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Spindly dongers (at least that's what Henry calls them) on trees. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. April 2012.

In the absence of another reader contribution (reader?), I am back to stealing from Sunday Stealing this week. Thus, I present to you Part Two of the Semi Charmed Meme

21. A better name for me would be: something German. Jürgen Grüßer or some such.

22. I have a hard time understanding: why people don’t ask more questions.

23. If I ever go back to school, I’d: enjoy myself more than the first few runs at it.

24. You know I like you if: you see me again.

25. If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: my lovely wife and children.

26. If I could bring back a TV show for a reunion it would be: Deadwood.

27. Take my advice, never: think that merit on its own will get you anywhere.

28. My ideal breakfast is: porridge with fresh raspberries.

29. A song I love, but do not own is: I honestly cannot think of one. If I ‘love’ a song, I must possess it!

30. If you visit my hometown, I'd suggest: keeping your preconceptions and prejudices to yourself and just try to enjoy yourself.

31. If I could meet a couple of my blog buddies, I'd include: anyone who wanted to be included!

32. Why won’t people: stop being so bloody selfish all the time?

33. If you spend the night at my house: I expect you to be very quiet after 8 pm.

34. I’d stop everything for: a chance of peace and quiet.

35. The world could do without: people always hatin’ on each other.

36. The last time I got drunk I: couldn’t get up the stairs.

37. My favourite blonde is: a brunette!

38. Paper clips are more useful than: spinal meningitis.

39. If I do anything well, it’s: likely to go by unremarked upon.

40. And by the way: I have a headache and am in a bit of a shitty mood, so the answers might be skewed a little bit.

Comments

smudgeon said…
happy to provide a list of questions if you're eager. let me know where to send them...
Kris McCracken said…
kris [dot] mccracken [at] gmail [dot] com

I am always happy to answer to the best of my ability!
Sue said…
I'd like to remark upon the fact that I think you do many, many things well, Kris. "Jürgen is a delight and an exceptional human being. Though, I do wish he understood the correct time and place for a 'joke'," remarked Sue. hahaha And I would love a reunion of Deadwood...one of my favourite shows also.
Kris McCracken said…
Thank you Sue (or is it waffles?).
waffles. said…
Hahahaha....waffles!!!!
Sue said…
Sheesh...I really need to check my identity when I comment!!! hahaha

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