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Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence.


Here is but one of the entries to the Battery Point Park Ezra Leo Fitzgerald McCracken Psychotropical Brain Explosion. It is here that I recline and read my post-Soviet black comedies in the (relative) peace and quiet of the lunch break.

We're currently debating whether or not to attempt a second run to the Salmon Ponds this morning. Or perhaps we will stick to finding a beach and flying our kites.

Decisions, decisions.
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Roddy said…
Don't tell me. Someone told you to go fly a kite!
I know how you and the kids look forward to your days out, but has anyone asked Jen?
6 November 2009 at 19:49
Kris McCracken said…
I liked this photo so much, but it appears I was the only one!
10 November 2009 at 10:33
yamini said…
I loooooooove this photo, specially the place in the photo. How I would like to settle down with a good book to read on these stairs, sigh!!!!! if only I didnt have a life to live, I could sit on these stairs for ever and read, just read...
11 November 2009 at 17:57
Kris McCracken said…
It's a good place to read tales of sex-obsessed ghost giraffes.
13 November 2009 at 07:57
yamini said…
Ha ha ha!! thanks for the suggestion Kris, But I would rather stick to period romances....
13 November 2009 at 15:48
Kris McCracken said…
You don't know what you're missing!
13 November 2009 at 16:36
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