Here in Oz, things are a little different.  The east is in the west, and the west is in the east...you figure it out.

We are best known as the home of the ultra-modern and magical Emerald City - where they can dye your eyes to match your gown.  But don't forget, there is so much more to Oz.  Our land is roughly rectangular in shape, and divided along the diagonals into five countries: Munchkin Country in the East, Winkie Country in the West, Gillikin Country in the North, and Quadling Country in the South.  Our diverse geographic regions include mountains, desert, fertile farmland and ocean beaches.

...and, of course, we must not forget our most famous citizens of Oz - the Great and Powerful Wizard, with his alter ego, the man behind the curtain; and, the Wicked Witch with her flying monkeys. 

I've been hanging out here in Oz since the tornado snatched up my home and deposited me here.  I generally love it.  But somedays the citizens of Oz get confused by the presence of a good ol' country farm kid, like Dorothy Gale (especially when the Witch and Wizard  and the local press might lead you to think that me and Scarecrow, Tinman and Lion are up to no good.) Either way, as beautiful and magical and fascinating as it is, it is wise to be cautious or you will find that standing out in Oz can be hazardous to your health. 

If you find my twisted perspective on Oz amuses you, then you may wish to check out my periodic musings on the problems in this Washington and that one, if you feel the need to voice your own opinions, then feel free to respond via the talk back polls.

If you wonder what magickal realities I perceive beyond Oz, then take a peek - if you really like it, I can arrange for you to have more!

So, WELCOME to my world of Oz and other magical realms of being here in the Pacific Northwest.  Come on in and get acquainted.


Melody

  
My midwestern roots keep me grounded despite the occasional attack of flying monkeys and the magnificent threats of the great & powerful.  But I love it here in Oz.  Although you may catch me muttering "no place like home" from time to time, I am rarely tempted to put on the ruby slippers - you never know when somebody's going to "accidentally" drop a house on you while wearing them, and if you get them too close together, you wind up in back in flat, grey Kansas, where evolution is outlawed on a regular basis.   (If you accidentally mouse over the ruby slippers, be sure to duck!)