He had read somewhere that love had been invented in the eleventh century by the troubadours. Why had they not left us with lust?

For those interested in the post dated December 3.
'Polly', my friend and constant companion left this world on December 8th.
She was 13 years old our time. Approx. 96 years her time.
There is a hole too large to imagine at present.
She suffers no more.
My apologies Kris for using your blog as my obituary space. Roddy.

14 December 2009 at 22:23

Anonymous said…

This is a big world and those beyond offer so much more.

15 December 2009 at 00:01

ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! Kris,
A lot on the plate there Ezra, but least you have a great facial expression!

Roddy said,"For those interested in the post dated December 3.
'Polly', my friend and constant companion left this world on December 8th.
She was 13 years old our time. Approx. 96 years her time."
:-(
I'am so very sorry to hear about that Kris' dad...

Thanks, for sharing the photograph Kris...
DeeDee ;-D

15 December 2009 at 05:47

Tash said…

You sure he is not just wishing for bigger waves? He looks like an up & coming surfer to me - and an adorable one at that.

15 December 2009 at 07:09

Tom said…

life's a beach

15 December 2009 at 11:42

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all.

Ez was pondering Polly.

18 December 2009 at 09:47

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

Can you believe that it is time for Theme Thursday already? Today we are not talking chocolate , toddlers , mess or ignominy . No, today we're dealing with ANIMAL . Now I could have posted a picture of a possum, numbat, wombat, wallaby or any other furry killing machine that roams our fair isle, but I figure that I'd use a far more deadly creature as an example of an animal . Some people - I know them as fools - have chosen to embrace that highfalutin idea that human beans are for some ungodly reason superior to animals. Of course, what these imbeciles seem to forget is that were are simple animals ourselves ! Anyone with a baby, toddler, teenage boy or Queenslander in their household could tell you this. Look at Henry [above]. One chocolate frog in the back of the car on a sunny day and all of a sudden it's Elagabalus meets Bacchus for a quick shandy in the Serengeti and we're down on all fours carrying on like a cat in heat. Fair dinkum, anyone who chooses to ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

This will hurt me...

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