Egotism is the anaesthetic that dulls the pains of stupidity.

Art in action. April 2010.

In a rush, here's part one of a meme...

1. What's your favourite Dr. Seuss book?
I loathe Dr. Seuss. I mean, really, he just makes words up and yet still can't work out regular metre?

2. If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?
Robin's Nest, from Magnum P.I.

3. What's the longest you've gone without sleep? Five or six days. I wasn't really keeping track.

4. What's your favourite Barry Manilow song?
What? I think that the only song of his I know was called Mandy, but I can't recall anything about it. Whether that makes it my favourite, I can only guess...

5. Who's your favourite Muppet?
The now apparently dearly departed Guy Smiley.

6. What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?
I stopped chewing my nails. Then I had children.

7. What's your favourite website?
I don't play favourites, although if you click the link you will find an excellent example of web savvy.

8. What's your favourite school supply?
4B pencils.

9. Who's your favourite TV attorney?
Arnie Becker was my favourite, but I still like the sound of "Victor Sifuentes"

10. What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?
50 miles equates to 80 kilometres. I had a meeting in Campbell Town yesterday, so that journey all up was about 288 kms, or about 152 miles. You all know how much I love meetings...

Comments

smudgeon said…

Ah, Campbell Town - the bureaucrats' compromise between "conveniently somewhere between Launceston & Hobart" and "town with decent coffee"...

18 May 2010 at 20:03

Megan said…

I thought about Robin Masters' house for my answer. But Magnum never got to stay in it, so...

19 May 2010 at 13:09

Kris McCracken said…

Me, I'm there every second bloody week at the moment.

Megan, it was a lovely place...

20 May 2010 at 11:14

Mad as hell

So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...

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. ...

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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