Freaks and Flaky Fruitcakes
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izmeinaWednesday was an icky sticky disgustingly muggy day. It was too miserable to slink around after work so just returned to the lair to scrub the scales and indulge in a long serpent snooze
Woke around 4.30pm and had the choice of clocking up another Buy Nothing Day lurking in the Lair, doing a bit of decluttering and some squiggling in Cyberia, or a visit to The Treasure Chest and the Caravan of Kitsch to see if there were any last minute cheap tickets for the freaky Fringe Shows. Figured that the serpent can snooze any day of the week but there’s only three weeks of Fringe festival freakishness.
So it was off to downtown Dursleyville just after 5pm for at least an hour of lingering around the grounds of the Old Treasury buildings
It was raining, the bus was slow and it was late so got there just before 6pm just in time to notice that it had been 5.50 for a very long time. Yessss. The watch had run out of juice. Scary how disorientating it can be to not know every second what time it is.
Brought along the second Potter book as this spooky location was the perfect place for reading it. But by then it was raining so it stayed stuck all snug in the green backpack.
Was lurking there for a good two hours on Monday and it was perfect weather for reading but had gone there from work so did not have anything decent to read.
Today was going to be a freak free day. Could have gone to “Checkout - the musical” or the fortnightly discussion group but instead chose the reunion picnic for last year’s Living Smarties group. It was to be held 7pm at Lake Jualbup.
It looked like it would be a rainy overcast day so checked the online owleries several times before leaving Cyberia just after 1pm. No mentions of it being called off or any such thing so assumed at such a late stage it would be still going ahead.
Could go into town, get the watch fixed and pay a quick visit to a cafe using the two hours on the first bus ticket or lounge about doing the culture vulture thing like visiting the museum, art galleries and some of the strange creatures in jars as part of the fringe festival and then get the bus to the lake around 6pm. But it was lurking not walking weather so did the cheap thing
Three hours of coffee crawls meant a chance to read the papers but more importantly get started on some plotting and planning for Camp Nanowrimo.
26 stories and 78 cards? Coincidence? Just the perfect opportunity to have 3 cards per story with no redraws. Every card gets its 15 minutes of fame.
Shuffled the deck and dealt them into three piles taking the top one from each for the first story. Was a bit peeved to end up with the 3,5 and 4 of pentacles in that order. Izzie is one seriously lousy card shark. Mixed up each of the three stacks and continued. Only got as far as the first five letters before it was time to move on. Wanted to get a third of them done to make up for all that lost time in January.
So the poor old index book finally got put to good use before it was time to move on to the lake and the bakery nearby to get some munchies for the picnic. Passed by the Stork’s Nest - also known as the “Concept Fertility Clinic” on the way to the lake. Must find some way of getting that place into a story. Either one beginning with B or F or wherever the Empress card shows up
Lawley’s Bakery is not the prettiest looking cafe but they have beautiful bread and the coffee is creamy, smooth and they have big fat mugs. Only problem is that it is the real thing. Learned the hard way that unlike the wimpish Dome stuff, drinking more than one can make this serpent seriously psycho. The fans were also on full spin so not the best place for playing with cards
So instead continued the adventures of the Potter boy and his encounter with a not so cute little house elf. First time ever reading this some 11 years ago was struck by the fact that Harry was a most unusual character indeed. Not the scar on his face or even his magical powers but a trait exceedingly rare and almost extinct. This is a kid who takes making promises and keeping his word very seriously indeed. He will never become Minister of Magic.
So many people who read this chapter about the misadventures with the pudding wonder why Harry just doesn’t do or say whatever it takes to get the pesky elf out of his hair and then just head off to Hogwarts anyway. They see his honesty as a sign of innocence or just plain stupidity
Not sure if it was coincidence but just then the little red dinosaur phone rang to say that the picnic would be cancelled due to the rain. Said that we had checked our emails at 1pm and there was no mention of it and it had been raining long before then. Apparently a whole bunch of people rang at the last minute to say they would not be coming so the most sensible thing to do was cancel and have the picnic same time same place next Thursday. By then it was nearly 6pm and too late to get to the discussion group. There’d be time for a one hour visit to the Treasure Chest and crazy caravans to see if there were any half price tix shows
Got there and lingered around soaking up the freakiness. It was not until 7.20pm that Izzie remembered plan B which was to go to “Checkout - the musical” which started at 7pm. Not sure if it had sold out or not but it was not on the cheapie list. By then it was too late of course. So in the end, had three interesting options for spending this Thursday evening and ended up with none of them
It was especially annoying as we had already taken into account that the picnic might be cancelled due to the rain and had gone to the bother of checking to see before leaving the Lair
So just as well we got to see a show last night. But now there’s another thing to go peeking for in the pensieve. The big one this year is the search for a certain old toad. But there must be a reason why the Izzie gets so upset and annoyed by people who don’t keep their word, consistently turn up late or change their mind at the very last minute for mundane and easily foreseeable reasons, in other words - flaky fruitcakes. It’s up there as one of the most hated character traits along with much more serious vices such as malice, malevolence, hypocrisy and arrogance
Izzie’s mantra is the opposite. Always keep your word (and therefore never give it)
It is not the ma and pa. In fact, reliability and keeping one’s word are values that they both consider very highly. Maybe it is simply that such an introverted serpent likes as much certainty and predictability as possible.
Woke around 4.30pm and had the choice of clocking up another Buy Nothing Day lurking in the Lair, doing a bit of decluttering and some squiggling in Cyberia, or a visit to The Treasure Chest and the Caravan of Kitsch to see if there were any last minute cheap tickets for the freaky Fringe Shows. Figured that the serpent can snooze any day of the week but there’s only three weeks of Fringe festival freakishness.
So it was off to downtown Dursleyville just after 5pm for at least an hour of lingering around the grounds of the Old Treasury buildings
It was raining, the bus was slow and it was late so got there just before 6pm just in time to notice that it had been 5.50 for a very long time. Yessss. The watch had run out of juice. Scary how disorientating it can be to not know every second what time it is.
Brought along the second Potter book as this spooky location was the perfect place for reading it. But by then it was raining so it stayed stuck all snug in the green backpack.
Was lurking there for a good two hours on Monday and it was perfect weather for reading but had gone there from work so did not have anything decent to read.
Today was going to be a freak free day. Could have gone to “Checkout - the musical” or the fortnightly discussion group but instead chose the reunion picnic for last year’s Living Smarties group. It was to be held 7pm at Lake Jualbup.
It looked like it would be a rainy overcast day so checked the online owleries several times before leaving Cyberia just after 1pm. No mentions of it being called off or any such thing so assumed at such a late stage it would be still going ahead.
Could go into town, get the watch fixed and pay a quick visit to a cafe using the two hours on the first bus ticket or lounge about doing the culture vulture thing like visiting the museum, art galleries and some of the strange creatures in jars as part of the fringe festival and then get the bus to the lake around 6pm. But it was lurking not walking weather so did the cheap thing
Three hours of coffee crawls meant a chance to read the papers but more importantly get started on some plotting and planning for Camp Nanowrimo.
26 stories and 78 cards? Coincidence? Just the perfect opportunity to have 3 cards per story with no redraws. Every card gets its 15 minutes of fame.
Shuffled the deck and dealt them into three piles taking the top one from each for the first story. Was a bit peeved to end up with the 3,5 and 4 of pentacles in that order. Izzie is one seriously lousy card shark. Mixed up each of the three stacks and continued. Only got as far as the first five letters before it was time to move on. Wanted to get a third of them done to make up for all that lost time in January.
So the poor old index book finally got put to good use before it was time to move on to the lake and the bakery nearby to get some munchies for the picnic. Passed by the Stork’s Nest - also known as the “Concept Fertility Clinic” on the way to the lake. Must find some way of getting that place into a story. Either one beginning with B or F or wherever the Empress card shows up
Lawley’s Bakery is not the prettiest looking cafe but they have beautiful bread and the coffee is creamy, smooth and they have big fat mugs. Only problem is that it is the real thing. Learned the hard way that unlike the wimpish Dome stuff, drinking more than one can make this serpent seriously psycho. The fans were also on full spin so not the best place for playing with cards
So instead continued the adventures of the Potter boy and his encounter with a not so cute little house elf. First time ever reading this some 11 years ago was struck by the fact that Harry was a most unusual character indeed. Not the scar on his face or even his magical powers but a trait exceedingly rare and almost extinct. This is a kid who takes making promises and keeping his word very seriously indeed. He will never become Minister of Magic.
So many people who read this chapter about the misadventures with the pudding wonder why Harry just doesn’t do or say whatever it takes to get the pesky elf out of his hair and then just head off to Hogwarts anyway. They see his honesty as a sign of innocence or just plain stupidity
Not sure if it was coincidence but just then the little red dinosaur phone rang to say that the picnic would be cancelled due to the rain. Said that we had checked our emails at 1pm and there was no mention of it and it had been raining long before then. Apparently a whole bunch of people rang at the last minute to say they would not be coming so the most sensible thing to do was cancel and have the picnic same time same place next Thursday. By then it was nearly 6pm and too late to get to the discussion group. There’d be time for a one hour visit to the Treasure Chest and crazy caravans to see if there were any half price tix shows
Got there and lingered around soaking up the freakiness. It was not until 7.20pm that Izzie remembered plan B which was to go to “Checkout - the musical” which started at 7pm. Not sure if it had sold out or not but it was not on the cheapie list. By then it was too late of course. So in the end, had three interesting options for spending this Thursday evening and ended up with none of them
It was especially annoying as we had already taken into account that the picnic might be cancelled due to the rain and had gone to the bother of checking to see before leaving the Lair
So just as well we got to see a show last night. But now there’s another thing to go peeking for in the pensieve. The big one this year is the search for a certain old toad. But there must be a reason why the Izzie gets so upset and annoyed by people who don’t keep their word, consistently turn up late or change their mind at the very last minute for mundane and easily foreseeable reasons, in other words - flaky fruitcakes. It’s up there as one of the most hated character traits along with much more serious vices such as malice, malevolence, hypocrisy and arrogance
Izzie’s mantra is the opposite. Always keep your word (and therefore never give it)
It is not the ma and pa. In fact, reliability and keeping one’s word are values that they both consider very highly. Maybe it is simply that such an introverted serpent likes as much certainty and predictability as possible.
