The merit of originality is not novelty; it is sincerity.

I'll take one of those! Sandy Bay Rowing Club, Sandy Bay. December 2011.

Another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. Today we rip off Tom Baker from his blog Morning Erection and tackle The Community Meme

1. As a blogger, what do you draw inspirations from for your posts?
The world!

2. If you could swap blogs with another blogger for a post, who would you switch with and why?
Someone very, very wealthy. Maybe I could earn enough to kick back and relax...

3. If your blog had a theme song, what would it be? Why?
Great Southern Land by Icehouse

4. What is your writing process for a post?
Just vomit it out when I have a spare few minutes.

5. Your blog requires a cute, new, mascot: what would it be?
Replacing the two cute ones that I already have? Hmmm. Maybe a cartoon saltwater croc named “Henry” and a cartoon great white shark named “Ezra”.

6. Do you feel you express your "true self" on your blog?
Yes. Only with less swearing.

7. What is your biggest online pet-peeve?
Anonymity.

8. If you could live in a fictional universe, where would you live? Why?
Somewhere nice and quiet where people respected each other and their shared spaces.

9. You're having a bad day, you're upset, you're angry, or you're sad: what is your go-to comfort?
Some fresh and and (hopefully) quiet.

10. What is your favourite inspirational quote?
"If you have the choice between humble and cocky, go with cocky. There's always time to be humble later, once you've been proven horrendously, irrevocably wrong." Kinky Friedman

11. If they were to make a movie based on your life, who would play you, your leading lady~~/man~~, your best friend, and your rival?
i) Martin Donovan; ii) Irene Jacob; iii) the midget from Fantasy Island; and iv) Orson Welles.

12. Do you think the world is going to end in 2012?
I think that it is extremely unlikely.

13. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?
If I could somehow make myself more patient, I think that it would help.

14. What is your favourite season and why?
I like Summer for the beaches, Spring for the light, Autumn for the leaves and Winter for the skies.

15. You've been bitten by a vampire. Would you fight it with all your undead being or would you embrace it for all it is worth?
I would just try and roll with it.

16. Have you personally met any of your blogger friends?
Not that I am aware of.

17. What does your favourite pair of underwear look like?
Unreasonably normal.

18. Have you ever drank something right from the container in the refrigerator knowing other people will have to drink out of the same container later?
Indeed I have.

19. What is your favourite word and explain why?
I don't have a singular favourite word. It is utterly impossible to just pick one.

20. 2011 is soon coming to a close, is there anything you'd like to do different on your blog in the year 2012?
If they keep messing with the Blogger interface, I might do something extraordinarily different!

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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