Brainsssss

Apr. 20th, 2016 10:01 pm
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Izzie didn't get invited to the birthday party of the century so instead it was an opportunity to catch up on some tasty Radio National morsels


Brainsssss!

It turns out that the writer of the very freaky tale "The Girl with all the Gifts" had already been out there gathering lots of creepy cordyceps fungi and producing all sorts of amazing mutations worthy of Monsanto.

But all is not lost. There's still kitty litter to play with.

But lest you think that humans are safe from these kinds of brain hijacking, there is emerging evidence to suggest that some humans can have their brains hijacked by a little monocellular organism known as Toxoplasma gondii. This is a little single-celled organism that often exists in cat poop. So this is actually the parasite that doctors warn pregnant women about. So this is why when you are pregnant you are not supposed to change the litter box.

Things have been going sluggish over in Camp Nanoland until yesterday. Using a Steampunk tarot deck as inspiration was just not getting off the ground. It was then that silly Izzie finally remembered a wickedly wonderful selection of very twisted writing prompts which have worked like magic.

I guess it's time to add Consciousness Deficit Hypoactivity Disorder and kitty litter to the list.

Brainsssss

Apr. 20th, 2016 10:01 pm
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (shadow)
Izzie didn't get invited to the birthday party of the century so instead it was an opportunity to catch up on some tasty Radio National morsels


Brainsssss!

It turns out that the writer of the very freaky tale "The Girl with all the Gifts" had already been out there gathering lots of creepy cordyceps fungi and producing all sorts of amazing mutations worthy of Monsanto.

But all is not lost. There's still kitty litter to play with.

But lest you think that humans are safe from these kinds of brain hijacking, there is emerging evidence to suggest that some humans can have their brains hijacked by a little monocellular organism known as Toxoplasma gondii. This is a little single-celled organism that often exists in cat poop. So this is actually the parasite that doctors warn pregnant women about. So this is why when you are pregnant you are not supposed to change the litter box.

Things have been going sluggish over in Camp Nanoland until yesterday. Using a Steampunk tarot deck as inspiration was just not getting off the ground. It was then that silly Izzie finally remembered a wickedly wonderful selection of very twisted writing prompts which have worked like magic.

I guess it's time to add Consciousness Deficit Hypoactivity Disorder and kitty litter to the list.
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It's been a busy week in Izzieland. The freaky fringe festival is just about everywhere and I've been pigging out on plenty of shows in spite of the weather from hell.

But the big event of the month if not the whole year has been the long awaited official opening of Betty's Billabong with a price tag of a mere $440 million.

This rather grand project is of interest to a certain serpent for several reasons. Firstly a good dozen Cthulhu trees (also known as Moreton Bay fig trees) were cut down to make way for the monstrous carbuncles and secondly I am ever so curious to see if the visions I had of this grand plan even remotely resemble the reality.
For way back in 2013 when the grand project was just a giant hole in the ground, it was the source of inspiration for a Nanowrimo novel. Cthulhu trees do not take kindly to being so disrespected and so I had decided to imagine the finished project as a giant mosquito infested swamp and its infected stagnant stinking waters to be the source of a Zombie Apocalypse. It was so much fun and most likely the only nano ramblings that are worth resurrecting and wrangling into some form of coherent story.


They have not yet built the Ritz Carlton nor the Hilbert Hotel and an assortment of no longer so giant mining companies are chickening out from building their bright shiny new office towers there.

I was pleasantly surprised at how pretty it is but this is due in no small part to the invasion of the freaky Fringe folks with an assortment of fairground rides and one of their four gorgeous Spiegeltents. If not for the fringe folk, Friday's opening party would have gone off with a whimper not a bang.

Saturday rained most of the day and the whole place was pretty much deserted. It was a far cry from Friday night when the whole city was in gridlock due to all the nosy folks come down to take a peek at the $440 million playground.
The sun did make a guest appearance around 5pm and slowly the trickle of visitors turned into quite a crowd.

It's a good spot for watching sunsets and maybe even a moonrise or two for the full moon. Only time will tell. But the one big thing in its favour as a destination is being located right next to the city's central bus station. It will be a pleasant change to go to shows or events without the constant clock watching and worrying about catching the bus back to the Lair.

Here's guessing that there will be some Monster Chinese New Year parties there on the weekend.

But it's the infinite zombie hordes at the yet to be constructed Hilbert Hotel that Izzie is most looking forward to.
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (The Fool)
It's been a busy week in Izzieland. The freaky fringe festival is just about everywhere and I've been pigging out on plenty of shows in spite of the weather from hell.

But the big event of the month if not the whole year has been the long awaited official opening of Betty's Billabong with a price tag of a mere $440 million.

This rather grand project is of interest to a certain serpent for several reasons. Firstly a good dozen Cthulhu trees (also known as Moreton Bay fig trees) were cut down to make way for the monstrous carbuncles and secondly I am ever so curious to see if the visions I had of this grand plan even remotely resemble the reality.
For way back in 2013 when the grand project was just a giant hole in the ground, it was the source of inspiration for a Nanowrimo novel. Cthulhu trees do not take kindly to being so disrespected and so I had decided to imagine the finished project as a giant mosquito infested swamp and its infected stagnant stinking waters to be the source of a Zombie Apocalypse. It was so much fun and most likely the only nano ramblings that are worth resurrecting and wrangling into some form of coherent story.


They have not yet built the Ritz Carlton nor the Hilbert Hotel and an assortment of no longer so giant mining companies are chickening out from building their bright shiny new office towers there.

I was pleasantly surprised at how pretty it is but this is due in no small part to the invasion of the freaky Fringe folks with an assortment of fairground rides and one of their four gorgeous Spiegeltents. If not for the fringe folk, Friday's opening party would have gone off with a whimper not a bang.

Saturday rained most of the day and the whole place was pretty much deserted. It was a far cry from Friday night when the whole city was in gridlock due to all the nosy folks come down to take a peek at the $440 million playground.
The sun did make a guest appearance around 5pm and slowly the trickle of visitors turned into quite a crowd.

It's a good spot for watching sunsets and maybe even a moonrise or two for the full moon. Only time will tell. But the one big thing in its favour as a destination is being located right next to the city's central bus station. It will be a pleasant change to go to shows or events without the constant clock watching and worrying about catching the bus back to the Lair.

Here's guessing that there will be some Monster Chinese New Year parties there on the weekend.

But it's the infinite zombie hordes at the yet to be constructed Hilbert Hotel that Izzie is most looking forward to.
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So in this bit of Oz there's less than two hours left of November. Could be spending some of that time tossing some extra words on the Nano novel pile but decided to just slink about in Cyberia instead

The theory was that doing some proper plotting, planning and outlining during July would pay off in November but not so much that there would be no story left to tell

November would be about joining all the dots and making sense out of all the little bits of the big jigsaw puzzle. Weaving a seamless story from the stash of existing snippets, filling in the plot holes and tidying up the knots and other loose ends

That was the map but the territory turned out to be totally different

The Missing Muse )
izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (scary squid)
So in this bit of Oz there's less than two hours left of November. Could be spending some of that time tossing some extra words on the Nano novel pile but decided to just slink about in Cyberia instead

The theory was that doing some proper plotting, planning and outlining during July would pay off in November but not so much that there would be no story left to tell

November would be about joining all the dots and making sense out of all the little bits of the big jigsaw puzzle. Weaving a seamless story from the stash of existing snippets, filling in the plot holes and tidying up the knots and other loose ends

That was the map but the territory turned out to be totally different

The Missing Muse )
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Izzie's plodding along in Nanoland. This was the story where the words and ideas were supposed to be arriving so fast that the old keyboard could not keep up.
This was supposed to be the one where the days of gathering dust would be over. It would not only make it to first draft (- or maybe make that Zero draft - it is nanowrimo after all.) but would actually get edited and polished and turned into something readable. It would not be confined to the graveyard of unfinished strange serpent tales like the efforts of the last four years.

But once again the map has ever so little to do with the territory. The magic is not happening. There is of course the possibility that this has been largely due to other distractions. Been able to keep up with the scheduled word count but not yet gotten to the zone where it's fun and effortless and there's no longer any sense of time.

The first 3 days of November normally reserved for writing time got devoted to an online maths exam and the last week watching videos and grading each others work. It was interesting and educational but far more time consuming than expected. There were even new toys to play with like the fluffy little wuzzits locked in their dreary steampunk dungeons.

Got them just in time for Halloween. The city was also doing tons of spooky stuff like a special Day of the Dead shrine, hot rods and hearses, shop windows with spooky bats and skulls and even a zombie walk. But that was on one Saturday evening 9pm. A bit too late to be lurking in the city after a long hot day
Must go peek to see if it is on Youtube

Would not want to be going near those serious games like World of Warcraft if these little critters are so addictive. Even boring old Coursera and nano discussion forums are addictive for an easily pleased creature like the Izzie.



Then there's also tasty tempting morsels in the form of old fashioned dead tree books. Presently reading "The Bone Season" thanks to the local library but it is very unlikely there will be any chance of renewing it. Creepy spooky stuff. But that is a tale for another time and place.


Not even posted about the new day job. It doesn't pay but between the two of them it keeps the Izzie out of mischief. And one of jobs has got zombies! Do story research while you work.

There's no money between either of them but they are useful for providing a sense of structure and purpose. That's not to mention an amazing source of raw material for zombie novels

Also the best way to find a job is to have a job and this way I don't feel so bad about getting paid dole money while doing nothing in return.

The sizzling weather has arrived and everything in the Lair is beginning to wither except the peanuts planted two weeks ago which are sprouting and looking quite well in this weather

Normally the November muse pays a visit some time around the second Friday of the month. She is well and truly overdue by now. Might have to resort to more devious means of summoning if she has not appeared by tomorrow.

Meanwhile it's off to hit the sack. The days of sleeping in seven days a week are well and truly over
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (Haunted house)
Izzie's plodding along in Nanoland. This was the story where the words and ideas were supposed to be arriving so fast that the old keyboard could not keep up.
This was supposed to be the one where the days of gathering dust would be over. It would not only make it to first draft (- or maybe make that Zero draft - it is nanowrimo after all.) but would actually get edited and polished and turned into something readable. It would not be confined to the graveyard of unfinished strange serpent tales like the efforts of the last four years.

But once again the map has ever so little to do with the territory. The magic is not happening. There is of course the possibility that this has been largely due to other distractions. Been able to keep up with the scheduled word count but not yet gotten to the zone where it's fun and effortless and there's no longer any sense of time.

The first 3 days of November normally reserved for writing time got devoted to an online maths exam and the last week watching videos and grading each others work. It was interesting and educational but far more time consuming than expected. There were even new toys to play with like the fluffy little wuzzits locked in their dreary steampunk dungeons.

Got them just in time for Halloween. The city was also doing tons of spooky stuff like a special Day of the Dead shrine, hot rods and hearses, shop windows with spooky bats and skulls and even a zombie walk. But that was on one Saturday evening 9pm. A bit too late to be lurking in the city after a long hot day
Must go peek to see if it is on Youtube

Would not want to be going near those serious games like World of Warcraft if these little critters are so addictive. Even boring old Coursera and nano discussion forums are addictive for an easily pleased creature like the Izzie.



Then there's also tasty tempting morsels in the form of old fashioned dead tree books. Presently reading "The Bone Season" thanks to the local library but it is very unlikely there will be any chance of renewing it. Creepy spooky stuff. But that is a tale for another time and place.


Not even posted about the new day job. It doesn't pay but between the two of them it keeps the Izzie out of mischief. And one of jobs has got zombies! Do story research while you work.

There's no money between either of them but they are useful for providing a sense of structure and purpose. That's not to mention an amazing source of raw material for zombie novels

Also the best way to find a job is to have a job and this way I don't feel so bad about getting paid dole money while doing nothing in return.

The sizzling weather has arrived and everything in the Lair is beginning to wither except the peanuts planted two weeks ago which are sprouting and looking quite well in this weather

Normally the November muse pays a visit some time around the second Friday of the month. She is well and truly overdue by now. Might have to resort to more devious means of summoning if she has not appeared by tomorrow.

Meanwhile it's off to hit the sack. The days of sleeping in seven days a week are well and truly over
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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
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Izzie's been such a slacker on the posting front. It's not like there's a hectic schedule with a full time job and a dozen kids or something. There's simply no excuse for slacking but laziness and sheer procrastination

But there has been the little distraction of Camp Nano. Took advantage of the new rule that let you set your own word count goal.
Since the point of the exercise was to do snowflake stuff for November's Zombie novel, there was just no point in writing 50,000 words worth of character sketches, background information, scene lists and sorting out a bunch of possible speed bumps on the road to the zombie apocalypse.

After all there has to be some story still left for November.


Once again it is time to take the tricks and mind games used to reach the daily word count quota and extend them to other areas of the serpent existence. Such as the annual ritual of the tax return and more mundane matters such as house work

Not much doing on the gardening front of late except waiting a few weeks for the oranges to ripen. It's way too cold to even consider planting any of those delicious Diggers real tomato seeds

There's a lot to be said for turning all sorts of menial chores into games. It is a sneaky and fun way of getting them done
Must go snatching tips from a certain Cat who is an expert in such matters

The other topic of amusement is the pathetic antics of our "What's old is new again" Prime Minister. A previous one got himself a bunch of nicknames. One of the funniest and most apt was "Lazarus with a triple bypass" And Mr Sheen also known as Kevin 747 has also come back from the dead and is channeling Lazarus. Yes. It truly is a zombie conspiracy

They have taken to bullying the poorest neighbours to take in the couple of thousand people in leaky boats who try to get to Australia every year. Of course you cannot let everyone in who wants to come here but it is not exactly an invasion.

At least the East Timorese refused to sell their souls to Big Brother Down Under unlike Nauru and Papua New Guinea


Here's guessing that the whole boat people thing is a big red button in Australian politics because they all know deep down that this society was founded by a bunch of Brits in boats who were also uninvited by the locals. The political cartoonists are fond of pointing out the parallels. Maybe it's a guilt thing or they fear the new invaders will do to them what their ancestors did to the Aboriginal people
But whatever reason lies behind it, rational or irrational, "Stopping The Boats" is the Oz equivalent of "Law and Order"

The government have even resorted to placing full page advertisements in the newspapers warning people who try to get in without a valid visa that they will be shipped off to some mosquito infested islands far from the mainland. Like the people floating in leaky boats would actually be reading these papers. Or maybe they are looking at them on their ipads and other nifty little gadgets

The adverts are really aimed at local voters. This is Labor party election campaign propaganda trying to pass itself off as immigration policy using funds from the public purse

It is pathetic and disgusting to see both parties appealing to the meaner streaks of human nature in a race to the bottom of the barrel.

It seems that this federal election is going to be even meaner and nastier than the last one.

It's going to be such a nightmare voting this year because you cannot put every one of them last.
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (jolly swagman)
Izzie's been such a slacker on the posting front. It's not like there's a hectic schedule with a full time job and a dozen kids or something. There's simply no excuse for slacking but laziness and sheer procrastination

But there has been the little distraction of Camp Nano. Took advantage of the new rule that let you set your own word count goal.
Since the point of the exercise was to do snowflake stuff for November's Zombie novel, there was just no point in writing 50,000 words worth of character sketches, background information, scene lists and sorting out a bunch of possible speed bumps on the road to the zombie apocalypse.

After all there has to be some story still left for November.


Once again it is time to take the tricks and mind games used to reach the daily word count quota and extend them to other areas of the serpent existence. Such as the annual ritual of the tax return and more mundane matters such as house work

Not much doing on the gardening front of late except waiting a few weeks for the oranges to ripen. It's way too cold to even consider planting any of those delicious Diggers real tomato seeds

There's a lot to be said for turning all sorts of menial chores into games. It is a sneaky and fun way of getting them done
Must go snatching tips from a certain Cat who is an expert in such matters

The other topic of amusement is the pathetic antics of our "What's old is new again" Prime Minister. A previous one got himself a bunch of nicknames. One of the funniest and most apt was "Lazarus with a triple bypass" And Mr Sheen also known as Kevin 747 has also come back from the dead and is channeling Lazarus. Yes. It truly is a zombie conspiracy

They have taken to bullying the poorest neighbours to take in the couple of thousand people in leaky boats who try to get to Australia every year. Of course you cannot let everyone in who wants to come here but it is not exactly an invasion.

At least the East Timorese refused to sell their souls to Big Brother Down Under unlike Nauru and Papua New Guinea


Here's guessing that the whole boat people thing is a big red button in Australian politics because they all know deep down that this society was founded by a bunch of Brits in boats who were also uninvited by the locals. The political cartoonists are fond of pointing out the parallels. Maybe it's a guilt thing or they fear the new invaders will do to them what their ancestors did to the Aboriginal people
But whatever reason lies behind it, rational or irrational, "Stopping The Boats" is the Oz equivalent of "Law and Order"

The government have even resorted to placing full page advertisements in the newspapers warning people who try to get in without a valid visa that they will be shipped off to some mosquito infested islands far from the mainland. Like the people floating in leaky boats would actually be reading these papers. Or maybe they are looking at them on their ipads and other nifty little gadgets

The adverts are really aimed at local voters. This is Labor party election campaign propaganda trying to pass itself off as immigration policy using funds from the public purse

It is pathetic and disgusting to see both parties appealing to the meaner streaks of human nature in a race to the bottom of the barrel.

It seems that this federal election is going to be even meaner and nastier than the last one.

It's going to be such a nightmare voting this year because you cannot put every one of them last.
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What better way to spend the darkest days than indulging in a monsterfest? But there’s so little time and so many to choose.
The museum mummies were already scheduled for 6pm on Friday at the State Library.

Thursday was a gorgeous sunny day so it seemed a shame to spend the precious hours of daylight indoors just to get the cheapskate before 5pm rates. Had the inspired idea of using the free movie club members ticket to go after dark.
So it was a choice between Monsters University and World War Z. The zombies lost that round. This was not helped by looking at the trailer and thinking that it looked suspiciously like yet another silly action adventure saga. And why where they hiding the zombies when they are supposed to be the stars of the show?

Monsters University was one of those happy ending tales where the underdog wins through sheer perseverance and hard work rather than an abundance of talent. But it was fun to feast the Izzie eyes on all the adorable creatures - especially slinky and sneaky Randall. He so deserves his own series.

Friday was time to visit the museum. Did not go to see the real mummies in the presently running “Secrets of the Afterlife” exhibition. Once again the weather was simply too gorgeous to be wasted indoors.

The creature feature at 6pm was on the topic of mummies as portrayed in the movies, cartoons, television and assorted media.

The speaker introduced the topic and took the opportunity to promote her other work concerning the Marquis de Sade in the movies, 9/11 and the rise of torture porn and similar squeamish stuff

It was such a pity that she had to mutilate such fascinating material with endless rabbiting on about Marxist and feminist theory, Freudian analysis, dialectical materialism and the post modern cultural studies mob favourite buzzword of all ‘interrogating the text’

More monsters )
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (Haunted house)
What better way to spend the darkest days than indulging in a monsterfest? But there’s so little time and so many to choose.
The museum mummies were already scheduled for 6pm on Friday at the State Library.

Thursday was a gorgeous sunny day so it seemed a shame to spend the precious hours of daylight indoors just to get the cheapskate before 5pm rates. Had the inspired idea of using the free movie club members ticket to go after dark.
So it was a choice between Monsters University and World War Z. The zombies lost that round. This was not helped by looking at the trailer and thinking that it looked suspiciously like yet another silly action adventure saga. And why where they hiding the zombies when they are supposed to be the stars of the show?

Monsters University was one of those happy ending tales where the underdog wins through sheer perseverance and hard work rather than an abundance of talent. But it was fun to feast the Izzie eyes on all the adorable creatures - especially slinky and sneaky Randall. He so deserves his own series.

Friday was time to visit the museum. Did not go to see the real mummies in the presently running “Secrets of the Afterlife” exhibition. Once again the weather was simply too gorgeous to be wasted indoors.

The creature feature at 6pm was on the topic of mummies as portrayed in the movies, cartoons, television and assorted media.

The speaker Lindsay Hallam introduced the topic and took the opportunity to promote her other work concerning the Marquis de Sade in the movies, 9/11 and the rise of torture porn and similar squeamish stuff

It was such a pity that she had to mutilate such fascinating material with endless rabbiting on about Marxist and feminist theory, Freudian analysis, dialectical materialism and the post modern cultural studies mob favourite buzzword of all ‘interrogating the text’

More monsters )
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Izzie’s been procrastinating a lot lately on the posting front. Been too busy slinking down south or sitting outside in the garden. The main distraction has been a certain goblin taxation exam on this Thursday. After that will feel no need to slave over a hot abacus or guilt at slinking about online
Will even be able to pay a visit to the latest traveling exhibition at the State Museum

It is called “Secrets of the Afterlife” and features assorted objects from Ancient Egypt courtesy of the British Museum

Of course the inner ghoul is looking forward to this feast of the magnificent macabre. But not only are there the mummies, statues, jewelry and other ancient objects but a bunch of guest speakers and assorted events. I somehow suspect that every card carrying member of the OTO (the Aleister Crowley cult) will visit at least once

Being on the museum mailing list got the temptations delivered via email. Managed to miss the first one "The horizon of eternity: living and dying in Ancient Egypt" which was all about the big picture about how they perceived life, the universe and everything. But been busy adding the others to the serpent stash

But it was not too late to sign up for this Friday evening’s event on the cheerful topic of “Death, decay and dissection in Ancient Egypt”
There was a fascinating program from the BBC a year ago where researchers found a man dying of cancer willing to offer his body to science. Researchers had been trying to replicate the ancient Egyptian techniques of preserving the dead.
Mummifying Alan - Egypt's Last Great Secret

It was gruesome and gory but absolutely riveting. Just loved the interviews with Alan before he departed this mortal coil where he explained his decision to volunteer. Not just because he wanted to save a stash on funeral expense. He had a wicked grin on his face as he contemplated his grand children boasting at school “My Grandpa is a mummy”

There was a completely unexpected tweek to previous preservation procedures and it was the one that made all the difference. The body is literally pickled in brine. All the talk of 'rebirth' turns out to be rather less metaphorical than expected

Just consulted the Oracle of Google. It wasn't the BBC but Channel 4 and there's a website devoted to Alan Billis and his amazing morbid adventures

But back to something less spooky. Needless to say there’s even a guest speaker who will be talking about the portrayal of mummies in modern culture, especially films and television. What better way to spend the evening of the winter solstice? The original plans spending sunset at South Beach can wait for the next day.

There was a wonderful radio program recently about the recent zombie invasion in film and fiction. One guest made the wickedly wonderful and very cynical observation that Hollywood in its golden days got fed up with paying royalties to Bram Stoker’s estate so went looking for cheaper exotic monsters. And they found them almost on their doorstep. Like zombies, mummies don’t make much in royalties either.

All we need to add is a dozen or so plagues of Biblical proportions and the plotting and planning for November’s writing marathon is looking most promising indeed
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Izzie’s been procrastinating a lot lately on the posting front. Been too busy slinking down south or sitting outside in the garden. The main distraction has been a certain goblin taxation exam on this Thursday. After that will feel no need to slave over a hot abacus or guilt at slinking about online
Will even be able to pay a visit to the latest traveling exhibition at the State Museum

It is called “Secrets of the Afterlife” and features assorted objects from Ancient Egypt courtesy of the British Museum

Of course the inner ghoul is looking forward to this feast of the magnificent macabre. But not only are there the mummies, statues, jewelry and other ancient objects but a bunch of guest speakers and assorted events. I somehow suspect that every card carrying member of the OTO (the Aleister Crowley cult) will visit at least once

Being on the museum mailing list got the temptations delivered via email. Managed to miss the first one "The horizon of eternity: living and dying in Ancient Egypt" which was all about the big picture about how they perceived life, the universe and everything. But been busy adding the others to the serpent stash

But it was not too late to sign up for this Friday evening’s event on the cheerful topic of “Death, decay and dissection in Ancient Egypt”
There was a fascinating program from the BBC a year ago where researchers found a man dying of cancer willing to offer his body to science. Researchers had been trying to replicate the ancient Egyptian techniques of preserving the dead.
Mummifying Alan - Egypt's Last Great Secret

It was gruesome and gory but absolutely riveting. Just loved the interviews with Alan before he departed this mortal coil where he explained his decision to volunteer. Not just because he wanted to save a stash on funeral expense. He had a wicked grin on his face as he contemplated his grand children boasting at school “My Grandpa is a mummy”

There was a completely unexpected tweek to previous preservation procedures and it was the one that made all the difference. The body is literally pickled in brine. All the talk of 'rebirth' turns out to be rather less metaphorical than expected

Just consulted the Oracle of Google. It wasn't the BBC but Channel 4 and there's a website devoted to Alan Billis and his amazing morbid adventures

But back to something less spooky. Needless to say there’s even a guest speaker who will be talking about the portrayal of mummies in modern culture, especially films and television. What better way to spend the evening of the winter solstice? The original plans spending sunset at South Beach can wait for the next day.

There was a wonderful radio program recently about the recent zombie invasion in film and fiction. One guest made the wickedly wonderful and very cynical observation that Hollywood in its golden days got fed up with paying royalties to Bram Stoker’s estate so went looking for cheaper exotic monsters. And they found them almost on their doorstep. Like zombies, mummies don’t make much in royalties either.

All we need to add is a dozen or so plagues of Biblical proportions and the plotting and planning for November’s writing marathon is looking most promising indeed
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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 )
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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 )
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Such are the joys of getting old. Aside from young things offering the seniors discount, you know you are getting a bit long in the tooth if you are one of those folks who can remember the ascension to power of a certain person who came to be known as The Iron Lady
Had so so forgotten about her fondness for quoting a certain Francis of Assisi. Here’s hoping that the present incumbent at the Vatican does not follow her example.

Spent most of her reign living right next door in Ireland so it was rather hard to escape the trajectory of that swinging handbag and the icy cold stare. We watched the goggle box transfixed for week after week during the Wapping dramas, the coal miners’ strike, the IRA hunger strikes and later assassination attempt, the Falklands war and the crowning glory of all - the privatization of just about everything and the dawn of the new age of Goblin Bankers who under her reign began their ascent to their role as Masters of the Universe

Got to thinking that while the present opposition leader in Oz describes himself as the political love child of John Howard and Bronwyn Bishop, John Howard in turn could be described as the ideological love child of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. And like her he kept the top job for some eleven years. But at least she was more entertaining. Love her or loathe her, one could never accuse her of being spineless, wimpish or boring
Many younger people spent their formative teenage years knowing nothing else but this Priestess of the Ayn Rand cult

While loathing and despising her political incarnation, used to relish the weekly fix of the satirical puppet show “Spitting Image” where she was the number one centre stage celebrity. Even managed to snaffle a pair of Ronnie and Maggie squeaky toys for the Dursley’s dogs to play with

Spooks, Goblins and Zombies )
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Such are the joys of getting old. Aside from young things offering the seniors discount, you know you are getting a bit long in the tooth if you are one of those folks who can remember the ascension to power of a certain person who came to be known as The Iron Lady
Had so so forgotten about her fondness for quoting a certain Francis of Assisi. Here’s hoping that the present incumbent at the Vatican does not follow her example.

Spent most of her reign living right next door in Ireland so it was rather hard to escape the trajectory of that swinging handbag and the icy cold stare. We watched the goggle box transfixed for week after week during the Wapping dramas, the coal miners’ strike, the IRA hunger strikes and later assassination attempt, the Falklands war and the crowning glory of all - the privatization of just about everything and the dawn of the new age of Goblin Bankers who under her reign began their ascent to their role as Masters of the Universe

Got to thinking that while the present opposition leader in Oz describes himself as the political love child of John Howard and Bronwyn Bishop, John Howard in turn could be described as the ideological love child of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. And like her he kept the top job for some eleven years. But at least she was more entertaining. Love her or loathe her, one could never accuse her of being spineless, wimpish or boring
Many younger people spent their formative teenage years knowing nothing else but this Priestess of the Ayn Rand cult

While loathing and despising her political incarnation, used to relish the weekly fix of the satirical puppet show “Spitting Image” where she was the number one centre stage celebrity. Even managed to snaffle a pair of Ronnie and Maggie squeaky toys for the Dursley’s dogs to play with

Spooks, Goblins and Zombies )

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