(My) Photo of the day, Or In politics... shared hatreds are almost always the basis of friendships.

The Tasmanian Parliament. In the morning. In the rain. Yes it is cold. Very cold.

Yes. It is still the robot. Today I have a quiz. Today I will name five names and you have to guess what it is that these people have in common.

Here are the names:

Raquel Welsh
Teri Hatcher
Cameron Diaz
Sandra Bullock
and current US President George W. Bush

Answers in the comment section. First correct answer wins a prize.

The prize will be the deep satisfaction that can only come with knowing that you have won a meaningless contest.

Comments

Sue said…

Hi Robot!
Give my love to Kris, Jen and Henry and tell them I hope they are having a wonderful weekend!
My answer to the question is...they were all cheer leaders at their respective colleges.
Is that right, Robot? Can I now be deeply satisfied????? I haven't won anything so meaningless for a while!

8 June 2008 at 14:50

Maria Verivaki said…

they're all actors

8 June 2008 at 18:42

The D in D & T said…

breast implants? :)

9 June 2008 at 10:09

Jim Klenke said…

They are all robots like you? Well not Raquel, va va va voom.

9 June 2008 at 21:51

Kris McCracken said…

Sue, you got it first go. I hope that the satisfaction keeps you warm at night for at least a week.

10 June 2008 at 11:07

Sue said…

Mmmm...satisfaction..oooh, I feel all warm and fuzzy! Ooops...that may be the buzz from painkillers the doctor just gave me though! haha
Before I go...looove Fern Glade.... has to be the No.1 spot in Burnie. Cody still remembers seeing the platypus there when we visited when he was little.

10 June 2008 at 18:28

Kris McCracken said…

Sue, there have been even more platypus appear in the last ten years.

12 June 2008 at 08:34

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

This will hurt me...

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