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When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.


Thursday morning, seven hundred hours. The job is at hand: hop in the kayak, nip down to the Antarctic, a spell on the Wurlitzer, harass some randy Great Whites, brave the huge swells of the Southern Ocean, nibble on some blubber, chuck some rocks at the penguins, string up a couple of tennis racquets, sing a couple of show tunes, evade some icebergs, ponder the fate of Schrödinger's cat, zig-zag through the squalls, step aside for a quick shandy, head back up the Derwent, and in to work!

Are you up for it, or are you YELLOW?

Theme Thursday. Like Theme Tuesday, only on Thursday.
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Tina said…
This is my first Theme Thursday and your post is really quirky! Great pic.

The Clean White Page
1 April 2010 at 10:25
Brian Miller said…
oh i am in...when do we leave?
1 April 2010 at 10:52
Kris McCracken said…
Tina, quirky?

Never!
1 April 2010 at 11:46
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, every weekday morning!
1 April 2010 at 11:47
Nanc Twop said…
Sure, lets go - we could see where they hide all those (frozen?) Ants in the Antarctic. ;-)
1 April 2010 at 12:35
Kris McCracken said…
Nanc, angry ants.
1 April 2010 at 13:15
Magpie said…
Sorry...I'm yellow. :(
1 April 2010 at 14:14
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, and lily-livered?
1 April 2010 at 14:19
Babzy.B said…
the image is really impressive , very good shot !
1 April 2010 at 17:30
Tom said…
you're not leaving any time for a nap--i'm staying with Schrödinger's cat.
1 April 2010 at 19:23
Everyday Goddess said…
I'm glad you are not Yellow. My sense of real life adventure is so lame these days.

Nice to meet you from the theme thursday group!
2 April 2010 at 06:34
Baino said…
Gorgeous photos such a crisp morning. I can barely stand up at dawn let alone Kyak along the Derwent! Then my closest river is the Parramatta river and that really is 'yellow'.
2 April 2010 at 07:44
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, we'll sleep when we're dead!
2 April 2010 at 08:26
Kris McCracken said…
EG, I'm only yellow when it comes to girls.
2 April 2010 at 08:26
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, it does remind one of urine, I'll grant you that.
2 April 2010 at 08:27
Ziva said…
I'm yellow, but I think it's a liver problem. I'm totally up for Theme Thursday.
2 April 2010 at 08:31
Kris McCracken said…
Ziva, my grandmother was quite yellow just before she died. Of course, we weren't supposed to laugh...
2 April 2010 at 08:32
PattiKen said…
Well, you certainly don't lead a boring life. And wow, that is a great picture.

Mine is here.
4 April 2010 at 02:15
Anonymous said…
lovely plan,
where my ticket?

Happy Easter!
4 April 2010 at 12:03
Anonymous said…
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/01/lets-double-thursday-fun/

hope that you like mine!
4 April 2010 at 12:04
Kris McCracken said…
PattiKen, it is mundane to the extreme.
7 April 2010 at 17:03
Kris McCracken said…
Jingley, good stuff.
7 April 2010 at 17:04
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