A write rip off
24/02/2024 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaI've been missing in action online again. It's becoming quite a habit.
It had a lot to do with the annual feast of freakery that is Fringe World. But that finished last Sunday with a whimper.
A vile hot and muggy 40 Celsius day which meant that even the Fringe Pleasure Gardens were hot and steamy.
Way too muggy to lurk until 19.30 as was my plan. ( Based solely on the lousy Sunday bus schedule)
But we also had a string of these 40 Celsius sizzling summer days which meant no proper squiggling on the Big Mac desktop. I think I've turned it on only 3 days this year.
It got to 38 yesterday but today has been a gorgeous 25 max. It started muggy with the odd drop of rain but now the sky had cleared and I can finally see the full moon some 3 hours after moonrise.
This weekend is the annual Writers Festival. It used to be held at on university grounds amongst gorgeous lush groves and lawns.
There was a mixture of ticketed and free events.
Since I blow my culture Vulture budget on Fringe, I very rarely bother with paid events.
I made an exception for Margaret Atwood about 10 years ago. That was before she started drinking the sparkly Trojan Unicorn pee.
This weekend there was absolutely nothing free.
I did pay $25 for last night's opening event with Deborah Conway. I felt so ancient thinking that it's almost 30 years ago when I saw her in Concert.
Today I just lurked around the library bar. I did not bother attending a single event.
No way would I pay $25 to see a bunch of talking heads after 4 weeks of amazing singers, acrobats, burlesque & boylesque performers. Especially when the best sessions are often broadcast later on ABC Radio National
But the big black cloud over the last few days is that I absentmindedly left a shopping bag behind at the bus station at 9pm.
Not only did I have grocery shopping and my Happy Hour sushi in it which I was so looking forward to eating by the light of the nearly full moon but also 2 books. "Lessons in Chemistry" which had been on my watchnlist for ages. It turned up at the charity shop on Thursday. I started reading it after the opening event last night and was already hooked in the first chapter.
But that book can be easily for from the local library.
It's the other one from my old stash about Mind / body healing that will probably be the impossible to replace esp since I did not take note of the writers name.
As soon as I realized I'd left the bag of goodies behind, I got off the bus at the nearest stop and returned to the bus station.
After only 30 minutes, it was gone without a trace.
The security guards knew nothing. I checked in the bins. Not there either.
Went back today and it had not been handed in to lost property so I guess some other passenger just took it and later dumped it.
Those items were of little value to anyone else but a lot to me especially when I realized I had also put my "Office Tarot" deck in that damned bag earlier that morning.
I still can't believe that I could be so careless.
So needless to say, I was in zombie mode the rest are f the evening.
I'm not even going to bother at all with the Writets' festival tomorrow. I will take advantage of the free Sunday buses to visit Hammerbarn instead and do some Bluey spotting.
I just hope most of the rug rats will be gone by the time I get there.
PS apologies for the long long post.
Using cuts is way too difficult and risky with this Tweet stone.
It had a lot to do with the annual feast of freakery that is Fringe World. But that finished last Sunday with a whimper.
A vile hot and muggy 40 Celsius day which meant that even the Fringe Pleasure Gardens were hot and steamy.
Way too muggy to lurk until 19.30 as was my plan. ( Based solely on the lousy Sunday bus schedule)
But we also had a string of these 40 Celsius sizzling summer days which meant no proper squiggling on the Big Mac desktop. I think I've turned it on only 3 days this year.
It got to 38 yesterday but today has been a gorgeous 25 max. It started muggy with the odd drop of rain but now the sky had cleared and I can finally see the full moon some 3 hours after moonrise.
This weekend is the annual Writers Festival. It used to be held at on university grounds amongst gorgeous lush groves and lawns.
There was a mixture of ticketed and free events.
Since I blow my culture Vulture budget on Fringe, I very rarely bother with paid events.
I made an exception for Margaret Atwood about 10 years ago. That was before she started drinking the sparkly Trojan Unicorn pee.
This weekend there was absolutely nothing free.
I did pay $25 for last night's opening event with Deborah Conway. I felt so ancient thinking that it's almost 30 years ago when I saw her in Concert.
Today I just lurked around the library bar. I did not bother attending a single event.
No way would I pay $25 to see a bunch of talking heads after 4 weeks of amazing singers, acrobats, burlesque & boylesque performers. Especially when the best sessions are often broadcast later on ABC Radio National
But the big black cloud over the last few days is that I absentmindedly left a shopping bag behind at the bus station at 9pm.
Not only did I have grocery shopping and my Happy Hour sushi in it which I was so looking forward to eating by the light of the nearly full moon but also 2 books. "Lessons in Chemistry" which had been on my watchnlist for ages. It turned up at the charity shop on Thursday. I started reading it after the opening event last night and was already hooked in the first chapter.
But that book can be easily for from the local library.
It's the other one from my old stash about Mind / body healing that will probably be the impossible to replace esp since I did not take note of the writers name.
As soon as I realized I'd left the bag of goodies behind, I got off the bus at the nearest stop and returned to the bus station.
After only 30 minutes, it was gone without a trace.
The security guards knew nothing. I checked in the bins. Not there either.
Went back today and it had not been handed in to lost property so I guess some other passenger just took it and later dumped it.
Those items were of little value to anyone else but a lot to me especially when I realized I had also put my "Office Tarot" deck in that damned bag earlier that morning.
I still can't believe that I could be so careless.
So needless to say, I was in zombie mode the rest are f the evening.
I'm not even going to bother at all with the Writets' festival tomorrow. I will take advantage of the free Sunday buses to visit Hammerbarn instead and do some Bluey spotting.
I just hope most of the rug rats will be gone by the time I get there.
PS apologies for the long long post.
Using cuts is way too difficult and risky with this Tweet stone.
