Risk comes from not knowing what you're doing.

Circle and lines. East Derwent Highway, Lindisfarne. April 2012.

Another Tuesday Q and A courtesy of Sunday Stealing. It's a bit of a shake-up this week, less 'Q and A' and more 'complete the sentence' really. Thus, I present to you The Semi Charmed Meme, Part One

1. My uncle once: got my father imprisoned for the weekend.

2. Never in my life: have I insincerely professed love.

3. When I was five: I am sure that I was naughtier than my boy Henry.

4. High School was: not something that enjoyed in the slightest.

5. I will never forget: that the important things in life cannot be bought and sold.

6. I once met: someone with an odious personality. It didn’t end well.

7. There’s this girl I know who: must have the patience of a saint.

8. Once, at a bar: I took a punt and then everything in my life changed.

9. By noon, I’m usually: ready for either a) my run; or b) a nap.

10. Last night: was like most other nights.

11. If only I had: been a little less risk-averse.

12. Next time I go to church: will be the first time that I ever go to church!

13. Jonathan Frid: is not a name that I am familiar with.

14. What worries me most: are things that I have no control on whatsoever.

15. When I turn my head left, I see: a beautiful full sun perched above a gum tree.

16. When I turn my head right, I see: a shaded pot plant.

17. You know I’m lying when: I tell you that I am indeed interested in your view on politics.

18. What I miss most about the 80s: are the choices that I didn’t make.

19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: naughty Iago.

20. By this time next year: I hope to be somewhere different than I am today.

Comments

Mrsupole said…

Ditto to #14, but if we could control everything then wouldn't we be like a God. Lots of sentence ending there. Enjoyed it.

God bless.

2 May 2012 at 19:22

Kris McCracken said…

We are all gods now...

17 May 2012 at 18:16

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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