This is what happens when I’m operating on little sleep. Melbourne airport becomes a wonderland of woah. I wish I was still in Melbourne (and somehow triplets) so I could see three Fringe events at the same time, but… it’s great to be home.
Pretty damned accurate, I must say. No, not photoshopped. That’s what it says.
Here’s something that had the storekeeper try to frighten me (“NO photos!) – but I was so dizzy-sleepy that I just started joking with him and we had fun. Persian fairy-floss!
“What is quadong?” I asked?
“About $24.95,” he said.
Even better – on the front Feature stand – The Book of Rachael!
Then I curled up for about three hours on a plane and I can’t feel my feet and I inhaled a packet of peppermint chocolate and I have a cat who is alternating between nibble-purring my face or pouting on the floor about how I’ve left her ALL ALONE for a whole CENTURY.
Blog-post about the Global Atheist Convention, comedians whose material I didn’t like; atheist women who said something about it on the STAGE and not just to the coordinators or online; amazing presentations; the most wonderful crew of a convention ever in the history of ever – and how I got kidnapped by Richard Dawkins and Ayaan Hirsi Ali… tomorrow.