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Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.


I thought that I'd share another self portrait with you, this time down near the Supreme Court down here on the Salamanca/Battery Point/Hobart pivot.

In the spirit of sharing, I thought that I'd supplement this self-portrait with a brief pen portrait of ten things about me that seem to exist around these here Internets:
  1. I have never lost a sock.
  2. I hate easily.
  3. I love to think about water.
  4. I honestly believe that my two lads are the best going around.
  5. I would like to eat clouds.
  6. I think that women, and not dogs, are a man's best friend.
  7. I want for little.
  8. The colour blue is my favourite.
  9. It's my birthday on Thursday.
  10. I try each day to be a little bit better.
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Ronda Laveen said…
I love your personal 10 list. Are you sure you never lost a sock? Is that even possible? From one that does much laundry, those little devils are quite prone to walk off?

Great picture.
4 May 2009 at 09:29
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, my wife has lost socks, but I have a process that ensure it is impossible.
4 May 2009 at 09:49
smudgeon said…
Not even lost a sock to the washing machine?

Weird. Genuinely weird.
4 May 2009 at 12:09
Kris McCracken said…
Me, but if they go in, they must come out. If the process does not allow an unmatched sock to enter, no unmatched sock can leave. The gulf between "on the line" and "in the wash" is where most lost socks go.

The process must not allow socks to enter that gulf.
4 May 2009 at 12:25
Hallam said…
The mini dress set off nicely by the elephant man leg.
4 May 2009 at 14:28
Kris McCracken said…
Hallam, I often wear my mini skirt to work. And you know how popular neurofibromatosis is with the kids these days!
4 May 2009 at 14:47
yamini said…
Hillarious!!!!!
The top ten list starts at an unbelievable not, as rightly pointed out by others here.
How can u not lose a sock for your entire life? I mean, socks, handkerchiefs, etc, are items, which one buys in bulk, only because we know we are gonna lose them sooner or later.
What is your secret?
4 May 2009 at 15:53
Babzy.B said…
your list sounds like your poetry ;)
4 May 2009 at 17:07
Miles McClagan said…
If you have never lost socks but found at least 1ne, the universe is out of wack...
4 May 2009 at 18:20
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
Very interesting list. Happy Birthday!!!!

I've lost lots of socks.

OH, and the picture is nice too! Really nice.
4 May 2009 at 18:43
Roddy said…
Nice self portrait, however it does make you look like some shadowy character.
Your favourite father is back at work, but this time, in touch with the world.
I will be watching you closely so you had best behave.
No more missing my favourite family.
Hello Jen, Henry and Ezra. And of course yourself.
4 May 2009 at 19:08
Priyanka Khot said…
Hey!

what is the big deal about not losing a sock? I agree that if the process is in place that never happens..

1. I too have never lost a sock.
2. I too hate easily.
3. I too love to think about water.
4. I honestly believe that your two lads are the best going around.
5. I a not too sure about eating clouds though.
6. I think dogs are any day better than most men.
7. I want for a lot
8. The colour blue is my favourite as well.
9. My birthday is in June
10. I try each day to be a little bit better.

I like your obsession with making lists... I am on the verge of joining the club. :-)
4 May 2009 at 20:19
Jackie said…
I like your #10. I fall very short of that, it has to be said.

I hope the boys have a party planned for their dad for Thursday. Just remember not to do anything I wouldn't.
4 May 2009 at 20:56
Candie said…
Great stuff!
I could eat clouds too!
Will think of you on thursday!
4 May 2009 at 23:56
lemon said…
Well, I wish you have a very happy birthday, and your life to be going on for ever just like now, loving, healthy and content with small (but really so huge) pleasures.
I send my love, to all 4 of you!
5 May 2009 at 04:24
tony said…
Great Photos & Text this week (as usual).Have A Great Week.
5 May 2009 at 05:18
Sue said…
I NEVER lose socks in the washing either. Two go in...two come out...simple. Two one the line...two back in the drawer...simple.
But then...we have Cody! Who loses his socks all over the place. Hence, we have a myriad of lone socks.
Now, don't get me started on his undies!???!
5 May 2009 at 07:57
KL said…
Absolutely lovely self-portrait :-D. The cow-eyes, athletic legs, and as the saying goes - tall, dark and handsome- everything is perfectly visible...uh lala....(Man! Jen is going to kill me. Please ask her not to).

Not lost any socks!? No Big Deal. I have never lost any socks and I have also never lost any of my hubby's socks...so there go....:-P
5 May 2009 at 10:33
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, Jen has lost a few of mine, but I don’t know how. Sue nailed it down below: two go in, two go out! There’s nowhere for them to go.
6 May 2009 at 13:35
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I will choose to interpret that as a compliment.
6 May 2009 at 13:35
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, I have found a few loose ones of other peoples.
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, running up a huge bill no doubt.
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, lists are always good fun.
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, I try, and am certainly not always successful! As for b’day, the best we’ll do is maybe go out for pancakes. I am taking the day off work, however!
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, clouds look so tasty.
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, they are big for little people.
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Tony, it’s all luck!
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, process process process!
6 May 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
KL, she has been known to get very jealous, only she takes it out on me!
6 May 2009 at 13:36
frances said…
Krispy how tall are you.
7 May 2009 at 07:21
Kris McCracken said…
Frances, I am 193 centimetres tall. I have been told that this equates to somewhere around 6' 3" or 6' 4".
8 May 2009 at 11:27
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