Serpent Birthday Party
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izmeinaIt's now 22 years since I adopted my serpentine skin.
I don't think "persona" is quite the right word.
A lady at work who only knows that I'm an eccentric wierd creature who likes green & creepy critters gave me a belated Christmas present.
It's an ornament that you hang in the light. Almost the exact size of a CD but it looks like stained glass artwork.
It's a snake surrounded by green leaves.
I'm dying to see it in the morning light.
I got her some leaf babies for her garden.
It's not going to be too hot tomorrow so I can even wear a certain dark green and gorgeous felt hat tomorrow for a picnic at my favourite lunatic asylum. It's now used as an arts centre.
I still need to pick a suitable tarot deck to bring .
I brought Tarot Macabre when I visited Petunia's "grave" last week.
The plan is to make a circle of 12 cards like numbers on a clock - one card for each month.
Tarot Macabre is more appropriate for Halloween or New Year's Eve than for s bright shiny new year. Especially one with such pretty numbers.
The Alice deck is perfect but unfortunately it's not allowed to leave the Lair. Pretty much the case for all Baba decks these days. Including the fabulous Fantastic Menagerie -.a gift from Catness that turned out to be the gateway drug to my deck addiction.
Now it's time to slink off to scrounge some low hanging Duo fruit. I miss the old trees with the juicy golden apples. The pebble strewn path is just not the same.
I'm still waiting for the music course to pop up as one of the options.
Learning to read music is one of those things on my bucket list and a course with sound is much better than any book.
Learning at least one thing each day is one of my 6 goals for 2024.
I don't think "persona" is quite the right word.
A lady at work who only knows that I'm an eccentric wierd creature who likes green & creepy critters gave me a belated Christmas present.
It's an ornament that you hang in the light. Almost the exact size of a CD but it looks like stained glass artwork.
It's a snake surrounded by green leaves.
I'm dying to see it in the morning light.
I got her some leaf babies for her garden.
It's not going to be too hot tomorrow so I can even wear a certain dark green and gorgeous felt hat tomorrow for a picnic at my favourite lunatic asylum. It's now used as an arts centre.
I still need to pick a suitable tarot deck to bring .
I brought Tarot Macabre when I visited Petunia's "grave" last week.
The plan is to make a circle of 12 cards like numbers on a clock - one card for each month.
Tarot Macabre is more appropriate for Halloween or New Year's Eve than for s bright shiny new year. Especially one with such pretty numbers.
The Alice deck is perfect but unfortunately it's not allowed to leave the Lair. Pretty much the case for all Baba decks these days. Including the fabulous Fantastic Menagerie -.a gift from Catness that turned out to be the gateway drug to my deck addiction.
Now it's time to slink off to scrounge some low hanging Duo fruit. I miss the old trees with the juicy golden apples. The pebble strewn path is just not the same.
I'm still waiting for the music course to pop up as one of the options.
Learning to read music is one of those things on my bucket list and a course with sound is much better than any book.
Learning at least one thing each day is one of my 6 goals for 2024.
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Date: 2024-01-04 03:15 pm (UTC)I'm also curious about Duo's music course, though they'll probably screw it up like everything else. My "streak" for December is pristine blue, and what's weird, they maintain my frozen streak without any action from my side, I don't even log in more often than once a week. I wonder if it's a new option, to reduce the amount of requests from the users asking to repair their streak, or a bug? :)
Go Ask Alice
Date: 2024-01-07 07:22 am (UTC)But I can't actually recall what angle you took.
I think a few words may prompt my memory. For some reason Booze or Humpty Dumpty comes to mind.
With the Tarot clock circle, I intend it as a theme for each month.
I got Hierophant for
January which fits well with making maps and plans now for the uncharted territory of 2024.
Let's hope it's not actual divination as there were just SO many Swords cards.
I'm still waiting for the Duo music course to make an appearance. Apparently it is being rolled out on IOS first so Android users have to wait.
My emergency phone is an iPhone but no sign of Music on the Duo app there.
While the sound & picture quality on the iPhone 8 is far better than my Android Moto, I find it really difficult to use just about everything else. Taking screenshots is for quick contortionists.
I'd certainly find it very difficult to get addicted to an iPhone.
Re: Go Ask Alice
Date: 2024-01-08 10:29 am (UTC)Here's my essay, enjoy ;)
Humpty-Dumpty is a funny egg who has a way with words, but what sinister secrets are hidden under his shell?
In response to Alice saying that “one can't help growing older,” he says “ONE can't, perhaps, but TWO can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.” People stop growing older when they die; the “assistance” means murder. Alice doesn’t understand but instinctively feels uncomfortable and changes the subject by focusing on his belt - why belt? Belts are associated with punishment: beating or tying up, even strangling. The belt actually appears to be a cravat, which, being tied around the neck, is associated with execution; “a hempen cravat” is a slang expression for the hangman’s noose.
The cravat is an un-birthday present from the King and Queen. Un-birthday is an opposite of birthday. It may be a present given when it isn’t your birthday, but it’s only a part of the truth, as Humpty-Dumpty makes words mean whatever he wants them to mean; actually, the opposite of birthday is death day. Humpty-Dumpty appears to be very agitated when talking about his experience with the King. “THE KING HAS PROMISED ME—WITH HIS VERY OWN MOUTH—to—to—” (To kill me?) He claims that his story may be included in the History of England. History books include important facts, such as trials and executions.
Humpty-Dumpty is a master of words, but his desire to control is deeper than mere talking. It’s hinted upon in his poem, written for Alice’s amusement. ”It will be better to obey,” he says to the fishes. He prepares “for the deed” he has to do, and abruptly abandons the story when it comes to waking them with the corkscrew. He avoids revealing more about himself, but can’t resist remarking that Alice would look better with her face horribly disfigured.
Humpty-Dumpty, a control freak and a convicted murderer… That's what you get when you let adults reread "Alice" !
P.S. more about Alice
Date: 2024-01-10 12:54 pm (UTC)---
Little Malice was sitting by her pet rabbit’s grave in the cemetery, trying to put the bones back together into the skeleton. But her favorite pastime started to feel boring; she did it already about a hundred times during the past few weeks, ever since burying the little corpse, as she couldn’t resist digging it out every day and checking how it decomposes. She shook off the maggots and proceeded to match the ribs to the rib cage, but to no avail; there were decidedly less bones than she remembered she had started with. She started to get sleepy, and her eyes were already closing, but suddenly she heard a voice: “Oh dear, oh dear, I’m going to be late! The Great Inquisitor will torture me!”
She looked around and saw a jackal with a bone in his mouth, which looked suspiciously like a rabbit bone, but it was not what was unusual about the jackal. Remarkably, he was dressed in a black leather jacket, and was wearing black boots on his hind paws. And of course, he talked, even though his speech was slumped due to the bone stuck in his jaws. Could it be him, stealing bones from her precious pet’s skeleton?
Malice jumped up and chased the jackal, as he was zigzagging between the graves, and in the end, she jumped after him into a freshly dug grave, whipping her trusty hunter knife out of the pocket of her apron and thinking, “now you won’t get away from me, sneaky bastard!” But to her utter shock, she didn’t land on a furry body. In fact, she didn’t land at all, but continued falling down, into a black black hole which the grave turned into.
Eventually it occurred to her to open her eyes, which, surprisingly, were squeezed tight. She was still falling, but the darkness was no more. She was flying through a cold tunnel that looked like a subway turned on its side, with all kinds of intriguing appliances taped to its dirty blood-stained walls with a generous amount of duct tape. There were weapons, from axes to spears to guns to cannons; there were skeletons, mangled body parts and intestines; there were torture instruments, bottles marked Poison, ropes and meat hooks. In short, it was a killer heaven.
“Oh dear, that’s insane!” thought little Malice, gawking at the treasures flying past. She tried to grab a particularly cute chainsaw, but her hand slipped and grazed a dagger hanging from the wall. She licked the blood, deliciously seeping from the wound. “Oh no, I have to be careful,” she thought, “or I would be cut into pieces even before I reach the bottom!”
A long “craaaawk” sounded in response. She turned her head and saw a raven following her. The bird’s unblinking red eye was intensely focused on her movements.