This will hurt me...

Henry has a new trick: he wraps his little brother in a blanket, piles on numerous pillows and cushions, and then sits atop the mound. As a younger brother myself, I can testify to the fact that this kind of behaviour is all to common in the big brother community. Here he is [above], planning his next assault.

Warmer weather in Hobart means only one thing: pissed idiots watersports! Get your mind out of the gutter people, I'm talking about yachts, swimming and Great White Shark Wrestling.

Ezzie (with Jen in the background) looks like he has a 1970s-vibe going on here. When I look at this photo, for some reason it is accompanied by Seals and Crofts' Summer Breeze . Do you think I need help for that?

The past two weeks has seen a combination of drilling, jackhammering, blasting, digging, more jackhammering, more blasting, more digging right outside my office window . At first I thought that it was an innovative art display, but when the blokes stopped for a smoke and to display a genrous amount of arse crack to passing tourists, I was convinced that they were genuine, dinky di, ridgy didge, legit Aussie workers .

Here is my family, on top of the world Hobart!

I often bemoan young people today: their ridiculous haircuts, preposterous clothes, inane banter, poor social skills, inadequate manners, reprehensible idols, embrace of stupidity and lack of historical knowledge, as well as being younger than me disrespect of their elders and betters. On one level though, they have not changed a dot since I ceased being young and joyous – I was about nine – their minds are as filthy and infantile as ever! Experience the witty banter of the North Hobart yoof as seen in this graffiti-ridden wall next to the swings in St. Andrews Park. There is something especially poignant about the lack of apostrophe in the flippant homophobic slur. The lack of attention to correct grammar is matched only with the casual disregard to good manners! It’s Theme Thursday you see, and alas I am already LATE for a meeting!

Like all good children, Ezra listens with great intent , deference and respect to everything his mother tells him. The he goes off and does the opposite.

Here is a [not very good] photograph of Hobart as seen from the waterfront area. Apologies for the brevity, but apparently I am to present on a topic unfamiliar to me in less than one hour to fifty people.

This photo was taken some time ago, and tellingly, it reveals that young Henry's cursive script at age 2 already surpasses my own. Well done Henry!

Ezra woke everybody up and three am this morning, and I couldn't get myself back to sleep. Fair dinkum, I needed a crane to lift me out of bed to get ready for work. Above is a photo of the CSIRO crane down here in the Salamanca district of Hobart. I cannot confirm or deny that this crane is used to lift up whales to measure and weigh their farts (thus helping solve the global warming/cooling conundrum). My wife wasn't allowed to watch much commercial television when she was a child, so her knowledge of pop culture references is limited, to say the least. I, on the other hand, had no such limitations. Thus my head is filled with all sorts of useless interesting and informative bibs and bobs of ephemera. This affords me many opportunities to scoff and shake my head at Jen's inability to identify my subtle reworking of J.J. from Good Times DY-NO-MITE! catchphrase or humorous "someone should blow those nuns up" that evokes the very best of Ted Bullpit. Of course,

"You want me to do what? FORGETABOUTIT! Here Ezra does his best Tony Soprano impression...

I will wager that these two fellows have told their wives: "Love, I need some exercise. It's not good enough that we go about living our empty, sedentary lives, eating rubbish, drinking too much wine and generally carrying on like teenagers. No, things are going to change ! That's why I've invested in these top of the range high tech, carbon fibred sneakers! They way I look at it, the three hundred bucks I paid is an investment ." Then they opt to powerwalk down to the local greasy spoon and feast on a fry up. BAH!

Is that an alpaca at the end of your hand, or are you just happy to see me? Hang on a tic, that's not right... Here is Henry feeding an llama alpaca llama alpaca llama alpaca at ZooDoo a while back.

Here we are sat astride Mount Wellington and looking towards the south east. No, it isn't high enough that you can see Antarctica, but that crescent-shaped bay there is Opossum Bay . Rumour has it that Abel Tasman named it so when he spotted millions of opossums body surfing in the bay, before retiring off the smoke joints in the sand and make out with each other. "Oh possums!" he [allegedly] exclaimed. Or not. Further behind you can see the broader Tasman Peninsula, which includes Port Arthur, once known for it's large and - for the time - innovative penal colony. Now it's known for something different. Sunday Top Five! Ezra's Vocabulary : 1. "Thank You" 2. "Mama" 3. "Dadda" 4. "Oooh Ya" 5. "Bye Bye"