Everyone responds to incentives, including people you want to help. That is why social safety nets don’t always end up working as intended.

Guard seagull. Bellerive Wharf, Bellerive. November 2011.

Another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. Today continue to rip off BlueLifeMemories and continue with The Blue Memory Meme, Part Two

26) Are you happy with the person you've become?
When I find that one out, I'll let you know.

27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love?
i) Bickering, whining and screeching children.

ii) The rain on the ground outside. Bonus: if I can hear it, that means it's nice and quiet.

28) What's your biggest "what if"?
What if I am wrong?

29) Do you believe in ghosts?
Not in the slightest.

30) How about aliens?
I certainly believe in the likelihood that something else exists somewhere out there. The odds would support it. Have the visited Earth? Extremely unlikely.

31) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
Accepting the invite for a certain lady to go for a beer at the Uni Bar, despite my aversion to both beer and the Uni Bar.

32) What's the worst place you have ever been to?
~~The Uni Bar~~ Anywhere that people have given up is usually pretty bad. There are places I've been to where that hangs heavy in the air.

33) Can insanity bring on more creativity?
No. That cliché is not too popular with anyone who has had much to do with the seriously mentally ill.

34) Most attractive actor of your opposite gender?
Irène Jacob has always been a good-looking bird.

35) To you, what is the meaning of life?
There isn't one. Maybe that's the meaning.

36) Define “Art”.
"Whatever people make of it."

37) Do you believe in luck?
No. I do believe that people's belief of it can heavily influence events though.

38) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
Lots and lots of passionate embraces. Both clothed and unclothed.

39) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
The Gourd's version of Snoop Doggy Dogg's Gin and Juice always makes me smile.

40) Where were you yesterday?
Christmas shopping with Henry and Ezra.

41) What's the worst injury you've ever had?
My pride has taken a few knocks that dwarf anything physical.

42) Do you have any obsessions right now?
I'm not very obsessive really. Keeping up the routine of this blog is about as close as I get.

43) What's up?
One's pecker.

44) Ever had a rumour spread about you?
I hope so. I would hate to think that I was so uninteresting that no-one has ever made something up about me!

45) Do you believe in real magic?
No. That belongs in the basket with ghosts.

46) Do you ever hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
Absolutely, but I try not to dwell on them.

47) What's your favorite (non-pet) animal?
I like tigers, great white sharks and saltwater crocodiles.

And penguins.

And wombats.

48) What is your secret weapon to get people to like you?
I can't say that I ever go out of my way to "get" people to like me. They either like me or they don't. It doesn't bother me much either way.

49) Where is your best friend?
She is stuck at home with the children right now.

50) What do you think is Satan's last name?
Ask the ghosts.

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

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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