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Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.


What an embarrassingly late first post for the day. This is what happens when you don't prepare ahead! Above is the Hydro Tasmania building from my favourite angle.

The powers that be decided to allow the bigwigs from HQ to spirit me off to Campbell Town for a pow-wow drawn from all of the fiefdoms across the land. Even better, I had my very own slot in this meeting to present my report! Even more better, I don't have a report!

I can now see the logic that drove decision-making processes of the powers that be. It is a damn fine thing that I'm not shy and I can string a sentence or two together, lest I make a fool of myself!

Anyway, I wrote a poem.

thank you

thank you
for
not thinking
today
about me.

Comments

Vince said…
that's a terrific photo Krispy.

watched The Departed (on TV) on the weekend. I thought it was a very good flick.
Roddy said…
It's a pity that the joke is on us. I guess that's life though.
Baino said…
"More Better" haha very excellent!
Roddy said…
Aren't we lucky that all buildings aren't identical. Life would then be so boring. Somebody saw something in the architecture, because the building is there.
Chris Wolf said…
good luck with your non-report
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, hasn’t that got Leonardo DiCapricciosaonathinbase in it? I can’t watch anything with him.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it is a sad, cruel world indeed.
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, it is a good term!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, damn buildings!
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, I had to do it on the day, five minutes after hearing about it! It went surprisingly well, but that is primarily because I am full of myself...

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