Skip to main content

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.


By golly I have been busy today. To ease the strain, here is Ez getting in some early bull riding practice. As is the namby pampy politically correct norm these days, I couldn't find a farmer to let us use their bull.

Insurance costs, they tell me!

No wonder the world is going to hell in a hand basket!

[Anyone who can spot the link between the content and the title will have earned respect!]
Labels:

Comments

USelaine said…
Your thoughts are always too nuanced for my old brain. On a brighter note, I can advise that you talked to the wrong farmer. You need mutton.
4 March 2009 at 17:52
Sue said…
OMG...I LOVE mutton bustin'!!!!!
Please get Henry and Ezra some sheep!!!
It's enough to make a girl go out and adopt some children (as I am now too old to give birth anymore) so I can have some mutton busting kiddies here!!!
Yee Haw!!!
Does the title give us the merest hint that the content of your post is tongue in cheek??? Just my thought on this....???
4 March 2009 at 21:58
EG CameraGirl said…
On a simpler note: my, isn't Ezra growing up fast? Does he often this happy? Love his cheerful face.
4 March 2009 at 23:59
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
Children and their things.
At least I have time to see-read your blog again. I was very busy last days.
And I was very worried about my 16 months old son. Last week he was operated by a problem in the tear drainage duct of one of his eyes. The time of the operation seemed eternal. Although only lasted half an hour to half an hour later did not know how the operation had passed. Luckily it seems that everything has gone well and that your problem is solved.
5 March 2009 at 00:29
Debbie Courson Smith said…
I was thinking mutton busting, too, it will be so worth it if you would be a good daddy and buy them a sheep.
5 March 2009 at 02:52
Anonymous said…
That is the cutest picture! What a happy face :) (I'd watch out for him, he's even charming old cynics like me, the girls will be queueing up in a few years)
5 March 2009 at 07:43
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, I hate to admit it (and I'm going against the grain of commentators), but the whole mutton busting business makes me a little uncomfortable. I'm sure that I would have loved it as a kid, but it seems so needlessly cruel. I've always had a touch of the animal liberationist in me though.

Toddler mixed martial arts is fine with me though, just as long as furry creatures aren't hurt in the name of entertainment!
5 March 2009 at 08:39
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I can't believe no-one knows their Hemingway!
5 March 2009 at 08:39
Kris McCracken said…
YEGTG, he is happy most of the time. I've no idea where he gets it because I'm a miserable bastard.
5 March 2009 at 08:40
Kris McCracken said…
MDP, I'd hate to think how I'd feel if one of my two lads had to have an operation. I'd struggle to cope with the nerves!

I'm very glad to hear that things for your little bloke has turned out for the best.
5 March 2009 at 08:42
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, sheep are too dumb for me. I like cows. Maybe we could get him an alpaca. How smart are they?
5 March 2009 at 08:43
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I expect Ez to be quite the Lothario when he gets older. If I had any tips for him, I'd share them, but alas I'm not sure how much help I would be...
5 March 2009 at 08:45
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mad as hell

So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...
62 comments
Read more

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...
50 comments
Read more