Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.

Penguin rampage! Melbourne Aquarium, April 2011.

If it's not flocks of sharks terrorising innocent civilians, it's hordes of penguins!

I see that the US government is claiming that a group of Navy Seals ~~killed~~ nullified Mr Bin Ladin. I'm not so sure.

I have a theory that it was a crack group of rogue Navy Penguins...

Pingüino alboroto! Melbourne Aquarium, April 2011.

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ratatouille's archives said…

Hi! Kris...
The quote is so true...so very true!
Your entire post is worthy Of a...LOL!

"I see that the US government is claiming that a group of Navy Seals killed nullified Mr Bin Ladin. I'm not so sure..."
First of all, I'am not a conspiracy theorist, but that picture Of "Osama Bin Laden" dead looks fake...

Most importantly, I only watch International news and they (The host Of political show and their guest are questioning Washington, motives.)

I'am so sorry about the rant!
DeeDee ;-D

4 May 2011 at 13:35

ratatouille's archives said…

Oops! I forgot to mention how beautiful the photographs and penguins are too!

4 May 2011 at 18:05

Carola said…

Kris, is is great. This text, wow. Great photos, great titel.
You should write a book!

4 May 2011 at 21:19

Roddy said…

Having seen The Penguins of Madagasca I can wholly agree with you.

5 May 2011 at 05:49

Kris McCracken said…

DeeDee, I believe that the photograph circulating is indeed a fake. I am bemused by the White House’s comment of “We don't trot out this stuff as trophies”, given the pep rally-like glee that this particular extrajudicial killing has generated.

Carola, we do live in interesting times…

Roddy, they are a crack unit, that’s for sure!

5 May 2011 at 13:44

Roddy said…

You know what is missing don't you?! A pack of Orca's sitting off the beach.

7 May 2011 at 14:07

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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