Wednesday, April 30, 2008

April 2008

THE NEW DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE
by Fernando Magnifico

Buongiorno my friends, it is I, Fernando! The Lady Asterisk is indisposed this month, because a swarm of bees have moved into her hair. But do not worry, for I will be your astrologer today.

Last month, I announced that the star signs will be changing! The next few months will be exciting times. The times, they are always exciting for Fernando, but now they will be exciting for everybody else as well. Fernando will tell you more about that later, but first, Fernando is very excited that he has received a letter from one of his readers. Fernando is used to people coming up to him in the street to ask him questions (often that question is "Hey mister, can you spare a few pennies?" or "Are you interested in learning the good news about Om?") but this is his first letter from a reader.

Mrs W. from Unseen University writes:

    "Dear Mister Magnifico,

    Ai am your greatest fan and love to read your horoscopes and to learn more about you. Ai hwork as house-cleaner to many fine gentlemen of a hwizardly persuasion, and would never hear a word said hagainst them, but sometimes they vex me so with their bad habits and lack of grooming. How can Ai convince them to take better care of their happearance like you do?"


Fernando believes that it is his duty to always look magnificent for the ladies and the gentlemen who look at him. Fortunately, this is not difficult for Fernando! But even so, it takes Fernando many hours every day to look as good as he does, and many many men are not willing to put in that much hard work. But Fernando will teach you a secret that was taught to him by his dear older sister Rosita. "Fernando," she said, "if you want a man to pay more attention to himself, start by complimenting him on whatever you want them to fix." (But of course she said that in Brindisian, in which it sounds much more beautiful, like Rosita herself). So if you want your employers to groom their beards, or at least remove the crumbs and food scraps from them, you should compliment them on what manly, thick beards they have, and how magnificent they would look with the occasional combing. Fernando does not grow his beard, but he brushes his hair twice a day, to remove the knots and also the small biting animals that Ankh-Morpork has in such abundance.



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

If you are a Hogger, the stars say that this is a good month for building an Empire. Fernando is a man of peace, but he remembers sitting at his grandfather's knees and listing to the stirring tales of ancient Brindisi, when men like the Emperor Julius Aurelius Ramone Cannelloni III carved out an empire reaching to the mountains of Uberwald and the famous ports of Ghat. If you too have an army of ten million men, you can also conquer the surrounding cities and tribes and become Emperor. Just don't let the Patrician find out about your plans.



The Half-Eaten Sandwich 21 Apr - 21 May
(formerly Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips)


This is the first of the signs which are changing this month. Those of you formerly known as Gahooligans will find the next few weeks will be a time of change as you leave the influence of Gahoolie while coming under the influence of the Half-Eaten Sandwich. How fortunate for you Munchers, as you are now known, that this month both signs agree in their influence: Cobblers! For the first half of the month, the stars favour a career as a cobbler, shoe-maker or booterer. This is good news for Munchers who are already shoe-makers, like Fernando's uncle Giovanni, but for those who aren't, just wait and towards the end of the month the Half-Eaten Sandwich's influence will take over and you will find yourself having cravings for cobblers: apple cobblers, peach cobblers, and if you are a lady who is making the little bambinos, bacon and Wahoonie cobblers.



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

For Hernians, the stars reveal this month that it is a good time to further your education. Perhaps you would like to learn another language, like Fernando whose tongue is very talented and speaks many languages fluently? Or you wish to learn the natural philosophy? When Fernando was a young man, still innocent to the ways of the world, he would go on long walks through the countryside with Sophia the baker's daughter, and we would pick flowers and study the birds and the bees and the natural philosophy. Or perhaps you want to study the stars at the feet of the Lady Asterisk, as Fernando has done? Or even become the expert on heraldry, and help the Dragon King of Arms with his project to rebuild the city's records after the fire some years ago. All these things you can do this month. The stars have spoken!



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

For Staffies, this month the stars predict the crash of bricks, clouds of cement dust and the squelch of mortar being slapped with a trowel: this is a good month for bricklayers. For the next few weeks, the stars say you should not fear dropping a load of bricks on your foot, or having a bag of cement burst next to you, or having your apprentice drop your lunch into the mortar, or the mortar into your lunch. Carry your hod with pride, for the stars smile upon you.



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

This month, the stars say that this is a good time for those born under Bilious to become a henchman or henchwoman. There is no shortage of Dark Lords, crime bosses, mad doctors who can't get the Igor, fanatical priests and mothers of would-be prima ballerinas who need a henchman or ten to do their dirty work. Somebody has to do it, and no self-respecting Dark Lord would be caught dead dragging the Hero to a horrible death in his dungeons himself if he can afford to have a minion do so.

(If you are looking for a boss, Fernando knows a man who knows a man who knows a dwarf who knows a man who can put you in touch with the barber who cuts the hair of the brother of the capo of the Purple Hand society.)



The Celestial Parsnip 24 Aug - 23 Sept
(formerly Mubbo the Hyena)


The Parsnip has returned! Long ago, deep in the mists of time [it was actually a little more than four years ago -- Ed.], the Celestial Parsnip ruled the horoscopes of those who today are under the sign of Hoki the Jokester. But Great A'Tuin moves, and the Parsnip gave way as Hoki the Jokester moved into its place. Great A'Tuin continues to swim through the icy depths of space, and the Parsnip has come back into position -- but four signs earlier in the year, ruling over those who used to be ruled by Mubbo. Confused? Do not fear, for Fernando has checked his sums, and if you were a Mubboon, now you are a Snippy!

(Fernando sneers at Roundworld astrologers, who pay no attention to the change of position of the stars as their world moves. Fernando does not approve of such sloppiness, and is sure that no good will come from it.)

The parsnip is a humorous vegetable, the punchline of many jokes which Fernando is much too polite to repeat, and many a quiet bachelor or spinster has been known to purchase more parsnips than any stew-for-one could possibly contain. As a Snippy, formerly a Mubboon, you may find unfamiliar thoughts and feelings, and may entertain certain private speculations about parsnips and perhaps even other root vegetables. Do not be concerned! Fernando can tell you, these thoughts and feelings are only natural, especially in Spring, for the Celestial Parsnip rules the glands, especially the glands concerned with the romance.



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Last month, the stars were cruel to Boring'uns, and predicted the exciting career as a technomage. If you have managed to avoid being transported into the Dungeon Dimensions or the Wrong Trousers of Time, Fernando has good news for you! For the stars this month are kind and considerate, like Fernando himself, and favour a career as junior clerk, third grade, where the most exciting thing that you can expect is to catalogue the catalogues. And if the Lady smiles upon you, you can look forward to many years of being overlooked for promotions.



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Fernando is saddened that many people can never be more than a pale shadow of his magnificence. Fernando, as well as being humble, is compassionate towards those who suffer under the burden of not being Fernando. This month, Fernando also feels compassion for Andies, for the stars will not be kind. Andies can expect a month of stubbed toes, spilt milk, sausages-inna-bun from Mr C.M.O.T. Dibbler, Feegles in the drinks cabinet, and visits from Omnians bearing pamphlets. But do not worry, for this too shall come to pass, and you can comfort yourself with the thought that at this difficult time Fernando sends his sympathy.



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

Do you want to live an exciting life beyond city and the law, living by your wits, with every man's hand turned against you? Then you are very fortunate, for this month the stars recommend that Footies like yourself take on the exciting and dangerous, but very rewarding, career of chicken rustling. Out on the Octarine Grass Country, chicken-farmers from Quirm and Pseudopolis raise vast herds of Old Morporkian Bantams, Brindisian Leghorns, Klatchian Game Fowl and Burpingtons. Fernando feels sorry for the Pseudopolitans, but the Quirmians and their cheating footsballers do not deserve chickens.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

Hokians are known for their mischievous sense of humour, and the stars say that this month will be a good time to let your imagination run wild with the practical jokes, japes and gags. But Fernando must warn you: there are many people who do not appreciate the Ankh-Morporkian idea of a good joke, like the burning bag of dog-doings on the front step, putting salt in the sugar jar, stink bombs, or gluing a cat inside somebody's hat. So be imaginative, be safe, and especially be far away when you are found out.



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Every day Fernando gets many letters from kind Morporkian business men telling him that he can make money fast. Fernando is very grateful for their offers, but Fernando's needs are simple and he is already making enough to pay the bills, and a little extra to send home to Mamma, may the Gods smile upon her. But for Gazundians, this month the stars say that you too can make money fast, as much as you want, for the stars recommend you take up a career as a banker. All you need is a charter from the Patrician, a large expensive building made of marble, and a top hat, and you too can have a licence to make as much money as you want.



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

Fernando wishes to make love, not war, but Fernando is also a realist and knows that there is always a war or revolution happening somewhere. This month, war is good news for Umbragians, because the stars say you should take up arms dealing. Igors may also sell legs. If you are especially keen, you should consider travelling to faraway lands and whipping up some new business. Just stay out of Brindisi.



A NOTE FROM FERNANDO:

Next month: one more sign will change! But do not fear, for Fernando will guide you through these tumultuous times! Ciao bella!

Clog post 11 with Rock Melee

THE CLACKS LOG OF WEIRD ALICE LANCREVIC

Post 11. THE GANG'S ALL HERE...NOT

First Clog: "Despatches from the front and sides..."

Greetings from Pseudopolis! Well, from the suburbs of Pseudopolis. All right, the suburb. Though the city is growing fast these days, they say. Of course, I've never been here before, but it's not what I'd call a megalopolis, so there's plenty of room for growth. Nowhere near as sleepy and boring as Quirm though! We spent a few weeks there after I got back to myself, as it were, but Cert thought that moving on would be a good idea and he was right. I found it very strange, being in a place I'd been in for most of my life but never been to before; everything was familiar -- too familiar -- and yet all different. No Oolstacky Fried Albatross, for a start. No underground resistance fighters either...just everyday life and the semi-invisible hand of Ankh-Morpork's renowned commercial empire in every shop and market. Also, the place is full of tourists. And buskers. Some of them singing my songs!

The last time I saw A-M, the other A-M, it was just starting to rise again, phoenix-like, from the post-RPI ruins. I definitely want to go back (if spending a few heart-stopping minutes dashing in and out of doors in Empirical Crescent counts as going there in the first place) and see it as it's always been in this reality, but as we were relatively close to Pseudopolis, that's where our resumed journey took us first. Pseudopolis has always seemed like a place where people are from rather than of, and no Pseudopolitans I've ever met were at all keen on going back. So here we are, and there's what amounts to an undeclared festival going on in the city: a busking competition and a Thud tournament, plus all manner of Olde Folkwayes activities -- yes, that includes Morris dancing. We're staying at The Plains Hostel, an inn about four miles from the city walls, because it's cheap...the trouble with falling back through a magical rift in the multiverse is that you can't take it (any "it") with you, especially not money! Cert was odd-jobbing in Quirm while he waited for me, a spell here and a potion there, but we're now fairly hand-to-mouth and I don't like relying on him anyway. Luckily, there's a branch of Goatberger's in Pseud, so I should be able to get some royalties Clacksed through there.

Speaking of the Clacks, I have news from the old travelling gang! A number of messages got forwarded to Quirm while I was "away". It seems quite a lot has happened to my erstwhile companions since we parted company, and since the recent drop in C-mail rates means people no longer have to abbreviate and leave out little things like punctuation, no translation is required. I've had my imp copy them across into this post. There's one from Listeria Curtsey...

My dear girl, I hope this finds you in good health and good voice. I had a simply fascinating time in Genua. How the days flew by! So many exquisite poisons, so little time. But as I promised, I have "made it" to Ankh-Morpork and all is well. My cousin made good on her promise of lodgings, and thanks to my dear niece Anaglypta I have a trustworthy young lady to help me with my little items of specialised shopping. So very much to do, my days are quite full and I'm quite the "busy bee", as they say. I have a small teaching position at that ancient institution of learning, the Assassins' Guild, and another part-time position teaching at that institution of ancient learning, the Seamstresses' Guild. I seem to be ever so popular with the young men and young ladies of both! Who would have ever thought they would have so much interest in a maiden lady of the "old school", eh? I seem to have stumbled upon a little "side line" as well, making potions for some of my young charges. I do hope your young man won't be jealous!

Do drop by when your travels take you here, as I know Ankh-Morpork is on your itinerary. I look forward to having another "warble" with you, my dear, and I am sure you and I have much to talk about. Oh, and if you happen across any samples of Krullian Nightshade or Widow's Friend, please do drop me a line. This may be the Disc's leading centre of commerce, but some essentials are in mysteriously short supply!

All the best, your friend,
Listeria Curtsey (Miss)
curtsey1@creativecookery.AM


...and one from Elena:

Darling Aliyushka -- or should I perhaps say dahlink Alice? -- for I do not think you recognise me without the accent! But yes, it is I, Elena Lassinova, still alive and still on the run. My family have unowned me with the greater vigour, so now I stay with yennork underground and with others sympathetic to my cause. The cause I am hoping did not give you too much of inconvenience when the villagers with their pitchforks and the reactionaries among my race arrived, yes? I believe in having the choices when it comes to females and the bodies, and I am thinking you do also. I am sending many rousing pamphlets to the young of werekind, also with the slogans, "Raise your paw for free choice!" and "Litter-sisters, you are more than just a puppy farm!", and hoping of success even though some say I am just the uppity bitch.

I miss you and am thinking with fondnesses of our happy times together. If you reply to me at this Clacks office, someone will forward to me the message. But I must go now. I can smell the scent of burning pitch coming nearer. Take care, Aliyushka, and thank you for the biscuits.

Elena x x x
actimorph@LitterLess


...and some fascinating news from Mr Kakhand and Semolina back home:

Hello Alice, I hope you're keeping well. Your harp is untouched in the storeroom of the Loser. Much activity here in Lost Wages since you left, I think your songbooks and your famous Clacks log have something to do with that, a lot of people are asking for you and I don't think you owe any of them money. Maybe when you get back you still wouldn't mind taking a booking or two for old times sake. I've refurbished the inn and several other things of interest happened, but not that interesting really. Well, that's about all, I'm not much for writing things down apart from bulk beer orders.

Yrs trly,
Z. Kakhand
loser@lost_wages


Alice sweetheart, Papa probably hasn't told you because he's not much for writing things down apart from bulk beer orders, but LW is absolutely hopping now! That's right, LW is returning to its former glory, and Papa has a piece of the action! He's reopened the old casino across from the Loser and it's like a licence to mint pennies. Not that I'm lacking in pennies these days, life at the Seamstresses' Guild suits me just fine. I think Papa is a bit cross because I hardly ever have time to help him behind the bar now, but really, having a Guild house here is a lot of the reason why customers are flocking in. As I told him, after they come to me and come they come to him. I don't think he gets the joke, but we're all girls together so I know you do. Oh, and he's grumbling about me not getting married and making babies, it's always "but who will take over the Loser after I'm gone?" Not that I wanted to anyhow. What I have my eye on now is the top job, one day I want to be "Mrs K" and I don't need a husband for that kind of Mrs! But for all Papa grumbling, he misses you lots. Don't forget to C-mail us when you're coming back, the girls and I will throw you the best party ever! Hope you're having fun and meeting lots of juicy lads. Best wishes, dearie! p.s. how good is my C-name? "Odalisque" is Quirmish, I think, or maybe Brindisian, but it doesn't half sound exotic, beats Semolina the Barmaid hands down!

Semolina o_O
odalisque@NegotiableAffection.org


...and a very surprising one from, of all people, Rudney Urch. For an obnoxious 14-year-old nerd we gave to the Litigian bandits as a slave, he's been rather enterprising:

The Urch is back! Haha. I bet you thought you'd never hear from me again? Well, you were wrong! I am now an INTERNATIONAL SOURCE OF INFORMATION ON ALL THINGS and I am AWESOME. Not even 16 yet and a TYCOON! You might want to check out the Ask Rudney network. I might even give you a discount, haha again.

So how, do you ask (and it won't even cost you), did I escape from the bandits when you lot voted to leave me with them? Well, I didn't. I walked away a free Urch. After I taught them about the campaigns of Tacticus and the Brindisian hill clans' tribute system and how to build better weaponry, they were so successful that King Hans offered to adopt me as his heir! But I decided to make my own way in the world so I took a bag of gold instead (I learned some things myself, as a bandit slave) and went to A-M and contacted Carlton/Winton/Emery (the GNU) and we worked out a new way to speed-clacks packets of information and now I am RICH. So all that time I spent indoors with my nose in a book made me ALL WIN, haha.

Anyway, no hard feelings, haha, and I even hope you're having a good time and haven't done anything stupid like getting captured by pirates or getting lost on the Counterweight Continent! If you are ever in A-M look me up. I'm the first big mansion on the left in Scoone Avenue. And remember, ASK RUDNEY!

Be cool,
The Urch
rudney@ask_rudney


...while Mr Num, unsurprisingly, hasn't changed much at all:

Sister Alice, I hope this message finds you hale and whole and that you have opened your heart to the Word of Om. After many travails among the heathens of Circadia who heeded me not and were as the harsh grains of desert sand beneath the tender hooves of blessed St Bobby, I have moved on to carry on my ministry in the holy land of Omnia itself. For I was sore vexed with the unheeding, and as Holy Ossory himself said, "Woe unto him who raises his hand unto his brother, dealing with him as unto an Infidel" (Ossory, Precepts XI, verse 16), and though indeed we be all brothers I found great difficulty.

Here in Omnia there are many confusing interpretations of the Word of Om. But yea, it is not for me to judge, for that is the province of Om :"We are judged in life as we are in death" (Ossory III, chapter VI, verse 56). So I shall continue, even unto death when I shall be judged.

Yours in the Word,
Versus Num
brother_num@onetruefaith.OM


...and not forgetting the Verdants -- Lothar, Tessica, Athelred and
Rumbustia -- who sound as if they're getting on well down in Genua:

Greetings, Mlle Lancrevic! Life in Genua has been kind to our little enterprise... yes, we are doing very well for ourselves... expanded our little haberdashery shop & Tess has gone into the fashion business...our Zom-B-Cool line of casual wear for the modern Genuan is all the rage... Athelred is doing well for himself, may well be marrying into the local gentry... this climate encourages one to let down one's hair and unbutton one's collar, but there is far too much to do.. if you are interested in our new spring catalogue, let me know by return mail, it is a bargain at AM$1 plus postage... yours sincerely...

Lothar and Tessica Verdant, proprietors
fashion4u@merchants.Gen


Hey babe, you OK these days? I bet you want to hear all about me. I've got my foot well under the table here. Ella, that's the Baroness, has a smashing circle of friends. I'm getting a lion's share of posh nookie, no surprise there really. Sling me a line and we'll do lunch. Got to fly now, more admirers, you know how it is, 'k? Ta-ta for now.

Stay loose,
Ath
hotparts@nobs.Gen


Hiya Hot Licks! What goes? I guess you know by now that I'm a fully qualified lady of the night, and what with brother dearest bunging all that gentrified trade my way, I'm often as not a lady of the knight too. Know what I like about Genua? All these hot men, and I get paid for it! What's not to like? I heard you got captured by pirates -- come on, you can tell me, were they sexy ones? Did they ravish you? Nothing like a good ravish to get the blood flowing -- and did you ever make it to Agatea? I hear those Auriental men can do things our men don't even know how to dream of. Oh, and Genua has some hot ladies too, and the other night there was this booking that -- well, I don't know if I can tell you because the Clacks lines might catch fire if I did! And to think I'd always been told that being a Seamstress was hard work. Maybe other girls don't have their minds at the right level, hey?

Don't forget to write and make it juicy! That's all for now, I've got some leather and chains to oil and Mrs LeClerc wants to go over my roster to see if there's any customers I can give away to the other girls because I'm getting the most work. Oh well, it can't all be fun and games.

Miss you much,
Rustie
unfettered.unless.otherwise.desired@NegotiableAffection.org


So our original party of nine have seen some interesting times, that's for sure. When I answer these, I think I'll skip over the whole lived-and-died-in-another-world thing and just stick with the parts of my travels that were less...complicated.

Suppertime soon. There's music on at the inn tonight and I've been asked to do a turn, but I don't think I'm quite ready to go back to Barding just yet. It's...complicated.

Here endeth this post.

* * *


Second Clog: "As I walk though the Valley..."

Went to the Thud tournament yesterday. Amazing stuff. No so much the game itself, which seems to be a cross between a sort of chess with extra added violence and the old standbys Cities at War and I'm Tacticus, but the players...! Growing up in the mountains as I did, I never thought I'd see the day when dwarfs and trolls would gather together non-violently under one roof (or in this case, one marquee tent in the city square), or ever hear dwarfs speaking Trollish and trolls speaking Dwarfish. And so many players. There were dozens of tables -- it was an early allcomers' round -- manned, or I suppose, personned or beinged by all the major two-legged species, even a couple of gnolls...there were trolls and vampires swapping sunscreen recipes -- lots of handshakings without axes or clubs involved...simply amazing. Things have truly changed since the revelation of the Secret of Koom Valley, and it makes this mountain girl proud to see it happening in her own lifetime...

There was also beer, naturally. Lots of beer. Dwarf beer and troll beer and Pseudopolitan beer and imported genuine Ankh-water beer and even faux Blutwein for the Black Ribboners. But -- another surprise -- the players were only drinking sparingly, to keep their wits sharp I imagine. So plenty of "battles" but no fights, no belligerent singing of contentious anthems, no thrown axes...hey, I remember some "friendly" games of I'm Tacticus back at the Sore Loser that were far less civilised ("friendly" meaning "more insults with every round of drinks consumed"), ending in punch-ups and wrecked furniture, and those players were nearly all from the same species! Not to mention some games of Cripple Mr Onion where the crippling part got taken rather literally. Mind you, there was plenty of competitive spirit in the Thud tournament itself. The audience, supporters and insolent bystanders, did go for some rowdier egging-on, but the organisers had the sense to station armed dwarfs and trolls around the perimeter so nothing got out of hand. I bought a t-shirt (KOOM VALLEY ANNUAL TOURNEY: EVERYTHING BUT THE BLOOD) from a trollish trader called Shave-Me-Own-Lichen-Off Dolomite, and stuck around for a few hours just watching. Thud is a slow game! But a group behind the main tent were playing Speed Thud, so I did get to see a few complete matches. Real Thudmeisters and other serious players don't think much of Speed Thud because they say it's for poseurs and lacks elegance; there was more quaffing and less silence though, so it makes for a better spectator sport...

Back in the main tent, there was a stir when two of the most famous Thudmeisters, Haakon Hammerslinger and Big Topaz, arrived to watch the round. There were cheers from the main supporters' groups -- the Shaftproppers, as they're known, and the Luglarrs -- and did I mention the friendly insults? It's amazing to see and hear dwarfs and trolls cheerfully throwing around epithets at each other, the sort that any one of once could have started a full-scale species war, and doing it with affectionate grins (hard to see through the dwarf beards, but there's no mistaking the flash of a full set of diamond troll teeth). Haakon had a club taller than he was, Topaz was wearing a dwarf battle-axe on a chain around his, well, where his neck would be if he had one, and they were buying each other rounds and encouraging the players in very strong language indeed. Priceless.

* * *


I ended up doing a gig last night after all. But not at the inn -- at the tournament! I'd somehow got to talking with Haakon, and it turned out that some of the players recognised me from that beery night at the mine propping convention in Burnt Hedge and others recognised me from that wild night in DownTown, so I got introduced to everybeing who was anybeing there and later in the evening I sang for hours and then backed Haakon and Topaz as they sang a memorable duet I'd helped them write:

    HAAKON:
    Me with the dwarf bread, kickin' ev'ry troll's head
    Axe swingin' high and a whole lotta street cred
    Wave your axe if you do follow Tak
    Are we digging? - dwarfs, they can!
    I throw (dwarfs!)
    You shove (trolls!)
    Mister Shine, him diamond
    I've got the Kruk, gonna show a lot o' hole
    Say, "Mister Shine, him diamond!"

    I'm a knee-level shyster, just call me Thudmeister
    Ev'ry move, ev'ry play
    King Rhys, can you hear me?
    Wukwuk "rocks", do you fear me?
    I feel lucky today

    I don't wanna "rock" melee
    But I'm such a success at Thud
    It ain't gonna stop today
    I'm a dwarf and I'm out for blood!


    TOPAZ:
    Shakin' down a rockface, groovin' like a Slab case
    Ice-cold head, just call me "hard place"
    Got a coolin' helmet, I'll be nicely bright
    So when I block the flight
    Me box you tight (Right!)
    You can't think tough? Then you're with the wrong side
    See, Koom is just a valley
    If you can't make a shove but your best trolls tried
    Say, "Koom is just a valley!"

    I'm der champion species, capturin' pieces
    My Gahanka is loud
    Kzad-bhat, can you hear me
    Diamond King, are you near me
    See me doin' you proud

    I don't wanna Kruk doomsday
    But you makin' me raise der fuss
    You can say "Gr'duzk" all day
    But your piece all belong to us!


    TOPAZ AND THE LUGLARRS:
    Thud play ain't simple --
    Some shortarse wimp'll sneak up and smite


    HAAKON AND THE SHAFTPROPPERS:
    Thud rules ain't simple
    But when you're feelin' it, feelin' it, feelin' it


    ALL:
    Play all night!

    (lots of lute breaks here)

    TROLLS:
    I don't wanna "rock" melee
    But I'm such a success at Thud
    It ain't gonna stop today
    I'm a dwarf and I'm out for blood!


    DWARFS:
    I don't wanna Kruk doomsday
    But you makin' me raise der fuss
    You can say "Gr'duzk" all day
    But your piece all belong to us!


...and so on. And as we finally ground and thumped and twanged to a stop:

    TOPAZ: "AaDb'thuk?"

    HAAKON: "Ggroohauga!"

    ALL: "T'dr'duzk b'hzg t't!!!"


* * *


And then there was beer.

* * *


Tomorrow, Ankh-Morpork. I've already done the world...

-- Alice


Note for Roundworlders: the original lyrics for Rock DJ can be found at
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/robbie+williams/rock+dj_20116791.html

Monday, March 31, 2008

Clog post 10 with The Reaper, Lilith

THE CLACKS LOG OF WEIRD ALICE LANCREVIC

Post 10. WITH A SONG IN MY HEART, UM, IMP

This is going to be a very short post, due to my having some technomancy issues with my new Gooseberry Mk IX PDA (that's a Personalised Demonicommunication Activator, in case anyone forgot). Until I can get my imp to do anything but take down songs, I'll have to hold the news and stick to the music. Even this paragraph will be short, because singing words with no rhythm is HARD!

So he-eeere aaaarrrre a cou-ple of neeeewwww songgggsss...

THE REAPER

On a warm summer's midnight
In the small town of Sheepridge
I met up with the Reaper
An apprentice he did seek
Then he stopped Time a-movin'
Interviewed me in the darkness
Ill portents overtook me
When he began to speak

He said, MORT, I'VE SPENT MY 'LIFE'
SEEING FEAR ON PEOPLE'S FACES
KNOWING WHAT THEIR FATES WERE
BY THE PLAY OF FALLING SAND
NOW, DO YOU HEAR BINKY NEIGHING?
SOON WE'LL LEAD HIM THROUGH HIS PACES
THOUGH THE JOB'S RATHER RISKY
I'LL OFFER YOU MY HAND.

So I gathered all my bottle
Even though my heart was hollow
Then I jumped on Binky's back
And cantered through the sky
And my Boss got Death-ly quiet
Then made this bold confession:
IF YOU MEAN TO LEARN MY TRADE, BOY
YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN TO SWING A SCYTHE

YOU'VE GOT TO KNOW HOW TO SCRY THEM
KNOW WHEN TO SCYTHE 'EM
KNOW HOW TO STALK AWAY
KNOW WHEN YOU'VE WON
YOU NEVER COUNT YOUR HARVEST
WHEN YOU'RE SHOVELLING THE STABLES
THERE'LL BE TIME ENOUGH FOR DOUBTING
WHEN THE DUTY'S DONE.

Every Reaper knows
Those seekers of survival
Who, hoping they can find a way
Try hiding - futilely
'Cause every saint and sinner's
A future coffin-user
And the best they can hope for
Is that THERE'S ONLY ME.

And when he finished teaching
He turned back to the Duty
Scratched out a cancelled Node
And rode off to collect
And somewhere in the darkness
Another bod stopped breathing
But in His leaden words
I found a job that I'd respect

YOU'VE GOT TO KNOW WHEN TO FREE THEM
KNOW WHEN TO LEAD 'EM
KNOW HOW TO WALK THROUGH WALLS
KNOW EVERYONE
YOU NEVER READ LIFE STORIES
WHEN YOU'RE SAT AT ALBERT'S TABLE
THERE'LL TIME ENOUGH FOR QUESTIONS
WHEN THE DUTY'S DONE

YOU'VE GOT TO KNOW WHEN TO SCARE 'EM
KNOW WHEN TO SPARE 'EM
KNOW HOW TO TALK THIS WAY
KNOW IT'S NOT 'FUN'
DON'T EVER COURT MY DAUGHTER
WHEN YOUR CLOAK OF NIGHT'S ENABLED
THERE'LL BE TIME ENOUGH FOR COURTING
WHEN THE DUTY'S DONE.

* * *


LILITH

It's close to midnight
And something evil's lurking in his pond
Under the moonlight
You see two snakes transformed to "belles du monde"
You start to scream
But that's against the city regulations
You start to freeze
As mirror magic takes you by surprise
You're Lilith-ised

'Cause this is Lilith - Lilith, right?!
And no-one's gonna save you from my mirror magic might
'Cause this is Lilith, Lilith - right!
You're frightened for your life because the mirror's
Killing
Tonight!

You see those dark eyes
And realise you'll have to wear that gown
You feel that cold hand
And twig the Duc's a frog who wants a crown
Your coach has mice
Your would-be rescue shows imagination
Though Magrat's nice
You see the future creeping up too fast
In shoes of glass

'Cause this is Lilith - Lilith, right?
You'll never stand a chance against the Narrative tonight
You know I'm Lilith, cold as ice
You're frightened for your life because the mirror's
Willing
To fight!

Old stories call
And no sister of mine can can unwind the tale
There's no escaping the forced Happy Ending, not this time
Your fate is mine
You'll be a pond-dweller's wife...

No-one abets you
Your fairy godmum's wetter than a hen
Duc will undress you
It's just a matter now of where and when
You're out of time
And Mrs Gogol's gris-gris can't assist you
Tonight's the night
No matter what those biddies say to you
You'll say 'I do"

For this is Lilith...Lilith? - right!
See, I control you more than Lancre's best would dare to try
I'm Lady Lilith, proud and bright
So let me hold you tight
And make the mirror
Clearer
Nearer
Lilith rules tonight!

Darkness falls across the Disc
The fated wedding? - can't touch this!
Creatures crawl, a Zombie stomp
To terrorise your local swamp
And whosoever fails to grin
Will find my patience wearing thin
Just stand aside, you're in my town
Or splat! - I cannot be brought down!
The finest folks are at the Ball
The funky Zombies heed my call
And even Nanny's trusty broom
And Magrat's wand won't stay your doom

And those who fight on Esme's side
Your very souls be undone
For no mere mortal can resist:
See, I know I'm The Good One!


-- Aaaa-lice


Note for Roundworlders:

Original lyrics for The Gambler can be found at
http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/rogers-kenny/the-gambler-8525.html
or http://tinyurl.com/9cw8c

Original lyrics for Michael Jackson's Thriller can be found at:
http://www.lyricsondemand.com/m/michaeljacksonlyrics/thrillerlyrics.html
or http://tinyurl.com/5cuyr

March 2008

THE NEW DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE
by Fernando Magnifico

Buongiorno to my good friends! The Lady Asterisk is unavailable this month, for she is suffering with the stomach cramps from eating too many strawberries. But do not worry, for it is I, Fernando Magnifico, and I shall be your astrologer today.

When Fernando journeyed to Ankh-Morpork from his little village on the sunny slopes of Brindisi, Fernando visited many places and saw many things. In Lancre, Fernando was fortunate to see the (in)famous Witch Trials, and the bellissima donna Mistress Weatherwax, whose fame has reached Brindisi. From Mistress Weatherwax, Fernando learned many things about the magic, and from Mrs Ogg, Fernando learned ... many other things, which Fernando will not speak of, except to say that Mrs Ogg's scumble reminds Fernando of Uncle Rafael and his grappa. The witches, they do not like to teach their craft to men, and the wizards of Ankh-Morpork do not share their secrets, but Fernando is very persuasive, and where persuasion fails, Fernando can learn from afar, for he has the eyes of a hawk, the ears of an owl, and the memory of a mouse! So this month, Fernando has cast your horoscope to learn what the stars have to say about the mystic occult arts - magic!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

The stars suggest that Hoggers consider becoming hedge wizards. Fernando is a great lover of the unspoilt wilderness, so long as it is not spoilt by dragons, wolves, snow, forest fires, brigands, bears, wild trolls, dwarf war parties, hungry gnolls, elves, rogue cheeses, druids or pineapples. Hedge wizardry is a very good job, nice outdoor work in the sunshine and fresh air with no heavy lifting. The trees sometimes answer back but rarely argue, and there is only a little topiary.



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

Deep in the jungles of Klatch, the witch-doctors make dark and terrible magics, and do strange and mysterious rituals with the citrus fruits and coconuts. The stars say that this is a good month for you too to learn the secrets of shrinking heads, cursing your enemies, transforming into a hyena, and raising the dead. But do not fear, for Fernando reads carefully the collected adventures of Howondaland Smith, transcribed each week in the A-M Times Octeday supplement by Mr CMOT Dibbler, and I am sure that there is nothing that can go wrong. You just need the right herbs and powders, and a few spells, and perhaps one or two sacrifices. I am sure the Howondaland gods will accept a goat or a sheep instead of a beautiful Morporkian maiden -- and as Fernando has learned since coming to the city, there are very few maidens over the age of sixteen in Morpork.



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

This month is a bad month for mirror magic. Fernando has a magic mirror -- whenever he looks in it, he sees an incredibly handsome man looking back at him! Ha ha! Mirror magic is bad every month, but this month it is particularly bad, with the stars warning Hernians to stick to simple protection spells, good luck charms, and magic to find the items which are lost. Especially the items which are lost, like Fernando's favourite gold medallion, which Fernando is sure he did not leave down the back of a lady's couch.



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

Magic brings life to many fine creatures, like the trolls and centaurs and dryads, but every magic has it's opposite, and there is also magic in and from death, the terrible dark magic: necromancy, or post-vital communications as the wizards call it today. But the stars do not forget the old ways, and necromancy is not just for talking to the dead: the dead can walk, and there is death-force as well as life-force. Fernando does not like to dwell on such matters, for Fernando prefers to make new life, not death, but the stars say that this is a good month for the dark arts of necromancy. Staffies with their own shovel who are not afraid of the consequences will find power and profit in the necromancy. Beware though of mobs with pitchforks and flaming torches.



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

The art of oenomancy, wine magic, was first discovered in Brindisi's Seven Hills long ago, and today Brindisians are famous for their skill at turning water into wine, bad wine into less-bad wine, and in the case of Fernando's cousin Tony, a single bottle of fine Brindisi red into three quarts of the yellow water. Fernando doesn't know how he does it. For Bilians, this month will be a good month to become an oenomancerist.



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

Fernando is always very successful in the romance, but not everybody can be as fortunate as Fernando. It is sad but true that some people cannot find true love. If you are a Mubboon suffering in this way, the stars have good news for you: the signs are good for love spells this month, especially those that call on Vyagreh, the god of disappointed swains. It may not be true love, but it is cheaper than hiring love by the hour. Fernando knows this well.



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Sometimes the Gods laugh at Men, even at Fernando, and this month they laugh at Boring'uns. Why else would Boring'uns, who want nothing more than a quiet, uneventful life, be fated to have a magical career in the exciting and cutting edge area of thaumology, or technomancy? (Not to be confused with thaumaturgy, a very different and rather low-paying branch of magic. Fernando hears that this causes much confusion during enrolments at the Unseen University.) You can push back the boundaries of reality, split the thaum, send yourself down the wrong leg of the Trousers of Time, and experiment with new and exciting ways to destroy the Disc.

Fernando does not approve of destroying the Disc, and hopes Boring'uns will simply avoid magic altogether, and grow cabbages instead. Or figs. Fernando approves of fig trees, especially the leaves.



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Androgyna Majestis is the seven-plus-oneth sign of the Zodiac, and so it is no surprise that Andies are often the eighth son of an eighth son, or a sourceror. For you, there is nothing you cannot do, even more so than Fernando, for the sourceror is the source for calling the raw magic into the world.

But what of those who are not the eighth son of a wizard? Never fear, the stars say that for you, there is always the Conjurer's Guild, meetings on Tuesday and Friday nights, tea and biscuits provided. For the gentlemen, cards and rope will be provided. Ladies please bring your own spangly tights.



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

Fernando has learned from Mistress Weatherwax that there is much magic in your head. The gods themselves rise and fall according to belief in the people's heads, do they not? Witches get much power from this belief, the power of headology. Footies, Fernando knows, are born headologists, so this month is a good time to practice your headology, perhaps on your bank manager.

Fernando also knows that there is a dark side to the headology. This is the sort of headology practised by those dishonourable pigs known as Quirmian footsballers, for how else could they ever win any footsball match? Pah! Fernando does not recommend this sort of headology, no, especially if you are a Quirmian Footy footsballer.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

The stars say this is the month for weather magic for fun and profit. Keeping rain away from high-society garden parties is an obvious way to make money from your weather spells. But Hokians are as interested in fun as profit, and weather spells offer unlimited opportunity for mischief. A sudden cold snap, a patch of icy ground, a fat man carrying a cake... what Hokian could resist the opportunity to laugh themselves silly at another person's misfortune? Fernando never laughs at others' bad luck, but Fernando also does not judge others who do.



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Fernando knows that magic can be used for both good and evil. Sometimes the same spell can be used for both, depending on circumstances. The same weather spell calling in rain can be good or evil depending on whether the recipient's house is on fire or they've just taken the thatch down off the roof to replace it. This month, Gazundians who take up magic will be faced with that choice of doing good or evil, for the stars say that this is the month for both healing spells and curses. But who is to say that curses are always evil? There are some Quirmian footsballers who need cursing until their legs fall off.



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

This month, according to the stars, is good for making magic objects. Umbragians who are good with working metal can make magic swords. Do not let the sword eat your soul. If you wish to have somebody teach the sword to sing, Fernando can help, for he has an excellent singing voice, and Brindisian songs are so very romantic. "Quando la luna colpisce il vostro occhio come una torta grande, quella e molto dolorosa!"

If the magic swords are not for you, perhaps you could try for magic rings. Or if you can get the sapient pearwood, you could make the wizard's staffs. If you find out why they have a knob on the end, please let Fernando know, for he is very curious.



Ladies and gentlemen, Fernando has an announcement!

The stars, they are not fixed in the sky as Great A'Tuin swims through the great void, and the star signs do not remain constant. Fernando has checked his charts, and over the next few months there will be some new star signs! But do not fear, for if the lovely Lady Asterisk happens to be indisposed again, Fernando will be here to guide you through this period of change. Ciao!

Friday, February 29, 2008

February 2008

THE NEW DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE

by Fernando Magnifico

Hallo, my friends! It is I, Fernando, here to be your astrologer today. The Lady Asterisk has come down with an attack of the daisies and cannot work, but Fernando is always ready to help!

When Fernando first came to Ankh-Morpork from Brindisi, he was overwhelmed by the magnificence of such a great city and by the bellissimo parade of different cultures; the foods, the entertainments, the fashions, arts and people. Especially the lady people. Now Fernando is only whelmed, but there is always something new to experience, and Fernando is nothing if not ready to be experienced. Fernando believes that all persons should experience as much as possible and learn to become an "all-rounder", as they say here, and I, Fernando, am now an all-rounder, though certainly not as all round as the famous Enrico Basilico.

The best way to become experienced is to follow your stars, for they point the way to a lifetime of new ideas. So come with Fernando now, my friends, and let him show you the way to a life of excitement. Ciao bella!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

This month is a good month for Hoggers and cats. Fernando loves all animals, except for pineapples ever since his belovered Uncle Nino (mayherestinnapeace) was killed by a stampede of pineapples, but he especially loves cats. Tiny little kittens, big fat smelly toms, fluffy white cats, old dribbling pussies, even that cat with the big boots that lives at number 7 The Backs. So Fernando is very pleased that the stars say that this month is good for Hoggers to be kind to cats. Here, pussy, pussy! Fernando waits for you!



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

Gahooligans, if you have every wanted to try extreme sports, this is the most excellent month to start! The stars say that you will be successful at Rimseiling, which is like the abseiling only wetter, but just as good for your abs, so now is the time to book your passage to the island of Zark, near distant Farferee. The island overhangs the Rim, and is home to giants and enormous rodents with big feet. The natives race each other to climb down the Rim as fast as possible. The bravest, fastest Rimseilers go all the way to the bottom of the Rim, and carve their initials into the underside of the Disc. Fernando predicts that you Gahooligans will carve many notches there, just as Fernando has carved many notches elsewhere.



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

Hernians, are you bored of your homes? Does your wallpaper not excite you in the way that Fernando excites your imaginations? If so, this is a good month for you to consider interior decorating. The stars tell Fernando that this is a good time to consider rearranging the furniture, changing the carpets, repainting the walls, and replacing the entire kitchen. And if that sounds like too much work, Fernando has a cousin who can do this for you, best quality materials very cheap.



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

For you Staffies, the stars say that this is the month to test your mettle and find out what you are made of. Armed with nothing but a chair, a whip, and your courage, are you brave enough to practice the art of parrot-taming? Fernando has studied under the great parrot-tamers. Fernando's life has been filled with great days, but the greatest day of all was the day Fernando entered the cage with neither chair nor whip. If you can face down a cage full of Fourecksian galahs and Hubland Blues, then you can face anything, even creatures from the Dungeon Dimensions, or the Mrs Whitlow.



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

Sometimes the stars' advice is subtle and surprising, like Fernando. But for Bilians, this month is not one of those times, for this month, the stars say "Wine!". Fernando is not one for sarcasm, but if he was, he would say "Bilians drinking wine? Who would have guessed?" So if you have been a beer or ale drinker, now would be the month to move up the social ladder by drinking wine. Fernando recommends a good Brindisian red, especially a '95 from Snarkinia. Avoid Fourecksian table wines, for no aftershave is strong enough to cover their smell, not even Fernando's.



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

As the delightful Signora Cosmopilite says, "What goes around comes around", and this is a good month for Mubboons to listen to her wisdom. The stars say that this is a good month for charitable works, so you should drop a few pennies in the next beggar's bowl you pass, or hand on a few of your less-badly worn old clothes to The Spiteful Sisters of Sek's House of Widows and Orphans. Fernando is always generous to those less fortunate than he, because anybody who is not Fernando is less fortunate, and Fernando's reward is to be fortunate to be Fernando! If you are generous with your charitable works, you too will surely benefit from the generosity and charity of others -- perhaps you will even be fortunate enough to be visited by Fernando.



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Boring'uns, this is a month for cheese! Fernando enjoys strong cheese, like a Brindisi aged Parmigiana or a Lancre Blue, but not the awful tasteless things those cursed Quirmians make, may their footsballers get eaten by sheep. Boring'uns may prefer a bland Chalk Cheddar, or if you are feeling especially brave, a Zlobenian Mild farmhouse, but whatever cheese you prefer, this is the month for eating lots of it. Fernando recommends you also include figs, so you will not be frightened by your bottom.



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Andies are famous for their parties. Mme Cupidor once held a garden party which went on for forty-three days, and fellow Andie Mme Hania, whose custard-and-jelly parties were the scandal of Olde Ankh society, lost favour with the king when three generals and two foreign ambassadors drowned in a vat of custard. Fernando prefers an intimate little tat-o-tat for three, but whatever sort of party you prefer, the stars say this is the month to party hard. After your festival of retribution last month, that Fernando so accurately predicted, you will have to spend less on party invitations, but now you really do know who your friends are.



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

The stars say that this is a good month for Footies to cultivate the finer artistic sensibilities by taking up one of the fine arts. Fernando also has a sensitive, artistic side, and he can often be found helping the young signorinas and signores practice their art. Fernando is available to model for painters and sculptors, and has his own ferret and fig-leaf. Have I mentioned this before? It is a very impressive fig-leaf.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

This month is a good month for Hokians to read books. Books contain much that is very educational, and as a young boy Fernando learned many wonderful things from Lady Venturi's "Travels In The Dark Hinterland". But Fernando understands that not everybody has been fortunate enough to have a good education like Fernando, whose sainted mamma scrubbed floors and worked her fingers to the bone to send him to school so he could learn his letters and become the great astrologer you see before you now. For those who can, this is a good month for reading, and for those who cannot, there is always "130 Days of Pseudopolis", with its wonderful and very educational illustrations.



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Sometimes the stars predict unpleasantness, and for Gazundians, this month will contain unpleasantness in the form of burglary. Fernando does not condone the breaking and entering, unless you are fully licenced by the Thieves' Guild, so we shall not speak of how you might commit that burglary yourself. Gazundians who are not themselves burglars should consider buying better locks or getting a watch dog or dragon, or making sure they are fully paid up with the Guild.



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

This month, Umbragians should get out into the fresh air for the stars have said that the signs are good for animal husbandry. Fernando is now the expert Morporkian speaker, but when he was still learning the language, he thought animal husbandry meant the sort of the behaviour that back in Brindisi only happens in the more isolated villages. But do not worry, Umbragians, the stars are talking about herding the beasts. If you are born under the sign of the Lesser Umbrage, this is a good month for herding camels, shearing sheep, or wrangling horses. But do not make the attempt at the herding of cats. Fernando says, leave that to the Hoggers.

Clog post 9 with Pathway To Paradise

THE CLACKS LOG OF WEIRD ALICE LANCREVIC

Post 9. TALES OF THE VERY UNEXPECTED

First Clog: "In another other country"

So, I got married. And I'm a grandmother.

Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are. But I've had years to get used to it. Years and years and years. And even though I have a chance to live my life over again now, I'm not the same person I might have been. The future is going to be interesting this time... again...

It's a long story. Fifty years long, in fact. When Cert said I'd been "trapped in an alternate Quirm for weeks", it had already been several years for me!

It started when I woke up just before dawn in the middle of the famous Floral Clock of Quirm. The last I knew I'd been looking for Cert when we got separated after getting lost on the road from Sum Dim and ending up in progressively weirder gnarly ground left over from the ancient Mage Wars. One moment strange creepy trees and sudden dark mist, the next lying on a bed of Scarlet Cockcrow that tickled because the flowers were trying to open under me. The area was deserted, so I crawled out of the clock -- with the sort of headache you get after a night of scumble -- and took stock of my surroundings. I was sure that it was Quirm, because I've seen iconographs of it and the buildings had that quaint but boring look that you'd expect in what's famous for being a quaint but boring city-state (also, the floral clock was something of a giveaway), but I had no idea why it was Quirm. Agatea to Quirm is a lot of miles and I'm pretty sure B.S. Johnson never visited Sum Dim. Still, there wasn't much I could do about it, so I had a wander around to check out the town before people started waking up. Mostly, I was looking for a cafe; Quirm is famous for its open-air cafes, and it had been a long time and a lot of geography since I'd last eaten. A number of premises had something odd on their signs: RPI LICENCED or RPI APPROVED (in Quirmish, but I can speak that). I wondered what it meant, but thought no more of it because I had other things on my mind...

When the first cafe opened, I ordered breakfast -- and got my first surprise. I had to pay in advance! After all I'd heard about Quirm's boring politeness and toleration of tourism, this was unexpected. I still had a half-rhinu on me though, so that was no problem...except that it was. I got very suspicious looks from the landlord, very suspicious looks, and ended up having to spin a tale about it being an old family heirloom I'd taken for luck on my travels. He wasn't happy about the word "travels", either, but he took my money and gave me fairly generous change based on it being made of "or". The food was uninspired, not that I cared at this point, and afterwards I decided to go around the inns when they opened, looking for a gig, and to look for a Clacks office so I could send word to Bhangbhangduc in case Cert had made it there. This was where I got my second surprise. Set of surprises. The Clacks office was the first to open -- and they asked me for identification! You can imagine my surprise. The only place I've ever known that goes in for personal identification papers is the Agatean Empire, and these days there's not even much of that. I made another excuse about having left it at my hotel, got more suspicious looks, and left in a hurry to regroup.

Things got stranger after that.

WEIRD ALICE, LOST IN SOME QUIRM OR OTHER

Going on the plan of get gig first, then find lute to gig with, I stopped at the first likely inn. It was called The Pride of Oolskunrahod, which also rang no bells with me - all I knew of Oolskunrahod was that it was some tiny place in the Hubland mountains, not too far from the foothills of Cori Celesti and neither remarkable in any way or known to possess anything to be proud of. The place was empty, even for that hour, and the landlord was waving a cloth unenthusiastically around the bar top. The conversation went something like this:

    Me: Looking for a gig. I play the lute and sing. All kinds of songs, especially comical ones.
    Him: Are you in the Trade, then? You don't look like you're in the Trade.
    Me: The Musicians' Guild? Of course. I'm a licenced Bard!
    Him (with shocked look): Shh! You know that word's forbidden! If you're in the Trade, where's your official robes and lightning bolt?
    Me (puzzled but getting worried about the uppercase T in Trade): Um, I left it in my other dress? I'm just looking for a little work to pay my passage to Ankh-Morpork...
    Him (with even more shocked and very suspicious look): Pourquoi? Why d'you want to go there? Nothing there for decent folk. Here, you're not one of them Porkians now, are you? The Watch is very interested in-

I beat an even hastier retreat than I had from the Clacks office, and retired to a quiet park to think. Of course there's nothing in A-M for decent folk -- that's half its appeal -- but what were Porkians? And why did I need official robes and a lightning bolt (whatever that meant) to play music? And what was RPI? And where were all the tourists? After thinking for a while and getting nowhere much, I found the local library and spent the afternoon reading history books.

That was when I started to get very, very worried. I'd never known Quirm as such, but this wasn't the Quirm I'd never known. In fact, this wasn't the world I knew! Everything looked and sounded pretty much the same, same flora and fauna, same sky, same bone-deep knowledge that this was my own world and that Great A'Tuin was swimming along cosmically somewhere far below us, but something was deeply, disturbingly different. I came to the horrible inescapable conclusion that some hole in the multiverse, deep in that gnarly ground, had opened up and thrown me into an alternate Disc. Here was the bad news, in short: the continent of my birth was under the yoke of a mad theocratic dictatorship that had never existed on my Disc.

There, back in my own reality, Oolskunrahod was and still is an unregarded dot on our Mapps; here, it's the once-unregarded dot that gave birth to a warlike theocracy with grand dreams of empire that came true when the RPI, otherwise known as the Republic of the Provenance of Io, took its proximity to Dunmanifestin seriously and declared Ionism the One True Religion and came boiling out of the Hubland wastes with bad theology and bad food and fanatical armies that conquered pretty much everything they could reach. I was currently in the Satrapy of Quirm, and Ankh-Morpork wasn't the great, teeming, throbbing hub of international commerce and culture...no, it was mostly a smoking ruin, home to downtrodden peasantry (all right, not much change there, but the downtrodden peasantry of my A-M aren't living under armed guard and taken away to unspeakable prison camps for the least excuse) and not a lot else apart from a small and eternally endangered anti-RPI revolutionary movement known as the Porkians.

I was a long way from home, in a foreign country in a foreign universe and barred from my normal means of making a living. And it was obvious that there was only one thing for me to do. I was going to have to contact the Underground.

Memories are making me thirsty, so here endeth this post.

* * *

Second Clog: "Going underground"

It took me a long time to accept that what was happening was real and not a bad dream that I'd wake up from any time now (then?). Even many years later, in over-there time, I'd wake up sure I was in my own bed in Lost Wages after a good session at The Sore Loser, and then face the day with a quiet scream when I realised that Lost Wages here had long since been flattened by the RPI and replaced with Ionist temples and OolsTacky Fried Albatross franchises...

Anyway, I got on with it and soon found a small circle of Porkian sympathisers who kitted me up with local money and identity papers (Allys ap Gwynwynllyth from the least populated part of Llamedos, a general drudge and not a Bard at alll) and got me a job in the kitchen of an inn where the owner was happy to look the other way every time certain small groups met in his cellar. And they also found me a sympathetic wizard. I'd long since realised that there was no point trying to use the Clacks because there was no-one to receive any messages apart from RPI Security Provosts, but Marquescal le Wizarde experimented on my behalf, tinkering with necromancy spells in the hope that I could somehow contact "my" young wizard in my own universe. We tried every week for years before I gave up. At least I know that a couple of messages got through! But since I knew of no way to get back, eventually I stopped trying to communicate.

The world I was apparently going to have to spend the rest of my life in was a drearier place than my own familiar one, but it could have been worse. At least Other Quirm, as I thought of it, was mostly as boring as Real Quirm. The Dowager Duchess had given in to the invaders very politely and converted the country to Ionism, so there were almost none of the burnings and executions and destruction that marked the fall of most other nations. Quirmians, for the most part, took to all the new regulations with good grace. They never were much for travelling anyway, so they carried on with their winemaking and their cheesemaking and their other rural pursuits. They even accepted the dreadful Fried Albatross franchises without too much complaint -- OFA meals being compulsory by law after Octeday temple services -- although hardly anyone buys from there when they're not forced to.

I stayed out of trouble; being in another reality was trouble enough. I never stopped writing songs though, and I would practise and play on a borrowed contraband lute down in the cellars of the inn. Then after a few years, new Porkian agitators started to arrive under cover of night, and trouble found me anyway.

* * *

I'd like to say that the next fifty or so years passed quickly, but they didn't. I'm not going to give you a blow-by-blow description here though, not least because I've got a life to live over again and I want to get back to it! So here's the short form:

There was a rebellion. I was part of it. It took over twenty years, but we won. Somewhere, in a faraway universe, I'm a Hero of the Revolution. Isn't that nice?

And the slightly less short form:

One thing led to another, and I became a protest singer. And slogan writer. And sometime agitator. And sometime field operative. And ended up on the run, hiding in haystacks, travelling by night, living off the land and on what we could scrounge from sympathetic farmers...which was mostly cheese.Don't talk to me about cheese! It will be a while before I can look a Lancre Runny in the face again, and as for Quirmian cheeses...let's just not go there. There's only so much cheese one person can bear, and I've had a lifetime's worth. Literally.

When the Famous Five (don't ask) went on their suicide mission to the Hub to assassinate the mad Priest-President of the Republic of the Provenance of Io, my songs were on their lips. I got a medal for that -- one of the first struck in the rebuilt foundries of New Ankh.

Protest songs being big among the Porkian cadres, I'm proud to say that some of mine became quietly famous during my years there. Here's one of their favourites. I based it on a well-known and well-hated Music with Rocks In song from my own world. The lyrics are a kind of code: when you sing them backwards, they contain dangerous revolutionary messages. Yay me.

    PATHWAY TO PARADISE...NOT

    There's a lady who's sure all that Dwarfs love is gold
    And she's buying a small farm in Hergen
    And when she gets there she knows
    That some bits are no-go
    Like the Wyrmberg and fabled Chimeria

    Oh oh oh oh oh
    And she's buying a small farm in Hergen

    There's a sign on the wall but she's not very tall
    And she knows Quirmish thrives on misreadings
    On a skull by a book there's a bird with black wings
    Sometimes all Deaths of Rats need a raven

    Woohhh oh oh oh
    And she's trying a cafe in Hergen

    There's a feeling of skank when you walk on the Ankh
    And your sinuses cry out for freedom
    In my thoughts I have seen shades of pure octarine
    And the vices of Nanny Ogg's cooking

    Woe woe, oh oh ohh
    And she's frying a moray in Hergen

    And it's whispered that soon
    (Say, in Ick, Grune or Spune)
    That the rat-piper plays until Hogswatch
    And a new day brings crones, and shy standing-stones
    And the forest will echo with small gods

    And they make some blunders
    Oh, and they'll make some blunders

    If there's a scuffle in your hedgerow
    Don't call the Watch, now
    It's just a wizard on a spring-clean
    Yes, there are two paths you can go by
    But take the long one:
    You'll avoid uncharted unicorns

    And you won't get sundered
    Oh, and you won't get sundered

    Your head is thumping and it might blow
    In case you don't know -
    That's what you get for scumble-bingeing
    Weird Lords and Ladies love the cold snow
    And you should know:
    Don't think of kissing the Wintersmith!

    Oh oh, cold snow...

    And as you wind on down the track
    Procrastinator on your back
    There walks a Duck Man, going 'quack'
    Who begs all night and wants to know
    Why mud's still tastier than gold
    And if you lie still, patiently
    Tooth Fairy comes with 50p
    When all are Dwarfs, and you've got hole
    "To be a rock" means you're a Troll...

    ...and she's buying a small claim in Hergen...


* * *

Pubs are open! Back soon.

* * *

Third Clog: "Bringing it all back home"

Right, this will be even shorter, because I'm getting emotional. Also tired and emotional. Fifty years is a lot of living, and it's going to take me a long, long time to write it all down. It's fading anyhow, becoming more like a dream, and perhaps that's as it should be...

After the assassination, things started to get more normal, for my own version of normal at any rate. I settled down, married a fellow revolutionary, and yes, we did buy that farm in Hergen. I went back to working as a Bard, in between having our daughters and mucking out our pigs, and I never ate cheese again. And that was that. No more excitement, no more travel to distant lands. I could have gone back to Lancre but it wouldn't have felt right, and that had never been my own Lancre. Some people can go home again, despite what they say, but I wasn't one of them.

And now I have my life back. In the body I left. Which is the same age as it was when I left it. Strangely enough, I'm not sure if I want to go home -- now that I have a home to go to again -- or continue on my Grand Sneer. Cert's being very good and very patient with me, and he says that he's happy with whatever I decide, though he'd like to visit his child in Bes Pelargic some day.

We're going to toss a coin. I won't be dedicating the toss to Io.

Here endeth this post, too.

* * *

So, how did I get back after all that? Simple. I died.

No, I don't understand it either.

It's good to be back.

-- Alice



Note for Roundworlders: the original lyrics for Stairway to Heaven can be found at:
http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/19123.html

...not that they make any more sense than Alice's...

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Life In Quirm

THE CLACKS LOG OF CERTAINTY NIBLICK

Well. The good news is that I'm back in my own body again -- or my own body is back to itself again -- whatever -- and that I've found Alice's trail. Or at least an indication of Alice's trail. We've managed to reach each other through a variation of Postvital Communications, and I've discovered that she's in an alternate universe and has been trapped in an alternate Quirm for weeks now. This is her report, in song of course.

We'll see each other again. I'm working on it.

    LIFE IN QUIRM

    There's a Godsawful floral clock
    In that town with miasmic air
    Where the cheeses are ageing slow
    And the cafes serve sparkling 'eau'
    But they roll up the pavements at night
    And the tourism turns to flight
    Though there's wineries ev'rywhere
    All the 'vin' is so 'ordinaire'
    Yes, the city's a sad old bore
    See it once and you'll cry 'non more!'
    Though the cuisine is 'cordon bleu'
    It's ennui that you'll choke upon

    Grocers
    Shouting round the veg stalls
    Oh man, look at those tradesmen go
    It's a brassica show
    Take a look at the Watchmen
    Rolling up their dog-ends
    Oh man, wonder if they'll ever know
    There's something shaking in Sto
    Is there life in Quirm?

    It's on Morporkia's guanoed brow
    In plainer words than in 'WHERE'S MY COW?'
    That the Quirmians struck true fame:
    Voted "Most Boring Town" again!
    Yes, its lack of all interest reigns
    From the Ankh to the fecund plains
    It's the paste in the rural jewels
    (Though it's good for producing Fools)
    Really, Quirm is a sad old bore
    It's advisable to ignore
    Now I'm watching that clock again
    As the sun turns the crocus on

    Short yobs
    Fighting in the Dwarf bars
    Oh man, look at those Kzad-bhats go
    They've been digging below
    Take a look at the schoolgirls
    Barging down the sports field
    Oh man, wonder if they'd ever care
    Death sent his granddaughter there...
    Is there life in Quirm?
    ...erm...


Note for Roundworlders:
original lyrics can be found at:
http://lyricwiki.org/David_Bowie:Life_On_Mars

January 2008

THE NEW DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE

by Fernando Magnifico

    Editor's note: it is with great trepidation that we introduce a new astrologer for this month's issue. Lady Anaemia Asterisk sent us a note a few days ago, begging off from the Horoscope for this month, but promising to have her "very talented, oh so very talented" apprentice prepare it.

FERNANDO TAKES YOU TO THE STARS

Hallo and buongiorno! The Lady Asterisk is indisposed this month, she is suffering from the Hogswatch exhaustion. But do not worry! It is I, Fernando, who is here, and I will be your astrologer today.

People ask me, "Fernando, how do I become a magnificent lover like you? I am but a pale, lukewarm-blooded Morporkian without a single drop of your hot Brindisian blood. Is it hopeless?" I laugh at them, but not cruelly, because Fernando is never cruel. Unless you want him to be, and then Fernando will be merciless. I laugh at them because it is not true that all Brindisians are magnificent lovers like Fernando. To be like Fernando, you must know everything there is to know about your lovers, not just their names. And so Fernando has come across the Disc to Ankh-Morpork, all the way from Brindisi, to learn astrology, for what else can tell you so much about a person but the stars?

For many weeks I have studied the art of astrology at the magnificent feet of the very beautiful and sexy Lady Asterisk. Fernando has been like a slave to Lady Asterisk, and has suffered to learn his art. But now that his Lady is too exhausted to cast the horoscope for you, Fernando is ready to shoulder the burden. Do not worry, Fernando has never failed yet!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

If you are a Hogger, this is a good month for you to make such magnificent music and song! You listen to Fernando and learn to play the ancient beloved lute of sleepy Veranda and sing the aria from "L'uomo della cucina". Come desidero ho mangiato una salsiccia con questi fagioli!!! Which is Brindisian for "How I wish I had a sausage with these beans", but do not worry, it is very romantic when you sing it.



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

If you are born under Gahoolie, this will be a good month for making passionate love. If you do not have anyone to make passionate love with, do not worry, for Fernando can help you no matter who you are. Fernando is very open minded. Many species make passionate love, and Fernando will always be there to help.



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

Herne the Hunted is the sign of parts. You know, the manly parts and the ladyly parts, and for trolls, the rocky parts. Fernando does not like to be rude and speak of them directly, except in the boudoir, but you know the parts I mean. This is a good month for Hernians who are wishing to make many magnificent babies with their parts, so you must remember to take part.



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

Fernando knows that life is not all play, sometimes you must swim the furthest ocean and climb the highest mountain to find a token of your love. Fortunately, Fernando is not afraid of hard work, and if you are a Staffie, you too should not be afraid of hard work. This is the month for you to work hard, and like Fernando, you shall have great success at all you attempt.



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

If you have every dreamed of being a famous artist, this is the ideal month for you to make great art. Whether you are the late beginner like Grandma Marmoset or the early genius like Leonardo da Quirm, this month you must make love to your canvas, so to speak. And if you need a model, Fernando has his own figleaf.



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

If you are a Mubboon, this will be a good month for adding to your jewellery collection. Fernando suggests that Zoon gold jewellery never is out of place. For women, rings on every finger. Do not be tempted to use brass or silver! Nothing but gold will do. The gem is not important, diamonds or Ankhstones, it does not matter, so long as the ring is at least 11ct gold. With earrings, the bigger the hoop the better. For men, choose tasteful plain gold rings half an inch or so in width. Do not overdo it with a ring on every finger: more than three rings on each hand is just being ostentatious. If you are looking for an outlet for your artistic side, Fernando suggests gold medallions on chains. You can never have too many medallions.



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

For you Boring'uns, this is a month for washing your hair. The Boring'uns, they say to Fernando "My hair is so greasy and lank, how do I make it as thick and long like Fernando's?". I tell them, you should wash it three times with well water, but do not forget to strain the newts out first. Then condition with egg yolks and kumquat, and you too shall have hair as sensual and dark as Fernando's.



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Fernando is friend to all, but most people are not so fortunate to be Fernando. They have enemies, betrayers and adversaries. If you have had your honour insulted, this is your month for vengeance! Let your enemies weep, and their enemies celebrate. Fernando does not like to talk of such unpleasantness, but the stars have spoken -- this is the month for Andies and retribution.



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

If you Footies tend your garden this month, you will be sure to have great success, like Fernando's Uncle Enzo. How magnificent are Uncle Enzo's tomatoes and melanzane! Fernando remembers as a small boy sneaking into Uncle Enzo's garden and stuffing himself sick on figs. This is a good month for your garden, especially the zucchinis and the garlic.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

For Hokians, this month is an excellent month for coach racing. If you have every wanted to "spark iron" on the cobblestones with high-speed coach driving, this is your month to start. Fernando's life is already very much exciting, but many people are not so fortunate, and for them the thrill of being a "straw head" brings joy to their lives. For Hokians this month, Fernando can recommend the Linguini Diavolo with the red leather seats, go-faster stripes and two Klatchian Thoroughlybred horses.



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

This is be a good month for Gazundians to remember their mammas! Your mamma is the most important person. You should listen to Fernando, who writes to his sainted Mamma every day, and goes home to see her on her birthday and at Hogswatch.



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

Footsball! The greatest game of all, and if you are born under the sign of the Lesser Umbrage, this will be a good month for footsball. Like Captain Carrot of the City Watch would say -- and he is a man nearly as magnificent as Fernando -- every month is a good month for footsball, but this month will be especially favourable for Umbragians and Brindisians: the magnificent Rail Juvenilis Footsball Club will be taking on the accursed Quirmian Fromageophages for the Brindisi Cup. Go Juvenilis!

Monday, December 31, 2007

Hoggerwatchy

THE CLACKS LOG OF...CERTAINTY NIBLICK

Cert here, posting on behalf of Alice, wherever and whatever she is. As you can see, I managed to make it out of the Mage Wars wastes. Took a while to get functional-shaped again. Actually, I'm not me-shaped again yet, but I can hold a pen in my beak so it could be worse. I'm not good with writing, much, but I did find some copies of Alice's songs and poems and one of them is appropriate to the season so I'm posting it here. Wishing you all a happy Hogswatch and wishing myself the good fortune to stop being a parrot. Then again, I'm going to carry on trying to find Alice, so being able to fly without a carpet has a sort of advantage. Wish me luck.

    HOGGERWATCHY
    by Weird Alice Lancrevic

    Twas Hogswatch, and the savvy youths
    Did slyly grin as sleep they feigned
    All tinselled were the icy roofs
    And the Hogfather reigned

    'Beware the pig-shaped choccy buns!
    'The drunken fights, the booze'd collapse!
    'Beware the lemon curd, and shun
    'Voluminous brandy-snaps!'

    We took our chunder-cures in hand
    Pork rinds and sausage pie we bought
    Then rested we as the clock struck three
    And had a wily thought

    And as we hid, with prying eyes
    The Hogfather (with list of names)
    Came jingling through the wintry skies
    HO. HO. HO. as he came!

    One-two, one-two! The ham's sliced through!
    Its charcoaled skin was bright as chrome
    We played Charades, then thanked the Gods
    And went galumphing home

    'And hast thou drained the scumble-pot?
    'Don't be alarmed, my wee pished bairn!'
    O scabrous daze, me head's all glazed!
    We mortals never learn...

    Twas Hogswatch, and the savvy youths
    Did slyly grin as sleep they feigned
    All tinselled were the icy roofs
    And the Hogfather reigned.


Editor's note: Hoggerwatchy is dedicated to Gytha Fiona and Wincantonbury Tales.

December 2007

THE NEW DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE

by Lady Anaemia Asterisk

RECAPPING YOUR STARS

Greetings, O seekers of the wisdom of the stars! Blessings upon you from Anoia, my personal Goddess of the Month, and may the Cow of Heaven fall lightly upon your cusp and not trample you with her celestial hooves!

It's been recently brought to my attention that - despite my years as a well-paid, I mean, well-known practitioner of the Discly astro-illogical Arts - far too many people know far too little about the heavenly Signs that govern their lives. To ameliorate this benightedness, I have put considerable effort into putting together what the Technomancers call a "database" (although why they want to abase dates, I'm sure I don't know; I prefer sultanas myself). Hereinunder, and also possibly just under here, is an at-a-glance picture of the current Signs and the respective traits, qualities, and other vital information that makes up each Zodiacal profile... and when I say "makes up", let me assure you that hours, no, years have been spent studying the stars. Do I look like the sort of person who makes things up? Hah!

Remember, knowing your exact day of birth is very important, as A'Tuin's travels take us into the realm of different constellations. Even when the name of your Sign changes, its mystical influences remain the same. Except when they don't. Which is why you'll always need the services of a professional astrologer, see? I love it when a plan comes together...

Lady Anaemia Asterisk,
(Astrologer, letters written, light cleaning services available, leave your card with my Igor)



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

Born-unders commonly known as: 'Hogs, Hoggers
fruit: pineapple
colour: flesh pink
number: 22
letter: S
matching Agatean sign: the Blowfish
known to influence: feet, ankles, elbows, fingernails
traditional Sign of: Watchmen, athletes, Regimental Sergeant-majors

Hoggers are typically short-tempered, arrogant, and prone to being spiky and dangerous. Many have a talent for prognostication. They especially enjoy shouting, mot of all at subordinates.



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

Born-unders commonly known as: Gahooligans
fruit: orange
colour: puce
number: 4 1/2
letter: A
matching Agatean sign: the Reciprocating Fox
known to influence: spleen, shoulders, those small fiddly island-shaped bits on the pancreas.
traditional Sign of: schoolteachers, priests, slave traders, civil servants, debt collectors, entrepreneurs.

Gahooligans are typically fresh, zesty, pithy and often rather sour; they tend to be thick-skinned and do not bruise easily. They are single-minded and simultaneously passionate and phlegmatic, and make good communicators.



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

Born-unders commonly known as: Hernians
fruit: strawberry
colour: burnt umber
number: 14
letter: M
matching Agatean sign: the Heavenly Tourist
known to influence: corpus callosum, sacrum, stiff upper lip, reproductive organs
traditional Sign of: headmistresses, chefs, governesses, minor government mandarins, maiden aunts

Hernians typically have a tendency to sensitive skin. They are self-indulgent but also have a strongly developed pragmatic side; this tends to make for people who are perpetually at war with their desires and cravings, though it has to be said that sometimes that war is lost on one side or the other.



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

Born-unders commonly known as: Staffies
fruit: aubergine
colour: octarine
number: 11.3165
letter: G
matching Agatean sign: the Hoarse Whisperer
known to influence: mouth, tongue, eye muscles, index finger
traditional Sign of: soldiers, innkeepers, journalists, housekeepers and philosophers

Staffies have an inborn love of pleasure and luxury, and are prone to indulging in passing along unsupported rumours. Often far more self-indulgent than a Hernian, lacking the same balance, yet Staffies can also be very practical - even calculating.



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

Born-unders commonly known as: Bilians, or Chunderers
fruit: grape
colour: burgundy
number: 12 per cent
letter: H
matching Agatean sign: the Water Feature
known to influence: organs of the middle body, particularly the stomach, liver and gall bladder
traditional Sign of: accountants, sales managers, science teachers, hedge witches.

Bilians are typically nervous, somewhat pessimistic, and prone to digestive troubles. They also often lack assertiveness and self-confidence, though at the same time they can be very forceful if pushed too far!



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

Born-unders commonly known as: Mubboons, or Mubbles
fruit: pumpkin
colour: khaki
number: 31
letter: O
matching Agatean sign: One Won Ton
known to influence: nostrils, and the hand that wields a sword or a ploughshare (or dunging fork)
traditional Sign of: merchants, care workers, actors, Fools, barbarian heroes, agony aunts (though not Agony Aunts), tax assessors

Mubboons typically show honesty and the lack of artifice, and are poor at keeping secrets. They are also known for their kindness, understanding nature and gullibility.



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Born-unders commonly known as: Boring'uns
fruit: kumquat
colour: yellow
number: 3
letter: C
matching Agatean sign: the Bureaucrat
known to influence: adrenal glands, voluntary muscles, heels
traditional Sign of: church deacons, proofreaders, library assistants, researchers in safe subjects

Boring'uns are typically extremely safety-conscious and often methodical. They dislike excessive risk-taking and are frequently, shall we say, paranoid.



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Born-unders commonly known as: Andies
fruit: fig
colour: electric blue
number: 256
letter: P
matching Agatean sign: the Dragon's Egg
known to influence: teeth, chest, biceps
traditional Sign of: salesmen, long distance hauliers, mercenary soldiers and secret royalty

Andies typically love familiar, comfortable surroundings, and are casual to the point of, well, extreme casualness; they have a tendency to credulousness. Type 2 Andies might seem credulous types, but underneath they're as sharp as tacks and twice as likely to do you major damage if crossed!



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

Born-unders commonly known as: Footies, or Footys
fruit: apple
colour: crimson
number: 1
letter: B
matching Agatean sign: the Vampire Ghost
known to influence: shoulders, neck and, erm, bottom
traditional Sign of: sailors, explorers, animal rescuers, engineers, proctologists

Footies are typically optimistic, sometimes to the point of foolishness, tending to view the world through rose-tinted spectacles. They enjoy travel, and are often happy enough in their own company to be considered "something of a loner"; also famously good with animals.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

Born-unders commonly known as: Hokians
fruit: cucumber
colour: melon green
number: 7/12ths
letter: F
matching Agatean sign: the Bonsai Mountain
known to influence: eyes, brain, navel, sixth sense
traditional Sign of: highwaymen, Grand Viziers, systems administrators and extremely powerful witches

Hoki is considered a "lucky" Sign; typical Hokians are brooders and deep thinkers, magically adept and sometimes shy, and can be arrogant (though less so than Hoggers...but then anyone else is less arrogant than a Hogger).



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Born-unders commonly known as: Gazundians, or sometimes Potties
fruit: banananana
colour: bone
number: 6ft 7ft 8ft bunch
letter: L
matching Agatean sign: the Barking Mad Dog
known to influence: lips, abdominal muscles, pectorals
traditional Sign of: Seamstresses, subversives, female adventurers, exotic dancers, naturists

Gazundians are typically free spirits, unfettered by the binding conventions of a repressive society; iconoclasts in general, they are also sometimes loners.



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

Born-unders commonly known as: Umbragians
fruit: wahoonie
colour: black
number: 7+1
letter: U
matching Agatean sign: Beti, the Exotic Dancer
known to influence: heart, wrists, hindbrain
traditional Sign of: Cunning Artisans, seamstresses (note lowercase), weavers, surgeons, thieves, counterfeiters, Royal craftsmen, minstrels, troubadours

Umbragians are typically clever-fingered and artistic, with keen eyesight and a good grasp of spatial perception. They are very good at finding their way into locked rooms, and have a natural "nose" for treasure, especially in liquid forms!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Clog post 8 with One Night In Hunghung

THE CLACKS LOG OF WEIRD ALICE LANCREVIC

Post 8. AURIENTEERING FOR FUN AND PROFIT

First Clog: "All aboard the Aurient Express..."

So. Bes Pelargic. Who'd have thought it? Well, B.S. Johnson, presumably, when he designed Empirical Crescent...though it's never been very clear whether or not Johnson actually knew what the results of his various efforts at design would be. Still, as a mode of travel, multidimensional folded-space topology beats flying carpets and sprung coaches and camels hands down.

As I mentioned in my previous post, we had a surprise waiting for us when we arrived. Two surprises: the first was our unceremonious arrival in the outer kitchens of a very busy restaurant. A very busy, very delicious-smelling restaurant. Where there were unattended golden platters piled high with all manner of exotic delicacies. Oh, yes. As we hadn't eaten at this point for many hours and several continents, the first thing we did was grab the nearest platter and bolt for the nearest broom cupboard where we bolted first the door and then the food in short order. Strange food, but delicious, and only vaguely resembling the Agatean food in takeaways on the Plains and Circle Sea nations. There were dumplings in sweet sauce, odd slimy things that tasted of the sea, rice with curious black beans, weirdly wonderful vegetables, and..."Thif tashtes like Difhtreffhed Pudding," Cert said through a mouthful of something wobbly in little ornamental dishes, and offered me a spoonful. And he was right! -- except it tasted like what Distressed Pudding might dream of becoming if it's been a very good and well-behaved pudding. We were puzzled, and once we'd eaten our fill we decided to explore quietly. The first thing we encountered was also strange -- a rack of very mixed clothing hanging on hooks on the wall -- silk kimonos side by side with old-fashioned Morporkian tunics, doublets and hose, and something that looked suspiciously like an A-M Watch uniform!

"Are we in a restaurant or is it someone's fancy dress party?" I mused aloud.

Cert waved a large book of lacquered cardboard, covered in Agatean pictograms. "Both, it looks like. Says here WELCOME TO BARBARIAN LUCK INTERNATIONAL RESTAURANT, 221B POLITE REVOLUTION WAY, BES PELARGIC, FRAGRANT DINING PLEASURABLY 8 DAYS WEEK NOBLE INTERNATIONAL CUISINES."

"You read Agatean?"

"I have a fish in my ear. But look, it's written below that in common Morporkian."

"Definitely weird. It's the first time I've ever heard Distressed Pudding described as noble cuisine."

The second surprise was the proprietor: none other than the Disc-famous Twoflower himself! First and greatest of tourists and later Venerable Father of the Revolution, Twoflower opened the Morpork Luck Teahouse during the reign of Cohen I, the Sandalled Emperor, and has been doing land-office business ever since. This explained some of the more...unexpected items on the menu, such as Sticky Rice Slumpie and Sweet and Sour Knuckle Sandwich, as well as the unexpected clothing, which is worn by staff in the main restaurant. As soon as we introduced ourselves and told him how we'd got there, he led us to a private dining room and laid on oceans of tea and mountains of desserts...also introduced us to his daughters (Pretty Butterfly, who's the general manager, and Lotus Blossom, who's at school but works part-time in the restaurant)...and after more conversation, booked me for a gig and informed us he was going to take some time off to show us around Bes Pelargic. We've definitely landed on our feet...

* * *

Spent the night in lodgings. Not as posh as the Great Pyramid Hotel, but clean and tidy. Very Auriental.

* * *

Next day: taken on a tour of Bes Pelargic. Bes P is a medium-sized city and shares that same "feel" of port cities everywhere -- a little bit rough, a little bit cultured, but mainly a place where people pass through, mostly coming to trade and rarely staying for long. There are a few settlements of foreigners, though. There's a Genuan community (apparently their Fat Tuesday parade features extra added dragons and Barking Dogs), a Hublandish community, a community of Ankh-Morpork ex-pats, a Little Klatch, and even a small Dwarf community (drawn, no doubt, by the smell of all the gold), and everyone seems to get along rather well. In fact, the current High Official (that's the local version of a Lord Mayor), So Ho Sixpot, has a distinctly Klatchian cast in his ancestry. Everyone seems to know Twoflower, so we were treated as honoured guests. I was told that's a far cry from the old days of the Empire, where even in Bes P foreigners were treated with distaste and often arrested and expelled on suspicion of being foreign. We were taken to restaurants and tea-houses and temples and then shown the Red Triangle District, and the Shu District which is where the docks are. There were ships from as far away as Howondaland there, and even a few NoThingfjord longboats in from the Long Route via Slakki and Ting Ling (we stayed away from that area, in case someone recognised us).

* * *

Day after: we were taken to Bes Eisley. Oh, my.

Bes Eisley, also known as the District of Unmended Shoji, is definitely the downmarket area of Bes P. It's down at the far end of Shu and it's where the most disreputable of the foreigners hang out, along with the local criminal element (always wondered which element is the criminal one. some isotope of narrativium, maybe?). I'd like to be able to say I've never seen a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, but a) I've been to the Shades and b) there was plenty of scum and villainy, but surprisingly little wretchedness. Especially at Threepenny's House of Tea and Poppy Products, where all the customers looked astonishingly happy. And the band -- Sammy Shen and his Sizzling Shamisens -- was brilliant! Sammy's something of a local Personality and an old friend of Twoflower's. He got Mayor So up to play the chi shells, which sound rather like Lancrastian spoons. The Mayor wasn't very good at playing the shells, but no-one in the audience seemed to mind,even though he kept dropping and breaking his instruments...not that that's a problem, as Sammy Shen also sells chi shells by the Shu shore and has a plentiful supply. I was asked up for a few songs. I already had a lot of sake in me, and by the time I finished I had a lot more sake in me because nearly everyone in the place bought me a drink...

Sake is even better than beer, once you get enough down you to get past the taste (like rice that came to a bad end after leading a disreputable life). Sake is also even better than beer for getting wandering bards into sticky situations. Like the one I found myself in with Ten Blue Ox, Sammy Shen's koto player. I mean, we would have got along well anyway -- he has some fine riffs -- but sake has a way of lowering inhibitions to somewhere below ground level, or at least below waist level. And making a person make eyes at another person. And making a person smoke something funny-tasting from Threepenny's private stock. And getting back onstage to do some more requests and taking part in a cross-cultural jam session.

The last thing I remembered clearly that night was kneeling in front of Ox and playing his koto with my teeth. The next thing I remembered was waking up next to a very happily sleeping Ox in a room that definitely wasn't mine, with a hangover and a limp...

Cert didn't speak to me for two days. Not until I introduced him to Breaking Dawn, a friend of the band's who's deeply into technomancers. When in Bes P, do as the Bes Pelargians, that's my motto. All's serene now. Plenty of sake. We still haven't dared try the Sweet and Sour Knuckle Sandwich, but I've written an advertising jungle for the Morpork Luck International Restaurant; the name is too long to use repeatedly, but it has a catchy chorus: "You can get anything you want at Twoflower's restaurant..."

* * *

Day something: we've met many interesting people with many interesting names. It seems there are regional naming conventions in different parts of Agatea; some families use single names and diminutives (usually numbers), some are named for their connection to the five Noble Clans (Fang, Tang, Hong, Sung and McSweeney), some have three-part names (usually consisting of a number, a colour or state of being, and an object), and some have names that are just plain weird. There's Three Blin'd Mice, the greengrocer; Five Spilt Sake, the barman; Lo Hung Wan and Lo Hung Fang, local nobs; Fourplates, the dentist; Zero Rabbit, who runs the apothecary shop; One Stone Dragon, who plays bass shamisen in Sammy's band and should really be called One Stoned Dragon...it's hard to remember them all! Girls and women usually have two names, like Beautiful Poppy and Fecund Doe. Sammy's real name is Shen Sing Ho. And they all think our names are strange!

There's so much history here! Everywhere! I've taken many, many iconographs and written loads of notes. I think I might end up writing that travel book after all...

Time to sleep. Here endeth this post.

* * *

Second Clog: "Wednesday on my mind..."

It turns out that the McSweeneys aren't the only old and noble family with an unusual name by Agatean standards: there are also the Wednesdays.

Back in the days of long-lost Ago when the ancient warlord Toijota ruled the Pelargic coast, a shipwrecked Morporkian sailor was rescued by Toijota's troops and rose to the highest rank in the warlord's service. This sailor's name was Adam Wednesday. He proved to be a valuable resource, not least because he brought actual news of the World Beyond the Walls and actual useful advice about sea-trading and Morporkian military history (read: "fighting dirty, without a crippling load of traditional rules"), and was given the sobriquet of Jinjin-san, which is Agatean for "foreign barbarian sailor who's done bloody well for himself". Wednesday served in the forecourt of Toijota, never again leaving Agatea to return to Ankh-Morpork; he became immensely rich, took a number of wives and concubines, and died old and happy within sight of the beached remains of his original ship. It's to Wednesday that Bes Pelargic owes its centuries-long history of being the only somewhat open port in the Agatean Empire, and its centuries-long willingness to entertain barbarian ways has subtly changed the local culture. If you wander around the Bes Peninsula, you can still find people with the surnames Wednesday and Jinjin; the original Mr Wednesday obviously had a lot of wives and concubines.

We've had a stroke of luck -- we arrived in time for the Samizdat Festival. It's a yearly event peculiar to Bes P and only a few other locations, and it's where those who served in, or served, or say they served, or were standing nearby looking innocent during, the Glorious Revolution gather to remember the Days of Struggle. I'd say you can't move for parades of peasants in pyjamas, but it seems that's just the normal state of Agatean cities; however, parades of peasants in pyjamas don't usually march along shouting things like "Gradual Orderly Transfer of Power to the People!" and "Shun the Evil Imperialists Whilst Using Polite Mannerliness!" It's very enthusiastic and above all, very loud. Twoflower and his family always march at the head of the parade, and afterwards there are ceremonial Campfires of Remembrance where the festivalgoers huddle around eating stale rice and meagre portions of rotten fish and reminisce about the hardships they endured before the coming of the true Red Army. For the record, the rice and fish are deliberately served that way as a reminder; believe me, the real cuisine is to die for (and not because of poisons).

During the campfire ceremony I was able to learn more about what happened in the years between Cohen's accession and the present day. Twoflower confirms that he did indeed serve as Cohen's Grand Vizier, and that they did make some sweeping legal and cultural changes together, but the old ways started creeping back as fast as changes were made and he didn't feel comfortable -- Twoflower, not Cohen, Cohen could feel comfortable anywhere he could hang his sword (preferably from the upper chest region of unrepentant court bureaucrats and nobles) -- with the constant tensions of court life. So when Cohen left, he resigned and came straight back home to open the restaurant. He says that there are changes being made deep in the Agatean culture, but that he hasn't got the necessary thousand or so years to spend hanging around waiting for them to blossom. Agatea is definitely a foreign country -- back around the Circle Sea, changes to culture take place as fast as the Clacks can carry them!

Speaking of the Clacks, they still don't have much in the way of towers here. But that will soon change: someone's had the bright idea to put towers on ships plying the Quirm coast-Bes Pelargic trade route! Transmission depends on the weather at sea, but on a clear, calm day or night the messages fly back and forth much faster than any ship can sail. It's only a matter of time before strings of towers go up all across the mainland...

* * *

We're going to Hunghung! With a native guide! V. excited. Always wanted to see the Forbidden City, and now it's...less forbidden.

* * *

We packed our belongings -- so many belongings now, between all the gifts and all the shopping in Shu and all the scrolls ("...if you can just take this to First Sister's third cousin in Hunghung...") and ornamental sake bottles -- and headed out at sunrise. Everyone turned up to give us a rousing send-off. Even Sammy's band. It was rather sweet to hear Brindisian Rhapsody played on Agatean instruments. Also, Ox gave me a beautiful koto to remember him by. I can think of rather more robust reasons to remember him by, but...also, Breaking Dawn will be giving Cert something to remember her by in about eight months' time, or so we're told. Ah well, that solves my problems nicely, and he did say he wanted to work in the Agatean technomancy industry...but for now, we're back to friendly relations. Nurr, nurr, nurr.

Agatea, for all its gold, is a simple and old-fashioned country with old-fashioned simple poverty. We passed through endless rice paddies and endless tiny villages that probably looked the same in the days of One Sun Mirror. But Red -- our guide, Seven Red Rice -- says there's a very important difference: most of the peasants in the fields no longer kowtow to mounted travellers. They also no longer need special papers to travel from village to village, but Red says most of them still stay put because old habits die hard. That's progress for you.

* * *

Pork ear stew is...interesting.

* * *

After a while, pork ear stew is...less interesting.

* * *

Duck!

* * *

After a while, duck tastes like pork ear stew...

* * *

Today we were passed by an entire flock of carrier pigeons. Very orderly country, Agatea: they were flying in formation.

* * *

Red pointed out the Dragon Mountains, off in the distance. He says that legend has it they're the exposed scales of the Earth Dragon, and that the position of cities relative to parts of the dragon are vitally important according to the dictates of Sheng Fooey. Most Agatean traditionalists, which is to say most Agateans, believe that Ankh-Morpork is built on top of the Earth Dragon's...well, never mind. Use your imagination.

***

Nearly at the gates of Hunghung now. Time to sleep. Here endeth this post.

* * *

Third Clog: "Down but not out in the Heavenly City"

Right. Far, far too much to write about and no way to send it, so I'm dictating the short version in song to Gimpy and getting it carriered back to Twoflower's. He promised to post it on the next Clacks fleet...

    ONE NIGHT IN HUNGHUNG

    Hunghung...Auriental setting
    It's a city of gold full of bureaucrats fretting
    The cream of the nobles in their cute silk beanies
    Hyping every clan but McSweeney's

    Great Wall...doesn't seem a minute
    Since the famous Silver Horde stuck their broadswords in it
    Small change - don't you know a rhinu
    Buys a whole city? Well, that's something more than I knew!
    Buys Sto Lat...or Pseudopolis...or Morpork...
    Or...or someplace!

    One night in Hunghung and the world's your lobster
    Those golden temples are a sight to see
    You'll find a god in every dry ancestor
    And if you're lucky then the squishi's free
    I can feel a ninja sneaking up on me

    One coin's...very like another
    When your head's down counting your rhinu, brother
    Etiquette is a chore, it's very 'san' and 'sama'
    Though I'm getting to adore those peasants in pyjamas

    Gilded and clean -
    I've seen forbidden, enchanted, charming towns

    Cha, buns, sweet and sour
    Caffs as posh as the Emperor's bower
    - that's Cohen! You're talking 'bout a hero
    Whose 'civilised' index stands at zero
    - he got his kicks above the snowline, last time!

    One night in Hunghung makes your dwarf bread crumble
    No other empire has such history
    One night in Hunghung knocks you down like scumble
    With pretty geisha girls for company
    I can see an army made of pottery

    I am...gonna see the army
    It's the ultimate sight in a land this barmy
    It stuns me more than blowfish
    Unlike tsimo wrestling - that's too oafish
    Thank the Gods I'm only watching the Noh, not part of it!

    See old men play like lightning
    Their game's more slick than kung fu fighting
    I watch them play, and grind my molars -
    Shibo Yangcong-san's for real high rollers!
    So you better just stick with your tea, your haikus
    Your squishi vendors...

    One night in Hunghung and the world's your lobster
    Those silken eunuchs are a sight to see
    You'll find a god in every dry ancestor
    And from Dibhala's tray, some rancid tea
    I can feel a ninja sneaking up on me

    One night in Hunghung makes your stomach rumble
    To munch exotic snacks with jasmine tea
    And when their language makes me gasp and mumble
    I'll keep Twoflower close for company
    I can feel the vampire ghosts right next to me!


* * *

Fourth Clog: "Eek!"

One night in Hunghung is everything the song says, but four weeks in Hunghung is a bit too much for some. Which is to say, for me. It's so big! And so crowded! And so far from home! This is the first time I've actually felt homesick since I began my journey. Not that I want to go home yet, but there are so many more places to see and only so many sweet and sour dumplings a body can eat, and only so many frustrated bureaucrats a body can stand to be around, and not enough gigs to make the evenings interesting (although the Imperial State Gymnastic Orchestra was worth the journey all on its own). So I gathered up my ever-increasing pile of acquired stuff, gave it to Red to take back to Bes P for shipping back to Lost Wages, and went looking for Cert.

I found him in the Hall of Curiosities in the Winter Palace, deep in conversation with a wizardy sort who must have been at least 150. Cert introduced him as Four Dread Teeth (and they are), a Doctor of Thaumology and one of the few old-school Agateans to have studied at Unseen University. Doctor Teeth was quite friendly, though his Morporkian is a bit rusty -- foreign languages officially did not exist in the days of the old Empire, especially in Hunghung. He and Cert have been updating each other (though in the case of Teeth, I suppose it's backdating) about developments in technomancy. They were babbling excitedly about something called Kwan T'um, which according to Doctor Teeth was discovered by his people 3,000 years ago but never explored on the grounds of its being inadvisable magic. It looks as though Cert will definitely have a job waiting for him after he gets his degree. Always good news for someone contemplating child support...

* * *

We decided to head for Bhangbhangduc by way of Sum Dim, going Rimwards after that through the Tang Pass in the Big Dragon Mountains (same dragon, apparently). Sum Dim was both a relief and a disappointment after the mad bustle of Hunghung; it's the most isolated major city in the Empire, so in other words old-fashioned in the least pleasant ways. Nothing but paddies, pyjamaed peasants, and...well, nothing else, really. The Sum Dim cuisine is different, though. Very, very spicy and based mostly on clay-pot cooking, with a gooey gluey bubbliness that reminds me of the Ankh. Not Ankh-Morpork, just the Ankh. Occasionally things bubble up to the surface of the pot, and I swear I saw far too many legs on some of them. Cert and I managed to learn a fair bit of conversational Agatean over the weeks, but out here we might as well not have bothered because the Sum dialect is almost a different language. Luckily, they do feed musicians -- but if I hadn't had my lute and my new koto with me, things would've got awfully hungry. We only stayed for two nights, then hit the road with hope in our hearts. I think we should have tried to hire a guide...

* * *

Lost the road in the dark last night. Nothing but plains and foothills. At least foothills means mountains soon, and mountains mean mountain pass, right?

It's getting very cold at night. Almost feel nostalgic for those flying carpets.

* * *

The landscape is getting...strange. Cert got a vintage thaumometer as a gift from Doctor Teeth. I don't know much about magickal devices, but I'm sure it shouldn't be glowing octarine all the time.

* * *

Landscape even stranger. Still nothing but foothills. We seem to have wandered into old Mage Wars ground. Thaumometer exploded this morning. At least I think it was morning. Um.

* * *

Dictating shrtmth definitly Magewars wyrd trees feelin fnny gtting hrdr to spe-


-- Alc

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Note for Roundworlders: the original lyrics for One Night in
Bangkok
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