Conviction never so excellent, is worthless until it coverts itself into conduct.

Dienstag! That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. Today we are ripping off a blogger and blog called BlueLifeMemories. Welcome to the Blue Memory Meme, Part One

1) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
"Hello everybody!"

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
Someone with some answers.

3) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Take me to Prague.

4) What do you think about most?
I have a tendency to run whatever is on my mind through a whole bunch of lenses. Over and over and over again.

5) You have the opportunity to spend a romantic night with the music celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
"Romantic"? At least it beats the usual "date" question. Oh I don't know. Someone fun. Maybe someone like Pink or Katy Perry. She could bring Elmo.

6) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
Some stuff that happened that didn't need to happen.

7) What's your strangest talent?
The ability to recall seemingly random factoids at will, across multiple disciplines. I have yet to lose a game of Trivial Pursuit.

8) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?
It would very much depend on who is doing the asking.

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
I did have a mysterious fan who was leaving song lyrics up on school classroom blackboards and my name entwined way back in 1995. That's the closest that I am aware of.

10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?
On Sunday. The song? Saints by The Breeders. Top tune.

11) Do you have any strange phobias?
No phobias, just a few sensible fears.

12) What's your religion?
N/A. Never had a faith to speak of.

13) What is your current desktop picture?
It cycles through. Currently it is this.

14) When you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
Walking somewhere, with a book and a camera.

15) What's the last song you listened to?
That's Not My Name by the Ting Tings.

16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
Wilco. That was easy actually.

17) What was the last lie you told?
"Yeah, it looks great."

18) Do you believe in karma?
Not in the slightest. It seems that it is quite rare in this life for people to get what they deserve.

19) What is a saying you say a lot?
"Well, that's one way of looking at it..."

20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
Weakness? Stubbornness. Strength? Willpower.

21) Who is your celebrity crush?
I'm not sure that I have one.

22) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart.
"Attack".

23) How do you vent your anger?
Ranting and raving.

24) Do you have a collection of anything?
I'm starting to get a pretty impressive collection of photographs of Henry and Ezra.

25) What is your favourite word?
Today I like Sanguinolent.

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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