avoided being a feast for hordes of feral zombies. But there’s no time for the crash at the end of the finishing line. There’s a tax mid term exam due in tomorrow. The nice goblins let us do this one as an open book exam at home. Did the worst of it last Monday and Tuesday and spent the last two evenings just writing it out all nice and legible and making pdf files for the teacher to pick up and snatch in class.
I so so hate windoze. Took ages working out where the hell the main documents folder is kept. Guess that having the Big Mac has gotten this serpent all spoiled and lazy.

And being such a glutton for punishment, got a Coursera maths exam due in by Sunday evening. Will either have to find some way of uploading hand written files, do a crash course in math text mark up software or use one of those hunt and peck online keyboards. It too is one of the user friendly exams where you do not have to complete it all in one sitting. It came out yesterday so we have just under one week
Could of course always chicken out but have decided that it is better to try and fail miserably than not to bother at all and die wondering. Apparently many of the folks who did do the exam last time said that doing peer assessments of the final exams was where the penny finally dropped and they had their light bulb moments

It is actually quite amusing just how much you can get done by slowly plodding along. There’s something about a deadline that seems to unleash magical powers if you dare to take it seriously.

Irrational Exuberance )
izmeina: (Default)
Today was party time in Izzieland. We saw the welcome return to civilized weather. Sunny but crisp and crunchy and a respectable maximum temperature of 27 celsius forecast and delivered
All the weeds are looking happy, lush and green. It was such a relief not needing to water them after last night’s rain
It was time for celebration. Got all snaked up and wore a most special emerald green hat for a visit to the old lurking grounds of a certain old lunatic asylum in Fremantle. It would be a day spent ruminating, plotting, planning and doing a whole pile of squiggly stuff that should have been done yesterday.

The rituals would begin with a detour to Buratti art gallery which presently has an exhibition of Aleister Crowley paintings and other esoteric art work.
Visited this place for the solstice only to find that it was closed over Christmas and would not reopen until Wednesday 2nd January 2013. So instead of gawking at assorted beastly art works had to make do with second best - a certain deck of cards.
But the lure of Wednesday 2nd being the very first opening day of the new year, I figured it was just too auspicious to resist. After all this is a day that has been devoted to matters concerning the invisible worlds for the last eleven years and that would be just the perfect entree before the main course in the Garden of Insane Delights

The map is not the territory )
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (The Fool)
Today was party time in Izzieland. We saw the welcome return to civilized weather. Sunny but crisp and crunchy and a respectable maximum temperature of 27 celsius forecast and delivered
All the weeds are looking happy, lush and green. It was such a relief not needing to water them after last night’s rain
It was time for celebration. Got all snaked up and wore a most special emerald green hat for a visit to the old lurking grounds of a certain old lunatic asylum in Fremantle. It would be a day spent ruminating, plotting, planning and doing a whole pile of squiggly stuff that should have been done yesterday.

The rituals would begin with a detour to Buratti art gallery which presently has an exhibition of Aleister Crowley paintings and other esoteric art work.
Visited this place for the solstice only to find that it was closed over Christmas and would not reopen until Wednesday 2nd January 2013. So instead of gawking at assorted beastly art works had to make do with second best - a certain deck of cards.
But the lure of Wednesday 2nd being the very first opening day of the new year, I figured it was just too auspicious to resist. After all this is a day that has been devoted to matters concerning the invisible worlds for the last eleven years and that would be just the perfect entree before the main course in the Garden of Insane Delights

The map is not the territory )
izmeina: (Don't panic)
It looks like there's less then 20 hours left for the world to end. By then we will all be taking bets on the next likely date for the Zombie Apocalypse, the Rapture or the End of Days. The Rapture would be fun because we'd get rid of all those Holy Rollers and happy clappers.

Been absent of late. In spite of this serpents' allergy to children last week's school shooting was seriously disturbing and spooky especially so near Christmas. But almost as scary and downright terrifying is some of what passes for discussion in the live journal community Politicartoons

The devotion of some Americans to their guns is downright disturbing. Logic goes out the window when the reptilian brain gets fired up. After all, a Smith and Wesson always beats four aces. And these buggers think that a pistol is still insufficient. For what legitimate purpose could one possibly need a weapon that fires dozens of shots without needing to reload? People are seriously suggesting this would not have happened if the kids and teachers had guns too! Like possessing these things automatically makes you a good shot and a reasonable person who would never ever use them but for the noblest of purposes.
Guessing it would be near impossible to put huge taxes on bullets as there'd be a thriving black market in the infernal things

Spent the last few years getting over a workplace where trust and cooperation had been totally destroyed. A culture of arse covering, box ticking and fear without weapons is toxic enough without putting the whole thing on steroids.

Got to thinking that the end of days would look most attractive indeed if the alternative was to live in a society so lacking in trust that teachers would ever had to bring guns to class and where the top dogs treat everyone else as lamp posts.


In the meantime, Izzie has started negotiations with the inner serpent in an attempt to tame the other beasts that are rampaging around in the basement of her brain. Maybe they are secret agents of the toad and her goblin masters or just a bunch of dementors not allergic to chocolate.
Whatever they are, they've been making the last few months a veritable misery and it's time for them to be evicted

Now that it looks like the world will not be ending after all, it's no longer possible to outsource this job

Sunset )

In spite of an incredibly mild and mostly gorgeous December, the weather bureau is predicting a most pickly 40 celsius for Christmas Day itself. That will be seriously sucky. It will be like 2007 all over again. And still the silly twits in the shops insist on their reindeer and snowflakes and there'll be countless sad South Brits slaving over turkey, pumpkin and roast potatoes and big slobbering serves of plum pudding

It's enough to turn a serpent into a pagan.
izmeina: (Don't panic)
It looks like there's less then 20 hours left for the world to end. By then we will all be taking bets on the next likely date for the Zombie Apocalypse, the Rapture or the End of Days. The Rapture would be fun because we'd get rid of all those Holy Rollers and happy clappers.

Been absent of late. In spite of this serpents' allergy to children last week's school shooting was seriously disturbing and spooky especially so near Christmas. But almost as scary and downright terrifying is some of what passes for discussion in the live journal community Politicartoons

The devotion of some Americans to their guns is downright disturbing. Logic goes out the window when the reptilian brain gets fired up. After all, a Smith and Wesson always beats four aces. And these buggers think that a pistol is still insufficient. For what legitimate purpose could one possibly need a weapon that fires dozens of shots without needing to reload? People are seriously suggesting this would not have happened if the kids and teachers had guns too! Like possessing these things automatically makes you a good shot and a reasonable person who would never ever use them but for the noblest of purposes.
Guessing it would be near impossible to put huge taxes on bullets as there'd be a thriving black market in the infernal things

Spent the last few years getting over a workplace where trust and cooperation had been totally destroyed. A culture of arse covering, box ticking and fear without weapons is toxic enough without putting the whole thing on steroids.

Got to thinking that the end of days would look most attractive indeed if the alternative was to live in a society so lacking in trust that teachers would ever had to bring guns to class and where the top dogs treat everyone else as lamp posts.


In the meantime, Izzie has started negotiations with the inner serpent in an attempt to tame the other beasts that are rampaging around in the basement of her brain. Maybe they are secret agents of the toad and her goblin masters or just a bunch of dementors not allergic to chocolate.
Whatever they are, they've been making the last few months a veritable misery and it's time for them to be evicted

Now that it looks like the world will not be ending after all, it's no longer possible to outsource this job

Sunset )

In spite of an incredibly mild and mostly gorgeous December, the weather bureau is predicting a most pickly 40 celsius for Christmas Day itself. That will be seriously sucky. It will be like 2007 all over again. And still the silly twits in the shops insist on their reindeer and snowflakes and there'll be countless sad South Brits slaving over turkey, pumpkin and roast potatoes and big slobbering serves of plum pudding

It's enough to turn a serpent into a pagan.
izmeina: (Default)
It is most silly of this serpent to be indulging in nostalgia especially when this very day in 2001 which marked the descent into three weeks of complete misery with a dozen Dementors for company

Today was a veritable picnic in comparison but still jinxed and miserable. At times it seemed the clouds of doom and gloom would depart but such illusions were soon shattered

Had decided to commemorate the occasion by paying a visit to the old lunatic asylum along with the very cute carriage cafe which celebrates its 100th birthday some time this December.

Neither of those things were on the agenda for Wednesday 12th December 2001 which was so disgustingly hot and muggy that even the anniversary celebrations of Marconi’s radio at Wireless Hill could not tempt this miserable muggle out of the house

The point of the visit to the asylum and the cafe was for a feast of squiggling. Not just a bunch of Christmas cards which should really have been all posted by now. It was supposed to be a ritual for banishing the beastly Dementors. It’s worked wonderfully before and maybe it would again.
But once again the misery magnet was working overtime. Around 2pm while sitting on the deck at the carriage cafe it started raining down in buckets. Had picked a spot with an umbrella but using a fountain pen with emerald ink was tempting fate

This also meant abandoning plans to go to the lunatic asylum from 3 to 5pm since the most inspiring places to squiggle are all outside under the shade of the plane trees. So pottered off to the wonderful New Edition book store instead with its cafe and lots of old fashioned tables and proper wooden cafe chairs and trying to avoid getting soaked in the process
It did help having narrowed down the present problems to one central issue. That dark grimoire four of pentacles with the creepy corpse sitting in a chair clutching a book to his chest with his cold dead hands summed up the problem most magnificently

Many moons ago had made numerous attempts to solve the problem of being very easily upset over the silliest smallest things. Would go completely murderous in the old skull but managed to avoid outward displays of such rage except in safe environments such as at home alone. But one day the old luck might run out and all hell would break loose with some possibly nasty consequences
Absolutely nothing worked at all and every attempt to destroy or dampen this rather short fuse just ended in failure. Until one day it happened with absolutely no effort whatsoever

But nature abhors a vacuum and the inner beasts soon found new ways to channel their evil intent. What used to be the odd spare tyre has turned into the Michelin warehouse, what used to be the well stocked pantry is now full of stuff long past its use by date, there’s a veritable menagerie of cute and cuddly creatures lingering around the lair and as for books. We thinks it was Kaasirpent who found the wonderful quote that books breed like rabbits but book shelves breed like elephants (Izzie would have suggested unicorns)

Hubble bubble, toil and trouble )
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (Haunted house)
It is most silly of this serpent to be indulging in nostalgia especially when this very day in 2001 which marked the descent into three weeks of complete misery with a dozen Dementors for company

Today was a veritable picnic in comparison but still jinxed and miserable. At times it seemed the clouds of doom and gloom would depart but such illusions were soon shattered

Had decided to commemorate the occasion by paying a visit to the old lunatic asylum along with the very cute carriage cafe which celebrates its 100th birthday some time this December.

Neither of those things were on the agenda for Wednesday 12th December 2001 which was so disgustingly hot and muggy that even the anniversary celebrations of Marconi’s radio at Wireless Hill could not tempt this miserable muggle out of the house

The point of the visit to the asylum and the cafe was for a feast of squiggling. Not just a bunch of Christmas cards which should really have been all posted by now. It was supposed to be a ritual for banishing the beastly Dementors. It’s worked wonderfully before and maybe it would again.
But once again the misery magnet was working overtime. Around 2pm while sitting on the deck at the carriage cafe it started raining down in buckets. Had picked a spot with an umbrella but using a fountain pen with emerald ink was tempting fate

This also meant abandoning plans to go to the lunatic asylum from 3 to 5pm since the most inspiring places to squiggle are all outside under the shade of the plane trees. So pottered off to the wonderful New Edition book store instead with its cafe and lots of old fashioned tables and proper wooden cafe chairs and trying to avoid getting soaked in the process
It did help having narrowed down the present problems to one central issue. That dark grimoire four of pentacles with the creepy corpse sitting in a chair clutching a book to his chest with his cold dead hands summed up the problem most magnificently

Many moons ago had made numerous attempts to solve the problem of being very easily upset over the silliest smallest things. Would go completely murderous in the old skull but managed to avoid outward displays of such rage except in safe environments such as at home alone. But one day the old luck might run out and all hell would break loose with some possibly nasty consequences
Absolutely nothing worked at all and every attempt to destroy or dampen this rather short fuse just ended in failure. Until one day it happened with absolutely no effort whatsoever

But nature abhors a vacuum and the inner beasts soon found new ways to channel their evil intent. What used to be the odd spare tyre has turned into the Michelin warehouse, what used to be the well stocked pantry is now full of stuff long past its use by date, there’s a veritable menagerie of cute and cuddly creatures lingering around the lair and as for books. We thinks it was Kaasirpent who found the wonderful quote that books breed like rabbits but book shelves breed like elephants (Izzie would have suggested unicorns)

Hubble bubble, toil and trouble )

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