I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work.

Here is a shot of Henry and regular blog ~~pest~~ commenter Roddy looking for crabs up at Fossil Bluff in Wynyard. You might just be able to see Bass Strait in the background.

As a bonus, here is an arty black and white portrait to scare people off ever getting tattoos. They fade people, and it isn't pleasant when the skin stretches and contracts over time!

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Z said…

Google employees get 20% time to work on whatever they fancy -- and that has been very good for Google. Motivation and productivity are interesting aspects to study, aren't they?

28 February 2010 at 23:23

ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! Kris,
Kris said,"Here is a shot of Henry and regular blog commenter Roddy looking for crabs up at Fossil Bluff in Wynyard."

Nice photograph of...grandfather and grandson. By the way,I find your parents' comments very interesting!
What an interesting quote too!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

1 March 2010 at 02:02

Mo said…

Especially here in Nanny State. Thinking woyuld be a great start.
old tats. well great future business in laser removal I say.

1 March 2010 at 02:27

Magpie said…

They look like a couple pirates looking for buried treasure.
Wonderful bonding.

1 March 2010 at 04:16

Roddy said…

You happened to pick the arm with scars through the tattoo. Mine have aged a lot better than a lot that I have seen over the years. What about the one on my leg that has the scar in exactly the same place as my scar.
That was one absolute fluke. A 30cm. gash that traveled through her leg in exactly the same place.

1 March 2010 at 20:10

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all, don't get tattoos!

4 March 2010 at 11:02

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