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

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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