(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

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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