This will hurt me...

Given that it's Easter and all, I figured that I'd get into the spirit and publish a post with a religious message. I am a big fan of See Mike Draw since I first saw the site, oh it must be a week now. Anyway, do yourself a favour and check out his site. They're all very funny, albeit in a slightly twisted way.

Went for a walk yesterday along the river's edge with Henry and Jen, and spotted many birds lurking around looking for some tasty fish to eat. The picture today is of three Black-faced Cormorants . Also known as the black-faced shag (fnarr-fnarr), there are so many of these fellows hanging about that they give their name to the next bay up from ours, "Shag Bay". And don't the local teenage boys just love that!

Given that I have been surprised to learn that there are people from all over who seem to be reading this blog; I thought that I would accept an open meme that was presented at Miss Cellannia 's site some time ago. Of course, always short of ideas, I thought that I would rise to the challenge and today present to you "four sets of four things" about my home state – the artist formally known as Van Diemen's Land – Tasmania . As always, bias shall play no part in my representation of my home. A Tasmanian Devil, looking very annoyed Four things that you may have heard about Tasmania: 1. The Tasmanian Devil . Not to be confused with the Looney Tunes bloke . 2. Wilderness . Whether we're talking some of the world's biggest surf at Shipstern Bluff ; wombats trekking through the snow at Cradle Mountain ; the aptly named Hell's Gates on the West coast; world class bushwalking on the Overland Track ; or just getting lost in one of the most remote and inaccessibl

There is no need to go to work today because it's Good Friday, so I've dug into the thousands of photos we've taken over the past year to find one to put on the blog that might reflect life in Hobart. I've chosen this one taken in November, on a warm Saturday afternoon spent shifting a very large pile of rocks from one side of our garden to another, only then to decide that I didn't like the way it looked and shifting them back again. All great fun, I can assure you. Anyway, Henry spent most of the time in a observational capacity, offering a little advice here and there. I offered him the shovel to help out, and took this picture of him contemplating a life of manual labour. I think that it was at this point he decided that 'benevolent dictator' might be more up his alley!

The always amusing Clarke and Dawe weigh in on the state of the economy. Well worth a look!

Today’s ad is companion piece to very first one I posted. To be honest with you, there’s not much I can add to the wise words of the Soda Pop Board of America. Click on the picture and read the blurb. I wonder whether this would this pass muster for those advocating new laws on junk food advertising.

Today’s photo was taken on the Tasmanian Parliament’s front lawn at around 7:50 am this morning. It’s a nice brisk day, and there were very few people about. This is only about a few hundred metres from work, so no need to detour to find some colour! The building itself was completed (primarily through the use of convict labour) in 1840 and is a pretty good example of a Georgian Colonial style. The structure is made of sandstone and was originally intended to be the Customs House and architect's offices. In April 1856 alterations were made to accommodate the new bicameral Parliament. Aside from the political intrigue that takes place within, the lawn serves as a nice place to sit and eat your lunch or read a book, especially now that they've stiffened the laws around public drunkenness (unless you're an esteemed member of the opposition!)

Unlike DMX, I've heard of him. And I know that the guy has admirable qualities, and I know that it's very much against the trend (at least the global trend), but I just don't get the whole Barack Obama thing. I know what it means for people to have a viable African-American candidate, and I know that many Americans appear to be looking to make a statement that the US is capable of choosing a 'progressive' and more articulate alternative to the current occupant of the White House. But Obama? He just leaves me cold. For a while I wasn't sure what it was that left me that way. And then it clicked. I've figured out what it is that makes me unsure about Barack Obama. No, not the cult-like behaviour of some of his followers (although that too freaks me out a bit, but it's not unknown in US politics). What turns me off is who he reminds me of when I hear him speak. And who is that, you may well ask. Johnathon Livingston Seagull . That's who. And if you re

As promised, the world's next Baryshnikov, dear little Henry dancing to Wilco. Apologies for the light, I just grabbed the camera and started rolling. Anyway, I think that it has a novel 'Blair Witch' hand held feel to it!

I've been visiting many blogs over the past few weeks from all over the globe and admiring photographs that people have taken of their home towns, so I thought I'd take the camera in to work today and see if I could find something worth taking a picture of. Much like my "Journey into work" post of a few weeks ago, I was once again drawn to the waterfront!

(With a nod to Kottke.org for the tip.) Apparently the rapper DMX has some fame in the world of music, although to be honest I'd struggle to identify him. I have heard of him though. Anyway, he revealed in an interview just published that he had never heard of Barack Obama, and it prompts an amusing little back and forth. People need to think of this the next time they wheel out a celebrity to pimp a politician or cause! The original discussion can be found at the XXL magazine's website . (Note: the interviewer is in maroon, DMX in green). " Are you following the presidential race? Not at all.   You're not? You know there's a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there's Hillary Clinton. His name is Barack?!   Barack Obama, yeah. Barack?!   Barack. What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?   Yeah, his dad is from Kenya. Barack Obama?   Yeah. What the fuck?! That ain't no fuckin' name, yo. That ain't that nigga's n

I’m not going to lie to you, I like penguins. I especially like it when they gather in large groups.

Today's ad is best seen as a counterpoint to the previous one . Accordingly, if cute 'n fluffy, sweet little lambs with flowers in their hair cannot stir your loins for a fight, perhaps extreme violence will! I like the touch of Rambo about this one.

Look I know that this is like, eight years late, but I only just saw this a couple of days ago, and I really think that it is the funniest thing I've seen in years, so I thought that I'd share. If you saw this one of the previous ten times that it circled teh internets, think of this as a pleasant reminder.

This comic is for Vince: I have been enjoying throughout the day these little cartoons by Canadian Kate Beaton (in my sanity breaks), who draws from all sorts of things, particularly interesting little titbits from history. As an aside, the spellchecker says 'titbits'. Funny, I've always said 'tidbits', but it is TITbits. Filthy. Well there you go! Anyway, if you liked this, here is her website , and some other links to some of her work.

Picture this: much of Europe is under the yoke of a homicidal totalitarian dictatorship, entire nations' armies have been crushed and their populations as good as enslaved. Asia is currently being overrun by a similarly brutal regime. You have been attacked on the underhanded manner and have now been driven to fight a war on two fronts. The scale of this war is unprecedented in history. Young men are dying in every corner of the globe. The extreme costs of such an enterprise are putting a great burden on the nation's reserves. The public is being encouraged to purchase war bonds to aid the war effort, which may continue for many years. So you stop and you ask yourself, just what is it that we fighting for? Just why should I buy war bonds? The answer? Huh? A f*cking lamb in a bow with a laurel wreath on its head, and a flower tucked behind its ear? WTF?!?!? This is the best that she could think of?

Back on the bad public policy bandwagon, I'll be interested to see where the Rudd government goes with regards to the baby bonus. Despite the fact that Jen and I are sitting on a nice little earner come August, I think that it is yet another good example of terrible public policy from the Howard government. There is no real social or economic rationale to the policy (in its present form), and really stands out as a crude inducement to win votes. These are generally where the most obvious public policy failures occur.   Thus, I was interested to read this piece by Professor Joshua Gans on his Core Economics website . In it, he argues that the bonus can be eliminated with little political cost. It is an interesting take on how government might phase out the bonus, and if there is one thing to be learned from the media's appalling presentation of the issue of carers' bonus payments, the purging of previous government's bad policies ('inducements') will have to be

The damn fools that own this building have come in and painted all of the window panes. How very nice of them. Hey, got quite a bit of blue paint on all the windows, but they’ve given it their best shot. Nonetheless, they've neglected to open the windows a crack while doing it, which means that they effectively glued it shut and now – despite significant effort on my behalf – I can't open my bloody thing! The one thing that makes working in this godforsaken converted warehouse bearable and they take it away from me! It's projected to be 33°C today! This building has been shut up since Friday and it's like a sauna already! This calls for my friend the angry protestor: [Note: seriously, if anyone knows how to crack one of these mothers open, I'd be most grateful!]

As the current Democratic primaries are demonstrating, sexist stereotyping remains acceptable in the twenty-first century ( MEOW! Political commentary and the " claws are out ", how do you like that Mr Obama?) Anyway, with that off my chest, I dipped into my deep well of advertisements from days gone by and found a ripper. The woman is so dumb that I'm sure that she'd make a fine Vice Presidential candidate!