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It seems to me certain that more people are killed out of righteous stupidity than out of wickedness.


Here you go, a boxy building catching the morning sun in Hobart's CBD, what could be finer?

Err... Actually... Off the top of my head:

  • Eight hours straight of sleep. [I will accept five.]
  • A healthy dose of Playstation.
  • A bit of peace and quiet.
  • A lovely meal without interruption.
  • Something, anything on the TV that does not involving little red monsters, Spanish-speaking squirrels (¡hola Tico!), dancing blobs or Tombliboo related shenanigans.
  • A baby that is willing to sleep without being wrapped.
  • Making it all the way through a picture book without someone snatching it off me yelling “MINE!”
  • A day without a meeting.
  • A shop free of Christmas decorations.
  • A visit to the toilet that doesn't involve 1) locking the door and listening to an angry toddler banging on it; or ii) carrying on a conversation with said toddler about why we don't pull out the whole toilet roll in one go.

Go on then, the floor is yours, what do you think is finer than sun on a Hobart building?

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smudgeon said…
* Lake Echo swiss cheese

That's about it.

Are we ever going to see the results of your seemingly unrelated surveys?
28 October 2008 at 18:25
Jules said…
Crusty French bread, mushrooms and a day shopping with my girls - well maybe a day with them - skip the shopping - they have graduated somewhat from a packet of chips and a milkshake!!!!
28 October 2008 at 19:33
Miles McClagan said…
The training montage in Rocky IV

That's better than anything...
28 October 2008 at 21:09
Dina said…
Ah the joys of parenthood. This too shall pass, as we said.
28 October 2008 at 21:33
Anonymous said…
Fresh baked bread with a crust and a soft interior. Like your post today.
28 October 2008 at 21:57
Anonymous said…
The Rocky Mountains, A Tropical Beach, A Bonfire At My Parents Farm - I'm not a city girl, so buildings are mush to me - but the sun shining off the side is pretty. hehehe

And what do you mean about the title? I don't understand!
29 October 2008 at 03:03
Anonymous said…
A completed PhD thesis (will it ever ever end .....?). That's all.
29 October 2008 at 06:47
USelaine said…
A day at work where project management skills and creativity are admired, rewarded, and utilized.
29 October 2008 at 07:46
yamini said…
"An uninterrupted session of reading a really entertaining book" or "a walk through a field full of daffodils."
Or better still, "to eat without putting on weight (also cut out the guilt factor)."
Ahh, the vagaries of life and our dreams, there couldn't be a better oxymoron...
29 October 2008 at 17:14
Priyanka Khot said…
the markets having more shoppers than policemen because of terror threats.
29 October 2008 at 17:14
stromsjo said…
The sun on two Hobart buildings? ;)
1 November 2008 at 09:10
Kris McCracken said…
Me, when I get a moment, I will crunch the numbers.

Jules, bread is lovely when fresh, isn’t it?

Miles McClagan, I don’t know. The training montage in the first Rocky was awesome...
3 November 2008 at 09:08
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, sometimes I really hope so...

Abe, there is a lot of love for bread today.

Ms. Hays, are you sure that you’re not John Denver in disguise?
3 November 2008 at 09:09
Kris McCracken said…
Oh, and I forgot Ms. Hays, the title is a companion piece to "the road to hell is filled with good intentions". That is, intense fervour of any kind that consumes groups of people (religious, patriotic, moral, 'scientific' [e.g. eugenics or Marxism] et cetera, often results in profoundly stupid outcomes that kill a lot of people.

That is, it does not take ill will to do ill deeds!
3 November 2008 at 09:13
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, believe me when I say that I know exactly what you mean! (Says the man who has stalled on his PhD for the past two years...)

USelaine, it will never happen in this place...

Yamini, very good thoughts. I’ll endorse them!

Priyanka, it must a shocking state of affairs right now where you are. Anyone who targets ordinary people going about their business more than prove the title that I’ve chosen today!

Per, well done... :)
3 November 2008 at 09:54
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