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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.
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Vince said…
that's a terrific photo Krispy.

watched The Departed (on TV) on the weekend. I thought it was a very good flick.
18 May 2009 at 18:44
Roddy said…
It's a pity that the joke is on us. I guess that's life though.
18 May 2009 at 21:36
Baino said…
"More Better" haha very excellent!
18 May 2009 at 21:45
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.
18 May 2009 at 21:50
Chris Wolf said…
good luck with your non-report
19 May 2009 at 00:03
Kris McCracken said…
Vince, hasn’t that got Leonardo DiCapricciosaonathinbase in it? I can’t watch anything with him.
19 May 2009 at 11:29
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it is a sad, cruel world indeed.
19 May 2009 at 11:29
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, it is a good term!
19 May 2009 at 11:29
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, damn buildings!
19 May 2009 at 11:29
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...
19 May 2009 at 11:29
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