Poker Faced
20/02/2020 08:13 pmThis serpent has finally turned back into a giant orange pumpkin since the Fringe festival finished on Sunday
Now it's back to the boring life of watering the weeds and domestic duties. And the Lair sure needs taming after 4 weeks of only the most basic house work.
But it's funny. I am quite enjoying the slower and quieter pace. It also gives me time to process so many amazing shows. Due to the Fringe Friends Frenzy passes being extended to the end of the festival, I got to see lots more shows at a 30% disscount
The culture vulture dramas even dragged me away from my usual favorite shit show staring the orange blob and his legions of flying lying GOP monkeys. Mind you I did not neglect him entirely. I was up at 5am s few times watching the flim flam sham impeachment trial live and last Friday I went to see the very wicked and twisted "MAGA - the musical" which was definitely a show I would have been happy to see twice if I did not already have plans for the following day

I have been slowly catching up on reading friends' posts in Dreamwidth land. So many juicy bookish memes out there.
It's always fun to think about books in new and interesting way and to see what recommendations can be snaffled from other folks.
One book that is not really a proper book that I had given up hope on getting this year did cross my path yesterday. The Co-op book shop is closing down. Forever. It's a liquidation sale. I have no need for any books since I can get them dirt cheap at the charity stores where I volunteer but of course curiosity got the better of me
And there in the window were several incarnations of the Goal Digger diaries that had proved so elusive this year. The arts centre shop that used to have them have gone for a different model this year and the other hipster shops that usually have them had empty spots on the shelves. Most of their diaries and journals were stuck in trucks on the Nullabor on account of the main road west being closed due to the bush fires. Most books are not like avocados or tomatoes but diaries are. By the second week of January, people expect to get them for half price.
By the end of February, they should have been down to 75% off instead of the measly 50 they were offering. I could be a cheapskate and wait another week or two but I was not going to take the chance after going to so much effort to find this particular make and model.
So I spent today filling in the details of the first of my 7 short term goals for the year - the long awaited overseas trip to Europe to visit Daisy Dursley, my fairy Godmother and other friends from ancient serpent days.
Drought proofing the garden will need to be Goal Number 2 if I am going to be absent for 5 weeks unless I can find a garden baby sitter between now and September.
It is so much better to do thinking on paper than in the serpent skull. It is just so much clearer that way.
Now it's back to the boring life of watering the weeds and domestic duties. And the Lair sure needs taming after 4 weeks of only the most basic house work.
But it's funny. I am quite enjoying the slower and quieter pace. It also gives me time to process so many amazing shows. Due to the Fringe Friends Frenzy passes being extended to the end of the festival, I got to see lots more shows at a 30% disscount
The culture vulture dramas even dragged me away from my usual favorite shit show staring the orange blob and his legions of flying lying GOP monkeys. Mind you I did not neglect him entirely. I was up at 5am s few times watching the flim flam sham impeachment trial live and last Friday I went to see the very wicked and twisted "MAGA - the musical" which was definitely a show I would have been happy to see twice if I did not already have plans for the following day
I have been slowly catching up on reading friends' posts in Dreamwidth land. So many juicy bookish memes out there.
It's always fun to think about books in new and interesting way and to see what recommendations can be snaffled from other folks.
One book that is not really a proper book that I had given up hope on getting this year did cross my path yesterday. The Co-op book shop is closing down. Forever. It's a liquidation sale. I have no need for any books since I can get them dirt cheap at the charity stores where I volunteer but of course curiosity got the better of me
And there in the window were several incarnations of the Goal Digger diaries that had proved so elusive this year. The arts centre shop that used to have them have gone for a different model this year and the other hipster shops that usually have them had empty spots on the shelves. Most of their diaries and journals were stuck in trucks on the Nullabor on account of the main road west being closed due to the bush fires. Most books are not like avocados or tomatoes but diaries are. By the second week of January, people expect to get them for half price.
By the end of February, they should have been down to 75% off instead of the measly 50 they were offering. I could be a cheapskate and wait another week or two but I was not going to take the chance after going to so much effort to find this particular make and model.
So I spent today filling in the details of the first of my 7 short term goals for the year - the long awaited overseas trip to Europe to visit Daisy Dursley, my fairy Godmother and other friends from ancient serpent days.
Drought proofing the garden will need to be Goal Number 2 if I am going to be absent for 5 weeks unless I can find a garden baby sitter between now and September.
It is so much better to do thinking on paper than in the serpent skull. It is just so much clearer that way.