Waves frantically, screams in horror, runs to next thing

[blamebrampton]

This is meant to be my easy time of little work. So I scheduled a few things to do during my down period. Hands up everyone who's spotted what happened next? Yep.

Next week I am jury duty, fingers crossed I have a nice quiet break and enter to give me some thinking space. Until then frantic madness will continue.

The reason for the scream of horror was that tonight I saw a chap on telly. One I used to know, many years ago. He was on a news magazine programme on one of our government channels, which is filled with young persons committing surprisingly decent acts of journalism. When I knew him, he was a pretentious but basically pleasant young chap who turned up in a couple of the more experimental theatre performances of my postgrad student days and called me a Muse but was reasonably happy to be shot down for a line that was both a feeble pick-up attempt and patronising all at once.

Now? Now he is running workshops using plush animals to help adults explore their sexuality.

Sweet, sweet lad, but I am enormously grateful I never went there. (Think of all those stitched-on eyes following your every move!)

neep1 , theodoraleft , leochi  and anthimaeria , I have emails for all of you that keep being unfinished because I want them to be more than I LOVE YOU! But I do! Brain and body will be back in the same place at the same time very shortly, emails will be done.

OH! And we were in Adelaide over the weekend. We walked for three inner city blocks on Saturday afternoon and saw not one soul, not even in a car. This discussion occurred: 

Mr B: Right. Well, apparently we were wrong and the Rapture did occur after all.
Me: *Sceptical look*
Mr B: Or we could be in the officially boring part of Adelaide ...

We found the fun parts about half a mile later :-) Oh, and if you're in Adelaide away from the delish foodie section up North, Passatempo caffe down on Gouger St near the market was amazing, Italian food that tasted Italian and entree servings too big for me to finish. Unpaid advertisement!

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[geoviki.livejournal.com]

There's a high chance my son will be attending the UniSA come next February for a semester, so the more I learn about Adelaide the better. I have the typical American understanding of it, which is to say, I know there are kangaroos there.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

There are! Though not in town itself. It's actually a beautiful little city, with the central mile very well planned. All the fun stuff is on the north side of the town, but there are lovely parks on the south and an exceptionally good produce market every Saturday.

Do not believe the 'Murder capital of Australia' joke, it is a joke and pertains mostly to one case of serial killing where a really scary chap killed a bunch of people for their welfare payments and hid their bodies in barrels. Ghastly, I admit, but not a threat to the general public and he is no longer on the loose. Tell your son not to make barrel jokes, though. In actual fact, Adelaide has one of the lowest murder rates in Australia, and one of the lowest overall crime rates in the country, too. In terms of general violent crime, the worst place in Australia is on par with the best place in the United States.

It's a great university, they are really focussed on the international market and staying at the forefront of research. Plus very comfy accommodation if he is staying on campus.

On the whole, the city is safe and pleasant with a mostly sophisticated populace, the rest being cheery bogans. For somewhere known as the city of churches, it is also a queer-friendly city and South Australia was the first state in Australia to decriminalise homosexuality.

A short drive from the city are two spectacular wine regions, McLaren Vale and the Barossa, and also Hahndorf, which is known in this house as Hilarious Germanville. You can buy large schnitzels from men in leiderhosen there, which is all you need to know.

Tell him not to annoy snakes, to always wear shoes outside, and to shake his shoes out for spiders before he puts them on and he will be fine. NB this is mostly a precaution, in all my years here I have found only two spiders in my shoes, and one of them was when bushwalking.