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We are all going to die. its only a matter of time.


Here we are atop Mount Wellington again, trying to see Antarctica. Unfortunately, the view doesn't extend much beyond the Tasman Peninsula, and the rocks are already obsfucating things as it is. Bloody rocks. You can, however, see the offing. I love the offing.

I have another day off, which will mean two three day weeks running. I could get used to a three day week, no worries.

Three sleeps to Satan Claws. Are you excited yet?

Comments

KL said…
Some questions:
1. Really you can see Antarctica from there, or just joking?
2. What is an offing?
3. Do Australians get really that much day like in Paris or in some Scandinavian countries off or you the lucky one?
Hi! Kris,
Nice photograph...atop Mount Wellington.
By the way, Happy Holidays to you and Jen,Henry,Ezra and your families too!
DeeDee ;-D
Kris McCracken said…
KL:

1) No, it's too far away. We're closer than most others though!

2) The horizon (Ancient Greek ὁ ὁρίζων, from ὁρίζειν, "to limit") is the apparent line that separates earth from sky. It is also a nautical term, meaning near at hand; originally it meant a distance from the shore - i.e., towards the horizon.

3) Not usually, but I've managed to gain a bit of power in the workplace and negotiate more family friendly hours.
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, thanks! And to you and yours!
yamini said…
The sunshine, hopefully, must be welcome, isn't it.

We havent heard either Henry or Ez talking in a long time now. Can we please have a video of both of them soon? plzzzzzzzzzzz
Roddy said…
Beside myself with anticipation. I get home on the 23rd. I was all geared up for the 10th. January so this is a nice surprise. Unfortunately I go back at the end of January.
See you all for Christmas.
You astound me my son. Ancient Greek now. Modern Greek would be hard enough.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I will try over Christmas to get some.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, we're gone by the tenth!

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