The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.

This ole house. Christmas Hills Raspberry Farm, somewhere between between Elizabeth Town and Deloraine. February 2012.

Tuesday Q and A and I continue to steal questions from Sunday Stealing. This week I am stealing The 99'er Meme: Part 2

26) Are you happy with the person you've become?
On occasion. It depends on my mood.

27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love?
Hate: whining and complaining. Love: rolling waves.

28) What's your biggest "what if"?
"What if I didn't...?"

29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
I don't believe in ghosts. I believe in the probability of 'aliens', but not the assertion that they regularly visit Earth and anally-probe Americans in lower socio-economic brackets.

30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
Right: A Toy Story jigsaw puzzle. Left: Ezra.

31) Smell the air. What do you smell?
Pain.

32) What's the worst place you have ever been to?
There was a public toilet in Launceston once that fair dinkum resembled Dante's Fifth Circle of Hell.

33) Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
[North] West Coast.

34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
That singer out of The Corrs is a bit of all right...

35) To you, what is the meaning of life?
The meaning of life is that there is no 'meaning of life'.

36) Define: Art.
Art is the result of a deliberate arrangement of items in a way that influences and affects one or more of the senses, emotions, and intellect.

Or "Art is wank".

One of the two.

37) Do you believe in luck?
Not in the slightest.

38) Patriots or Giants? Or, who gives a rat's ass?
The Duluth Eskimos!

39) Will you watch the game? If yes, with who?
I missed it. I went to a couple of beaches instead.

40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
I don't drive, thus I have never crashed. I've never had so much as a parking ticket!

41) What was the last book you read?
Professor Andersen's Night by Dag Solstad. Read the review on Friday!

42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?
Against my better judgement, I do.

43) Do you have any nicknames?
One or two.

44) What was the last movie you saw?
I honestly can't recall. Maybe the A Muppet Christmas Carol.

45) What's the worst injury you've ever had?
It depends on your perspective. Bung knee probably tops the list.

46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?
I caught one just the other day. On top of the Nut!

47) Do you have any obsessions right now?
I am on a bit of a fitness kick at the moment. That's retaining a fair bit of my focus.

48) What's your sexual orientation?
~~North West.~~ No, voracious.

49) Ever had a rumour spread about you?
Probably. I certainly hope that I have.

50) Do you believe in magic?
No.

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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