We are far more liable to catch the vices than the virtues of our associates.

So I am indulging in my angle thing again, and wouldn't you know it, there's two blokes on the roof giving me lip. Thankfully, the breeze meant that their spit kept blowing back upon them. The best they could manage was chucking a rope at me (you can see it on the left there). I did consider climbing up there and giving them a thorough thrashing, but - like Richard Gere sans the gerbils - I am a gentleman, rather than a brute.

Comments

Miles McClagan said…

I've just been coming back all week to see if you watched that advert of the woman having radiation dirt put on her face...no one has ever thrown a rope at me though...unless they were crap at it and I didn't notice

17 November 2008 at 22:16

Anonymous said…

That loosk funny. At first you only see the graphical thing, the blue panels but then ... the tiny men on the rooftop. Men are more important than everything ;-)

18 November 2008 at 07:03

Dina said…

Kinda scary, the whole thing.

18 November 2008 at 07:59

Jim Klenke said…

Funny Richard Gere reference.

I like the perspective. Looks like the guys up there are about to fall over.

18 November 2008 at 11:43

Kris McCracken said…

Miles, I did see the ad and agree that it is an odd bit of business.

April, men are trouble!

Dina, harmless hijinks, just done from a high!

Jim, Richard Gere makes for better jokes than he does movies. I think that these fellows survived.

28 November 2008 at 08:51

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

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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