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The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.


One day I am going to take the ferry to work.

One day.

Here is the ferry [I think] MV Jeremiah Ryan cruising its way around Bellerive Bluff.

I lost my camera the other day, and I am very down about it.

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Jackie said…
Sorry to hear about your camera, I'd be down too. My camera died a few months ago rather than disappeared, but I still miss it :(
Carola said…
Kris, what, what happend to your camera?

Great pic from your boys on the slide.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, the camera was my own fault, so I'm coping okay. It's work stuff that's pissing me off and making me angry most of the day at the moment!
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I was sick and I was tired and I sat down on a bench, and then forgot to pick it up when I walked off. By the time I realised that I had forgotten it (about 45 minutes), it was gone.

I canvassed all houses/shops/police/council, but no sign of it.

Oh well. Some people are starving in the world, so I'm not too fussed about it.
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