If I have a thousand ideas and only one turns out to be good, I am satisfied.

Scratches. Emu Heights, Burnie. February 2012.

Tuesday Q and A today and this week we visit The Eve Was Framed Meme. A good mix of questions here, including a few that we haven't seen before!

1. Why is your favourite colour your favourite?
Blue is my favourite colour because I like the colour blue. Why? I dunno. It looks decent on me. The ocean is often blue and I love the ocean.

2. Do you prefer dogs or cats or do you just hate animals, and want to kill baby seals?
I prefer cats but – to be frank – I’m happiest when animals are running around outside as part of nature.

3. How much time do you spend on the computer?
A lot. Probably too much.

4. Not including porn, what do you do on the computer?
Work. Read. Play games. Watch things. Communicate. The usual.

5. Are you a clock-watcher?
A watched clock never boils!

6. What do you/did you look for in a partner?
Extreme attractiveness.

7. What type of clothing do you prefer?
Casual clothes. I like shorts.

8. What is your favourite type of music?
I couldn’t pick one type. I like all sorts.

9. Do you believe in the paranormal, Ghosts, ESP, levitation, spoon bending?
I am a man of science. While I understand that many are attracted to the allure of things that lay outside the range of scientific experience, I find that most things have a reasonable rational explanation.

10. The most important question: Do you have a inie or outie belly button?
Innie.

11. What kind of car do you drive?
I don’t drive. I walk. And catch the bus.

12. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun or The Boys Are Back in Town?
I like both, but Girls Just Wanna Have Fun just pips it. It’s an incredibly good pop song.

13. Camping or the Ritz?
The Ritz. By a long stretch. We haven’t evolved all this way just to end up cramped and cold and being eaten alive by mosquitoes!

14. What food are you craving RIGHT NOW . . . did you eat it?
I have a reasonable constant craving for hot chips every second of the day. I haven’t had hot chips for four months. I tell myself that in the denial of my desire I am truly liberated. It’s working for the moment.

15. The most thrilling place you've ever visited. Why?
I was awfully excited to visit Prague. Lots of history all about and it was different enough to be thrilling but similar enough to not overwhelm.

16. If you could slip into the skin of one public figure – celebrity, artist – who would it be?
Rupert Murdoch. Just to see what mischief I could get up to.

17. Look up from your computer. What do you see first?
Four bananas and three apples.

18. Sum up your philosophy of life in one sentence. You can borrow it from someone else, if you'd like.
Anyone who isn’t confused doesn’t really understand the situation.

19. Name the one thing you just don't understand about kids today.
Tricky. Sometimes I wonder how kids ever make it out of childhood, the way the carry on sometimes. If you mean ‘kids’ by ‘young people today’, I do wonder how they’ll cope if the gizmos and gadgets all suddenly stop working. That is a very Western-centric take on it though...

20. If you could steal one work of art from a museum or gallery, which would it be?
I’d rather not. I’m not much of a thief and it is selfish to take something that everybody should be able to enjoy and lock it away for yourself. I would accept a nice print of Paul Klee’s The Golden Fish or J.M.W. Turner’s The Fighting "Temeraire" tugged to her last berth to be broken up though. Of perhaps Bouguereau's La Naissance de Vénus for the bedroom...

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...

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...

This will hurt me...

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