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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:33:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry folks, I've been living for a while in a place with no web access -- sorry for vanishing into thin air like that. I'll be back! ... Eventually!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 04:24:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... In other news, vale Mike Seeger, who up & died a couple of months ago -- I only just found out. Those of you not adverse to old-timey music can catch his banjo stylings <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_G0vVo7zBU&feature=related">here</a>. His services to all things old-time shall not be forgotten <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/salute.gif" width="26" height="18" alt=":salute:" title="I salute you!" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Kvetch alert</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 06:20:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Bugger this pen and ink rigmarole. Think it's about time I got myself a graphics program more sophisticated than MS Paint. And a computer capable of RUNNING anything more sophisticated than MS Paint. And maybe some talent, if they sell that at the Apple store. Not to mention some vim, vigour, zip, pizzazz, pep and up-and-at-'em. And some kind of preparation that'll take away my self-doubt, angst, tendency to procrastinate and (while we're at it) acne. <br /><br />AND THEN I SHALL CONQUER THE WORLD.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Back in the antipodes</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 01:24:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Howdy. I've just (well, a fortnight ago) arrived back on my little island at the arse-end of the globe after three glorious months in the States. After having gone skydiving; kissed strangers; been lost in a sand storm; crossed over into Juarez, Mexico (which I later learned has a rather disturbingly high murder rate) for a very uncomfortable night's drinking and dancing; fired a handgun (Americans will probably fail to appreciate how exciting this is for folks from countries with tighter firearms regulations); gone to a high-end Vegas strip joint with a bunch of hypnotists; hiked almost 14 miles in Yosemite after having planned to go for a 'bit of a stroll', and returning nearly crippled and with the soles peeling off my cheap boots; accidentally starting a (small but impressive) bar fight in Nashville; quite seriously threatening to break someone's teeth (thank god I didn't need to follow through on that one. She would've pulverised me) in New Orleans; surviving several attempted conversions with my agnosticism intact; being granted mystical insights; and hanging out with weird and wonderful people from every imaginable walk of life -- well, after all that, coming back to little old Sydney was always going to be a bit anti-climactic. Still, guess I'd better make the best of it and turn out some fresh scribblings for y'all. Stay tuned.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Foiled! Briefly</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 01:12:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My travel plans have hit a bit of a pothole -- seems my good-fer-nothing immune system had scheduled a nasty flu for this week without giving me prior notice. So I'll be hopping on a plane this weekend instead, still excited but also kinda snotty. Bet the poor sod in the seat next to mine is going to be thrilled. My trip might yet be cut short by a weird thyroid condition I've just had diagnosed. It's not at all serious, but if I'm unlucky I could wind up getting skinnier, crazier, bug-eyed and bald (until I get the right drugs, anyhow), in which event I imagine I'll look something like a myopic Gollum. 'Course, I'm not saying this mightn't be an improvement on my current appearance...<br /><br />Thanks for all the travel suggestions! Sorry I didn't reply to them earlier... I'll go do that now. Just as soon as I crack open a nice, cold box of kleenex... <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/sick.gif" width="32" height="18" alt=":sick:" title="Sick" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Skipping the country</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:22:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Evening my fine deviants, so it seems I'm hopping on a plane in -- good god! -- just under a week, incredibly ill-prepared, for three months in the beautiful US of A. I'm about as good at travel planning as I am at, y'know, posting artwork regularly or replying to messages, ie. <b>woefully bad</b>. So far, all's I got is a return ticket to San Francisco and the following list:<br /><br />Things I Plan To Do:<br /><br />- Try not to get eaten while riding Greyhounds (I'm told this only happens in Canada, though)<br />- Try not to get converted while riding Amtrak<br />- Blow, say, $10 in Vegas, reckless devil that I am (but think of the exchange rate!) <br />- Do a little <i>extremely cautious</i> urban exploration in NY<br />- Find the <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.holloworbs.com/EtidorhpaHome.htm">entrance to the hollow centre of the Earth</a>. Or at least do some caving, failing that.<br />- Get some old-time clawhammer banjo lessons<br />- Go to a UFO convention<br />- Go to that cemetery in Hollywood that inspired Evelyn Waugh to write <i>The Loved One</i><br />- Drink a thickshake in a kitschy '50s diner<br />- Sit in at a recording of <i>Letterman</i> (hopelessly daggy, I know, but I've been watching it for YEARS).<br />- Try not to get mugged (no mean feat when you're built like a strand of wet spaghetti, with a perennially perplexed expression and a tendency to wander) <br />- Catch a church service with some real gospel singing (again, trying not to get converted)<br />- Catch all the blues, jazz, folk, country and cajun music I can, trying all the while not give in to the urge to dance in that spasmodic, rhythmless kind of way only gawky young nerds can dance (that's going to be a tough urge to fight after a few beers, I tells ya).<br /><br />As you can see, not much in the way of concrete plans there... So can any residents of that fine nation possibly suggest anything else I oughtta do? Tell me tell me tell me! At the moment I just wanna go everywhere and see everything, or at least as much as my feeble Australian dollars will allow.<br /><br />-------<br /><br />On a wholly unrelated topic, these two sites have been single-handedly keeping me entertained for the past month. Some of you might enjoy 'em, if you're the sort who always kinda secretly wished your radio was the most advanced piece of technology in your life (surely I'm not the only one...?)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.oldradioworld.com/">Old Time radio shows</a> (<i>T Minus One</i>, <i>Sam Spade</i> and Vincent Price's <i>The Price of Fear</i> are some of my favourites)<br /><br />Also, some very fine <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://mp34u.com/publicdomain4U">public domain music</a>.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Introducing...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:46:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hiya folks, if you have a moment to spare, perhaps you could pay a visit to *<a class="u" href="http://chemicalcarnage.deviantart.com/">ChemicalCarnage</a>, one of the kids from a li'l drawing class I teach every Saturday morning. His name's Niall, he's 12 (I think he's 12, anyhow... dang, wish I were still 12...), and his current aspiration (last time I checked, anyhow), is to be a cartoonist in the style of Gary Larson. Worthy goal, that. He enjoys drawing guns, knives, blood, ghouls, comic book villains and assorted bloodthirsty historical figures, with or without their heads. He's just signed up to DA, and I'm sure he'd be stoked to clock up a few more pageviews and maybe get a helpful comment or two. He's a pretty imaginative young bloke... now if only I could keep him from teaching rude words to my boss's 7-year-old daughter...<br /><br />Cheers my dears, and many thanks for all your kind comments.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dang and nabbit</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 03:26:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... So right bang in the middle of my self-imposed exile from the internet (which stemmed partly from technical difficulties and mostly from, I dunno, apathy and communication fatigue), it seems the marvellous *<a class="u" href="http://el-roacho.deviantart.com/">el-roacho</a> and ^<a class="u" href="http://thiefoworld.deviantart.com/">Thiefoworld</a> tossed a DD my way for this modest little page <a href="http://adoradora.deviantart.com/art/Goodbye-Cruel-World-2-64079261">here</a>. ItÂs been great to read all your kind comments Â only wish IÂd fired up the olÂ hand-cranked computing device a few days sooner.<br /><br />It also provided some impetus for me to take a break from my main pastime (to which drawing comes a very distant second in terms of hours spent), namely self-loathing, and actually draw some stuff. So, all going to plan, and providing I manage to find an operational scanner, IÂma try to commit myself to posting at least three new comic pages before the week is out. Deviants are welcome to mail week-old herrings to me if I fail to comply (providing you can afford the postage).<br /><br />Also, a note on commissions. I have tried this a couple of times in the past and proven to be shockingly bad at it, so bad that I couldnÂt possibly charge money for it because the chances of my actually producing something I can bear to show you, and not just set fire to in disgust, are around 1 in 300. I donÂt know why this is Â some insidious form of self-sabotage I guess Â BUT if you would really like to commission a small work, (or quietly remind me that you already commissioned one 3 years ago), drop me a note. I really do need to get WAY better at following through on projects if this is going to be What I Do. Sorry, I seem to have just rambled on and on here, havenÂt I?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 22:30:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... So I think the lobotomy fairy must have visited me in my sleep, 'cause I'll be damned if I know where my mind has disappeared to. Damn bitch didn't even leave a dollar under my pillow. Surely it was worth at least that.<br /><br />Also, I ill-advisedly got Facebook a little while ago, which has more or less frightened me away from the internet altogether. Apologies to anyone I owe replies or comments to. I really oughtta do something about my problems with communication... soon... ish...<br /><br />... Hmmm, maybe my foggy-mindedness has something to do with the fact that my neighbours have taken to playing that shitty &#039<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";p" title="Wink/Razz" />oker face' song 30 times a day? Sure, I'll gladly give you a poker in the face... a red-hot poker... in the EYEBALL... nyeh heh heh...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Fagroon Klubble Klubble</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 07:42:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... That, folks, is the sound of the remnants of my artistic integrity a-tumbling down. Well, Perhaps I'm being dramatic. I just can't shake the feeling that, somewhere along the line, I may just have sold out. Eh, ignore my kvetching. Anyhow my fine folks, dumped unceremoniously into your DevWatch in-trays you may find a number of unbearably cheerful little scenes, all painted with a secret mixture of watercolour, asparatame, saccharine, phenylalanine and sorbitol. I've been working like a dog these past couple of months (by art student standards, at least), and this is a selection of the most interesting recent stuff I've done for the cartooning and illustration company I work for -- so you can just imagine what the other 70% must've been like. Most of these illustrations have since been mangled beyond all recognition and put into a children's how-to-draw book. Hopefully I'll be posting some of my own stuff before long. Before then, though, I've got a serious sleep debt to repay... guess I'd better do it before Morpheus sends someone around to kneecap me...<br /><br />Thanks, as ever, for all your kind comments!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Miss Unreliable 2008</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 00:38:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... That's me, folks. I have to shamefacedly admit that I took one look at the new DA format and, partly because much of it is too much for my poor, abused Dell Piece-a-crapÂ©, and mostly because new things confuse me, I've been neglecting this page for quite some time. Consequently I've completely dropped the bundle collaborations-wise and commissions-wise, and entirely missed the fact that <a href="http://theguture.blogspot.com/">this guy</a> has quietly released his long-anticipated masterpiece, <a href="http://thetumor.net/">The Tumor</a> (ya know, I really don't pimp talent nearly often enough on this page... and lord knows there's plenty of it sneaking around on DA if you know which dark corners to peer into). In news from Merrie Olde Sydney, I continue to draw boring, anodyne portraits of happy couples, fat old retiring telco directors with private yachts, the occasional head louse shampoo label, bad tattoo designs, TV antenna company mascots and snotty little Bar Mitzvah boys in order to keep myself in ink, tinned artichokes and second-hand books (what more, really, could one need?). I'm going to desperately need an antidote to this kind of saccharine crap before my brain turns to spun sugar (oops, bit of a mixed metaphor there...), so I'll try and do some new stuff soon... meantime, I'm sure I have some old stuff for you kicking around this post-apocalyptic mess of a bedroom someplace...  <br /><br />Hmmmm... the little emoticon below would have you believe I'm 'excited' rather than, more accurately, embarrassed and somewhat ashamed. Can't seem to change it, though...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>SHTOINK</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 00:57:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm up to my vestigal gills in seminar writing just now, so no art -- but for any Don Martin fans out there, I just wanted to share<a href="http://www.collectmad.com/madcoversite/index-dmd.html"> this</a> monumental slab of undiluted nerdliness with you. It may just be the best thing I've ever seen. Today, at any rate.<br /><br />For the link-shy among you, some edited highlights: <br /><br />AHH- AHH- Ahh Â. THOONOONN -- Iron Man Sneezing Inside His Iron Mask <br /><br />ARRARGLE! -- The Hulk Calling A Waiter <br /><br />BUKKIDA BUKKIDA BAKKIDA BAKKIDA BUKKIDA BUKKIDA BAKKIDA BAKKIDA -- Boxer Pummels Head Of Opponent <br /><br />FAGROON KLUBBLE KLUBBLE -- Food Mart Falling Down <br /><br />GISHKLURK -- Soup Parting as done by Moses <br /><br />SNAP PLOOBADOOF -- Wonder Woman Releasing Her Amazon Brassiere <br /><br />... etcetera. Heck, you barely even need the cartoons.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Also: <a href="http://www.donmartinshrine.com/gallery/g4_wake.jpg">[link]</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Gawd, I'm so cultured it hurts, I tells ya.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Note to self:</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 06:10:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>Ars longa, vita brevis</i><br /><br />... so MOVE YOUR ARS.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 07:35:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heya folks, sorry for being incommunicado these past few weeks... I've been working more or less full time at a cartooning company by day, cobbling together a few works for exhibitions by night, and plying my trade as a party cartoonist on the weekends (which, contrary to what I had imagined, is about as fun as passing a kidney stone, especially during the thick of the office Christmas party season; hours in dark, smoky rooms trying to turn sloshed, obnoxious old women into high-class hookers, and their equally drunk, equally unpleasant menfolk into Brad Pitt). In between all this, and probably before the year is out, I have to decide what in the heck I'm going to do with the Rest of My Life. ' Piss it up against the wall' is looking like the most likely option just at the moment. Anyhow, that's more than enough kvetching. In short, many, many thanks for your kind and helpful feedback, and I'm gonna take a day to browse through your comments and the latest crop of fresh, juicy deviations just as soon as I get a spare evening. Till then, best of luck surviving the silly season with the better part of your sanity intact (it's a near thing for me every year), cheers, mahalo, joy be with you, and so on, and so forth.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>'Too small'</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 08:02:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ -- Le Corbusier, on seeing the Empire State Building. Perverse old bugger.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Monday, Monday</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 04:44:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I took a few hours today from my hectic work-study-and-whistling-dixie scedule to wade through my GINORMOUS devwatch backlog at last -- my but you're a talented bunch, aren't you? Just wish you weren't so dang <i>prolific</i> too <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> Anyhow, I just surfaced for a moment to bring you these few meagre offerings (among which is my first real attempt at a comic -- four whole panels, folks! Expect the completion of my first graphic novel any day now <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> ). This'll probably be the end of my DA activity for a little while yet -- only trouble with my new job is that, after a day hard at work at the cartooning coalface, the <b>last</b> thing I want to do when I get home is draw. Grumble.<br />
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Thanks, as always, for your kind comments. I always get a huge kick out of the fact that a handful of you fine deviants enjoy my work, even if I can't reply to all your comments. So mahalo, blessings upon you, live long and prosper etc.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>That long ol' lonesome road</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 02:19:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Good evening to you, o denizens of DA, sorry for the delay in replying to your kind comments... Now that I'm Gainfully Employed again, I don't seem to have as much spare time to spend on the ol' interweb as I used to do. Between trying to avoid making a complete balls-up of the last semester of my degree, scribbling away furiously at work and commuting to and from work (which sits slap bang in the middle of an enormous public transport wasteland, where bus services appear to just terminate wherever the hell they like), I've been kept uncharacteristically busy. So it'll be all quiet on the deviation front for a while, but I shall return (like it or not!). Cheerio, my dearios.<br />
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And vale Ingmar Bergman, who I guess you could was finally checkmated by Death this week.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Great Thundering Thetans!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 21:13:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello my fine folks, hope you'll forgive me if I get a bit bloggy today... I'm too ornery to give in and get MySpace after holding out for so long, so in the rare event that my life gets interesting I have to resort to blathering about it here. Well, I'm a long-time fan of arcane and kooky religious beliefs, which may account for my many happy hours snooping around Blavatsky Lodge, the local Theosophical Society library, reading up on occult science, Gnostic cults and hollow earth theory. Anyhow, I was at a loose end in the city the other day, and since Id rather have taken a power drill to my temple than watched anything that was showing at the local multiplex, I decided to take the Scientologists up on the 'Free personality test' offer they're always spruiking. I arrived at their very nicely kitted-out Castlereagh Street premises, where an alarmingly friendly receptionist with a square-cut fringe whisked me through the doors to meet the yet friendlier woman (also with a square-cut fringe) who was to be my test supervisor. After I gave her a false name and the email address I use when I know a company is going to send me things I don't want, she sat me down in front of a fairly conventional personality test (do you ever have trouble sleeping? do you ever harbour unnatural thoughts about anteaters? sort of thing). Partway through I was distracted by finding a mysterious slip of paper in the biro I'd been given (I took the whole pen apart to get it out, but it just said 'Testing Room 4, Castlereagh St'. I suppose I didn't <i>truly</i> think it would be a secret message from L. Ron Hubbard, but still), and by a Dianetics seminar going on in the next room (of which I could hear little, unfortunately).<br />
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The test finished and my supervisor took me to watch an 'instructional video' while she processed my results. I was inordinately pleased to finally be getting a taste of what is, by most accounts, a rather thinly veiled attempt at brainwashing, and the video didn't disappoint. I even took notes, shameless dork that I am. The whole thing looked like it'd been shot through whatever cinematographic filter they use for <i>The Bold and the Beautiful</i> (my money's on Vaseline), and hosted by a very charismatic bloke in an awfully sensible suit with a tie chain. He began by showing off the various Scientology centres or 'Orgs' around the world, including the enormous 'Freewinds' cruise ship (apparently an 'advanced religious retreat' ). After waving their fabulous funding around (which didn't help the image they sometimes present of being one huge and well organised swindle), the narrator launched into a vicious diatribe against Materialism (in the existential sense, that is; they seem to be all for materialism in the buy-lots-of-crap sense), which included a brilliant refutation of the Theory of Evolution as an argument against religion; a shot of God cradling a monkey, then releasing it on Earth to go off and pass on its genes (and presumably its immortal soul). Mr Charisma then went on to give a potted biography of Hubbard himself (or should that be Himself?), which included a bust of the Buddha morphing into a bust of L. Ron (the connection was apparently that both claimed to be 'just a man' ). Apparently he conceived Dianetics (a sort of Scientological form of psychoanalysis... but DON'T make that analogy, they really don't appreciate it, considering they see the sciences of psychology and psychiatry as the greatest evils ever unleashed on mankind) as a force against government 'brainwashing' (always best to treat like with like, I suppose...).<br />
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Mr Charisma then stopped off in the museum bookstore, where he asked a very attractive young Scientologist (replete with square-cut fringe) to 'tell these good people what they can do to learn more.' Apparently this could be achieved by buying a 'starter pack' of about eight books. We were then whisked away to an immaculate and sumptuously decorated office, where a pretty blonde with a square-cut fringe was lovingly tidying a huge desk. It turns out that every 'Org' keeps a symbolic 'Office for Ron', which I found rather creepy -- no less that people, apparently unconsciously, kept referring to him in the present tense. <br />
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To cut an increasingly long story short (sorry, don't know what's gotten into me today -- I'm usually sensible enough to realise that no-one's interested in my silly opinions), we were then introduced to 'Auditing' which, after a few 12-and-a-half hour sessions (!) hooked up to the E-Meter, apparently raises the IQ 14 points and makes your personality exponentially better in every conceivable way. Psychiatry was singled out for a smack in the kisser here, for apparently being a ' Proven failure' that is 'injuring man's future'. Somewhere, I can't remember the context, came the sterling quote, 'Only a raving lunatic would try to harm scientology'. They also touched briefly on their Sunday church services and christe... ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Employment ho!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 00:07:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I may have just gotten myself a job! A real, actual, literal, positive, genuine, bona fide, fair dinkum job! And for all the yak-yakking about the bourgeoning casual jobs market  that  one reads in the local rag (which, having been a Burden to Society these past six months, I've had plenty of time to peruse), employment opportunities have been pretty thin on the ground. Could be I'm under-qualified; could be I'm just inept.  <br />
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'Course, I probably shouldn't speak too soon... in fact, ignore this journal! Pretend I never wrote it! Avert your eyes! Don't read it! You'll jinx it!!<br />
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Thanks as ever for all your kind comments, and apologies for not being able to reply to them all -- don't seem to spend as much time on the ol' interweb as I used to. These ol' typing fingers of mine are getting all stiff and arthritic -- can't see so well, neither -- then again, they do say it all starts falling apart once you hit the big two-oh...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Guerrillustration</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 19:30:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ G'day folks, not much to offer you today, I'm afraid -- just a few stray bits of brain lint which I've grouped together under the rather silly term 'guerrillustration'. They're quick, silly little drawings I've done to insert into library books, as a way of giving anonymous gifts to like-minded readers. There're a good 25 or so circulating around my university library at the moment, and here are the few I photocopied before releasing them into the wild. Yes, they rightly belong in scraps, but no, I'm afraid I don't have anything better for you at the moment... thanks, as ever, for all your kind comments!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Over the hill and far away</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 04:21:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dang, haven't been <i>here</i> in a while... this place could sure do with a fresh lick of paint. Yes folks, I'm still extant, and still drawing, after a fashion. I wish I could say that my life of high adventure has kept me from updating regularly, but... well, barring a brief jaunt down an eel-infested drain, adventure's been pretty hard to come by lately. Apart from that, I've just been loafing around, doing my damndest not to turn 20 (but it's not working!!!) I've just realised that I've wasted my youth, and not in the sex, drugs and rock-n-roll way. More like the celibacy, books and dixieland jazz way. Guess I'm just gonna have to bathe in the blood of virgins till I regain my youth... <br />
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By the way I haven't forgotten those commissions -- I promise you'll get them eventually!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Pen for hire</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 05:36:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Evening my fine, furry folks. Should anyone want to commission a work, I'll be happy to do it gratis, providing it's a) something that can be done in a relatively small time frame (no graphic novels, please), and b) at least passably interesting.  <br />
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In other news, should anyone else be a retro-futuristic architecture enthusiast (aw, c'mon. No point in denying it), take a jaunt down to the Venus Project (<a href="http://www.thevenusproject.com/">[link]</a>). The 'Project' consists of a single rather eccentric Florida couple, so far as I'm aware, but they have the most wonderful little stop-motion videos. I almost wish they <i>did</i> control the world.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Filthy lucre</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 00:57:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry folks, nothing worth scanning yet... got a creative block the size of the Hoover Dam (which, I have been informed, is Quite Large) to shift. Hopefully when i do, the resulting flood of deviations will be enough to flatten several small townships. <br />
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Till then, if you have a mind to, you can but some of my stuff at my dear friend Mme. Monique's website, 'AthleticAesthetics' (www.athleticaesthetics.net). All funds go to buy me ink, coffee, gouache, beer and other assorted substances. <br />
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Selling out -- er, signing off,<br />
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adoradora<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Redundancy ho!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 20:18:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heh, I appear to have quit my job. Didn't so much march out as slink out, but the result was the same.<br />
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Ah well, back to burdening society, I suppose...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Dang.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 00:11:59 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm BORED and I'm LONELY and I'm SOBER and I'm NOT GONNA TAKE IT ANY MORE! <br />
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... so I'm off to fix the latter problem, which seems to me to be the most easily rectifiable. Ta ta.<br />
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**Brief intermission**<br />
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They call that a <i>screwtop</i>?? Jesus. Apparently beer manufacturers don't take the delicate hands of female drinkers into account.<br />
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Aight, so my dear Miss <b>Anelis</b>, for whom I would certainly provide a link here were I able, has 'tagged' me. Apparently I have to tell you six "weird things" about myself. I don't even know if I can muster a whole six, but here we go...<br />
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1) I've been a vegetarian since I was eight<br />
2) I've been arrested, detained and given a recorded interview. I've been chased (and very nearly caught) by security guards a number of times.<br />
3) I smoked my first joint with my dad, at a friend's wake<br />
4) I used to skip school to go off on my own and whistle in local stormwater drains. On one occasion, I fell into a litter trap in a harbour drain while wearing my school uniform & had to sit through Latin class soaking wet & with seaweed in my hair<br />
5) I had my first kiss on the rooftop of an abandoned garbage incinerator<br />
6) I have a guilty love for daggy ol' dixieland jazz (Eastern European especially!) and early American folk, hence the banjo (at which I'm very slowly improving) and the jews harp (er, yeah... all I can say is that I'm sorry).   <br />
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So there you go. Not particularly weird, nor even terribly interesting, but what can you do? Nada, zip, zilch, goose egg, nought, nix. Ok my dears, I'm off to heckle people in the forums. Have yourselves a LOVELY night.<br />
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I told myself I would never become one of those blogger types, but it's a slippery slope I tells ya...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:41:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Went to the Hellfire Club, Sydney's premier fetish club, the other night. Saw some of the most enormous woman in the itsiest, bitsiest, teeniest, weeniest corsets you can possibly imagine. An educational experience, if nothing else -- I truly had no idea you could do so many things with PVC and a pair of breasts. Sat my modestly-dressed self down in a corner to draw the clientele, and got a lot of interest (and one declaration of undying love). So it looks like I'm all set to become the Toulouse-Lautrec of the Sydney S&M scene. Hell, I can think of worse ways to fritter one's life away. <br />
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In other news, my obscenely long uni holidays have just kicked off, so I'm unlikely to make any submissions (heh, submission... *ahem*) for some little time, dependant as I am on the uni scanners and speed-of-light internet connection. Will probably still be loafing around and making the occasional unhelpful comment, as is my wont. <br />
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... Anyone want a commission?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Yes! We have no mañanas</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 05:15:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a headache, a presentation due tomorrow, a brand-spankin'-new computer which doesn't work, an old computer full of irretrievable files, my kidneys hurt and I need a man.<br />
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Plus there's some new art  up! Cheerio, my dearios.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Oil, that is</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 20:50:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello my babies, hello my honeys, hello my ragtime gals,<br />
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I'm taking a brief hiatus to do some good ol'-fashioned oil painting in time for a Real Life exhibition next week, so I'm gonna put that collaboration offer on ice for a bit. Please do call back in a couple weeks when I'll be safely mired in boredom and despondency again, and will probably jump all over you and lick your face at the mere mention of a project. Anyhow, wish me luck -- I'm gonna try to teach myself oil painting AND turn out an exhibitable artwork at the same time, which should be... an experience, if nothing else.<br />
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Until next time folks, stay well and always paint fat over lean.<br />
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Or was it lean over fat??? Dang.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Needle nardle noo</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 21:30:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Greetings, ladles and jelly spoons. Just thought I should mention that commissions and proposals for collaboration are welcome. I'm not entirely sure how these things work... nor do I imagine that anyone will actually take me up on it... but the offer's there. My one caveat is that I'll only take on a project if it really interests me. <br />
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Thanks again for all your kind comments! May you always have happiness and asparagus. ]]></description>
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                <title>Well, slap my ass and call me Sally</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 07:26:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Good god, I thought finding that old 45 of classic steam train whistles AND my grandfather's Hungarian herring-pickling manual in one day was as good as it gets... Seems not! Hello, er, everyone, thanks for stopping by Adoradora's humble backroads art and rare gastropod gallery. Please do drop in anytime you like for a rambling, pointless chat (probably not unlike this one), a fresh, steaming plate of bad teenage art and a nice cup o' tea. I really wish I could reply to all your kind comments, but there's a heckuva lot of them (not that I'm complaining, you understand), so I'd just like to say a big THANK YOU to you all now. May your deviations always be shiny, your prints lucrative, and your pageviews as numerous as the stars of heaven etc. <br />
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Coming soon: Second-rate etchings + all the Fimo you can eat! ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Aug 2006 02:31:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, ok, so I didn't run off and join that jug band like I'd threatened. I'm sure the world is poorer for having missed out on my ice cold banjo stylings, not to mention my jews harp rendition of 'Stairway to Heaven.' Ah well, I'll not brood over what might have been -- instead, I'll just brood over what IS, namely that my computer has died a quiet death after a long illness, and I still have a creative block the size of the former Soviet Union (yes, ALL of it). So I've been forced by the former problem to feed parasitically on the internet connections of others, which partly accounts for why I've replied to so few of your kind comments. As to the latter problem -- I honestly and truly have no idea what to do about it. It's certainly going to put paid to my chosen career if it goes on much longer. Suggestions appreciated.<br />
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In less self-pitying news, have just done some CD cover art for an Aussie hip-hop outfit (my <i>favourite</i> musical genre! ... dang, forgot you can't express sarcasm on the computer. Some nerd somewhere should really do something about that). Might've refused on principal, but they managed to buy my personal integrity for $200. A more than fair exchange, trust me.<br />
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Good god, I think this may just be the longest journal entry I've ever written. A big, furry hello to the one person who's read this far. I'll leave the last word to Banjo Band Ivana Mladka, who sang (in Czech):<br />
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When you go to bed<br />
I hope you have a dream<br />
That I'm falling all over you like a little rain.<br />
I will soak you through, under your coat.<br />
Don't worry, I'll evaporate<br />
Just because I love you. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Pencils down</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2006 23:50:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Think I'd better quit this whole art gig while I'm ahead (or rather, while I'm only marginally behind). It just doesn't seem to be working for me. Guess I'll either take an extended hiatus or just run off and join a travelling jug band or something.<br />
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Cheerio, my dearios. ]]></description>
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                <title>On the Big Rock Candy Mountain...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Mar 2006 23:59:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...<i>you never change your socks/ and little springs of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks.</i><br />
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Hello folks, thanks for stopping by Adoradora's humble backroads art and used tinfoil gallery! Make yourselves right at home. Although I don't imagine anyone in their right mind would want one, I will do COMMISSIONS for nothing more than a little light praise & reasonable admiration.<br />
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PS: Anyone who can find me the banjo tablature for <i>Midnight in Moscow</i> by Kenny Ball and his Jazzmen gets a FREE artwork! An actual artwork on actual paper drawn with real, physically extant ink! Ok ok, don't all answer at once... ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 01:21:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh, it's just you. Nothing yet, kids. Come back when I'm done having my quarter-life crisis. <br />
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My kingdom for a scanner. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Soon, my pretty ones... Soooon</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:27:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just felt like typing something, really. Yes, am still alive. Well, for certain values of 'alive'. Will post something, sometime.<br />
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Til next time then, kids... be good to each other, eatcha greens, tip your waitresses, and for god's sake pull those bloody trousers up. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>COMING SOONish</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2005 02:00:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lonesome Valley Comix #1.<br />
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Tee hee, no-one reads this anyway.  Needle nardle noo. Goodnight mah  chillun. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>WE APOLOGISE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 06:02:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's probably best not to fullview any  of my stuff until further notice...  Thanks to those who (ever so tactfully)  pointed this out, and apologies  wherever necessary... ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2005 01:30:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>I looked up at the mass of stars and  signs in the night sky and laid myself  open for the first time to the benign  indifference of the world. And finding  it so like myself, in fact so  fraternal, I realised that I'd been  happy, and that I was still happy.</i> ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Done &amp; done.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2004 08:07:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So after many months of stagnating in  the backwaters of cyberspace, my DA  page has finally fufilled its intended  purpose...<br />
Unfortunately had to restrict myself to  files of such a size as could be  transferred by floppy disk 'cause I  can't make head nor tail of all the  software involved. Ah ineptitude.<br />
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A plague on digicams. Grumble. ]]></description>
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                <title>Back from Beyond...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2004 18:57:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... or New Zealand, if you will, where  men are men and sheep are nervous etc.  That's two weeks of summer I'll never  be seein' again (grumble grumble), but  worth it for beautiful Manapouri power  station. It's a power station AND it's  underground -- what more could a girl  ask? <br />
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In other news, have come into  possession of small, puzzling  instrument that calls itself a banjo  mandolin (or mando-banjo, or manjo,  depending). Anyone with advice  concerning playing, maintainance etc.  will have my eternal gratitude, which  admittedly isn't good for much but  looks dandy over a fashionable  mantelpiece. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Ying tong iddle I po</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 04:31:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This week saw long-delayed dawning of  21st C with the family purchase of  small, imitation metal DIGICAM!! It's  CUTE and CHUNKY and altogether far more  exciting than such a thing probably  should be. I just wish we could get the  dear wee thing to WORK. ]]></description>
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                <title>Still interminable after all these years</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 03:36:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Education: Done. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Dog on a Wet Tin Roof</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2004 18:46:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sat on the roof in the rain last night.  V. slippery. Cold. Had to take care not  to fall onto power lines. Had  out-of-body experience, though! Of  sorts, anyway. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>What's it all about?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2004 20:47:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What's it all about, Mr and Mrs John Q  Smith from Anytown, USA?<br />
<br />
<i>Well, it's about this long...</i><br />
<br />
And about this high... <br />
<br />
<i>And it's about this country...</i><br />
<br />
About which we're singing about.<br />
<br />
<i>This land is made of mountains,<br />
This land is made of mud,<br />
This land has lots of everything<br />
For me and Elmer Fudd.<br />
<br />
This land has lots of trousers,<br />
This land has lots of mousers,<br />
And pussycats to eat them when the<br />
Sun<br />
Goes<br />
Down.</i><br />
<br />
So how about <i>that</i> Mr Hippy? Mr Beatnik?  Mr  I-Don't-Want-To-Be-A-Homecoming-Queen?  What have you done for <i>me</i> lately?<br />
<br />
               - The <b>Firesign Theatre</b>  telling it like it was.<br />
<br />
****<br />
<br />
Evening all. If you're wondering why I  don't just take my business to  FictionPress.com, this page is just  warming the virtual seat until such  time as I can be bothered to haul my  lazy arse down to the internet cafe and  scan some drawings. Until that distant  day, I'd love some comments on my  poems... ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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                <title>Lost in the Interzone</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2004 05:38:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just noticed the journal function.  Neat.<br />
<br />
Pity I don't have anything to say. ]]></description>
                <author>~Adoradora</author>
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