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Do you ever just find yourself staring at the sea?

If you do, what do you think about? Ugly flags? Dirty spoonerisms? Ideas for better mousetraps? Physically attractive people? Why those fainting goats really do faint? Variations to the lyrics of popular songs that make them funnier? Mick Jagger's strides? Why things that don't work the way they are supposed to don't work the way they are supposed to? Cutting retorts to cruel remarks uttered years ago? The implications of X on Y? Whether that girl with the short skirt in your grade nine science class was aware that you could see her knickers when she sat on that stool the whole time? Who should play you in a movie? What condiment would best compliment a dolphin burger? Which Veronica you'd kill first? What becomes of the broken hearted? Who'd win a fight out of Sartre and Foucault? What kind of cheese would you be if you had to be a cheese?

Just me? Cool.
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Doc said…
Forgive me, but this is perhaps one of the coolest things I've ever read on the internet.

And if I was a cheese, I'd be Swiss.

Doc
15 November 2008 at 18:08
Doc said…
You get the chance, swing by.

http://cultureofbeer.blogspot.com/

Doc
15 November 2008 at 18:13
USelaine said…
Doc, this is a very cool blog.

Sharks.
15 November 2008 at 19:00
Miles McClagan said…
I mostly wonder why Siobhan Fahey left Bananarama to make terrible records with Shakespeares Sister...
15 November 2008 at 19:42
Dina said…
You had to host playgroup today? This is what comes of it?!
15 November 2008 at 20:40
yournotalone said…
...atching the see is very hypnotic... not many people are lyucky to live near sea... I rather love to sit in it, but watching the sunset or sun rise is cool and hearing the sea is awesome
16 November 2008 at 14:28
Anonymous said…
I spend much time pondering the hypocrisy of the mainland invaders.
The ones that are in a lather about peak oil and are planting trees and buying animals in their thousands to make sure they don't starve but drive thumpin' great 4WDs.
What's that about?
16 November 2008 at 20:16
freefalling said…
What fainting goats?!
17 November 2008 at 06:37
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, why I never (waves hand like a southern belle). I shall swing by and check out the beer.

USelaine, really?

Miles, I used to wonder why the one that I liked (Keren, a dreamboat) would run of with someone like Andrew Ridgley rather than me.
17 November 2008 at 10:40
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, hosting playgroup is a big job. Lots of hand waving and ordering kids about.

Aigars, I have never lived more than five minutes from the sea. I’m pretty sure that you have been able to see some water everywhere I’ve lived (I’ve always lived on an island though, so that makes it a tad easier).

Tania, we need to build a ruddy great fence.
17 November 2008 at 10:42
Kris McCracken said…
FF, you don’t know the fainting goats? They’re very famous. Hang on a tic and I’ll find the link.
17 November 2008 at 10:43
Anonymous said…
I think we should make a start...
17 November 2008 at 16:16
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, Henry and I were out last night starting at Geilston Bay with some bricks and sandbags.
20 November 2008 at 12:22
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