Sentences are not as such either true or false.

DIRIGIBLE ALERT! At home in Geilston Bay. July 2010.

Part three of the 100 Question Meme!

21. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Henry, but it wasn’t too major.

22. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
Not if you expect anybody else to understand me.

23. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
I don’t know.

24. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?
Sure, I like a few different people.

25. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
Technically, there is no such thing as “double jointed”. If by “double jointed” you mean “Do you have hypermobility in the joints in you hand?” Then yes, I am ~~double jointed~~ hypermobile in my hands.

26. FAVOURITE CLOTHING BRAND?
I am not sure that I have a favourite. I buy a lot from Cotton On for Henry and Ezra.

27. WHAT’S YOUR DREAM CAR?
You would have to ask Jennifer, she’s the pilot.

28. WHAT COLOUR IS IT?
What colour is what? The car? Anything but yellow…

29. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF EXERCISE?
Making love.

30. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
I am not sure that one has a choice if we are talking about love. If I were in a situation whereby someone “is leaving”, I probably wouldn’t be thinking that love was on the agenda.

Comments

Magpie said…

I love this picture! The colors, strings and varying heights of the balloons...wonderful.

11 August 2010 at 13:18

Anonymous said…

That is a great picture.

Your #30 reminded me of a conversation Pete and I had just before we got together. It was along the lines of

Him: I really like you.
Me: I really like you too. By the way I'm about to go to Romania for ages.
Him: The women I like always leave the country.

I guess we're a bit odd, but it worked (and we're at the same end of the same country these days too, even better).

12 August 2010 at 03:27

Kris McCracken said…

Magpie, it was an interesting time with all of those balloons...

Jackie, sounds like it had a happy ending!

12 August 2010 at 09:13

Roddy said…

Kris, my son. I gave you the greatest gift. I gave you life. Remember?
And, oh yeah, I educated you.
No thanks needed. You have done me proud!

12 August 2010 at 18:03

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

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. ...

This will hurt me...

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