Subtlety may deceive you; integrity never will.

I’ve seen the light! New Town, August 2010.

I thought that I found Jesus this morning, down the back of the couch along with a hair band, a red pencil and half a dried apricot that was beginning to develop a sense of itself.

Only it wasn’t Jesus, it was a rubber band.

Thank you, I’ll be here all week. Enjoy the buffet on the right…

Now for part XXVIII in our seemingly never-ending installment…

61. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Perhaps the trampoline.

62. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
Six.

63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
Less so now that Henry takes my “thank you for that Henry” too literally.

64. DO YOU KNOW ANYONE FAMOUS?
I have met the odd person recognisable from the news, but ‘famous’? Not famous enough.

65. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?
A number of very pissy mosh pits.

66. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
I’m not currently looking for a guy/girl.

67. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
I’m not sure that I have any these days. At least none that are used around me.

68. HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU HAVE?
5, although one will be in the bin soon.

69. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
I have some that I do, and some that I don’t. I’m bi-curious that way.

70. WHERE YOU UPSET ABOUT STEVE IRWIN DYING?
I was surprised that I noticed. I thought that it was sad to see two little ones without a father who clearly loved them.

Comments

Magpie said…

Gorgeous photo!

18 August 2010 at 12:45

Unknown said…

A Tribute to Theatre
The Murugan Theatre. It is one of the theatres in Thiruthangal, a small town near the famous industrial town of Sivakasi in Tamil Nadu. The small town had three theatres in those days (1980s). Chinnaknai Theatre was in the northern corner of the town and Balaji Talkies was at the other end, in the southern corner

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18 August 2010 at 13:35

Roddy said…

The colour and light almost want you to enter the church. Nooo!

19 August 2010 at 20:37

Kris McCracken said…

Thanks all. I shall check out that Indian theatre, sounds great.

22 August 2010 at 18:18

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

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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...

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...

This will hurt me...

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