Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

Ezra took this. Home, June 2012.

Another Q and A which means another lot stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, The Imaginary Meme, Part Three!

41. Growing up, who was the easier mark: Mum or Dad?
It really depended on the score. If pushed I’d have to say my mother because you could always get her to feel guilty about denying you something. My father was less easily coerced.

42. What is the stupidest pet that you ever saw?
I have always found distasteful the pet that is kept as a pose. I remember a fellow who would walk around with a duck on a leash. He was an ‘artist’ (allegedly).

43. Tell us about a band whose every CD is a “must have”.
That would be Wilco.

44. Were you surprised when Jim Parsons came out?
[Just Googled Jim Parsons.] Well, he has a strong background in the theatre and seems to have rather thin lips, so I probably would not have surprised had I known who he was.

45. Have you ever shoplifted?
Never. Never would either.

46. We currently have a person who plays both this meme and Saturday 9 who signs in to Mr. Linky every week. Yet, if you click on that link, you are told that only “members” can read the blog. Why do you think that person even bothers to sign in or for that matter, do the meme? (Don't misunderstand, we have no rules and we aren't angry. But it is damn peculiar, no?)
That is very odd. I can only probably assume that they are trying to be ‘polite’, but forget that inviting guests along only to forget the barbed wire fence around your place is probably a little rude.

47. Have you ever driven a Ferrari?
No. I’ve no desire too either.

48. What do you call those little plastic things on the ends of shoelaces?
They are called ‘aglets’. Everybody knows that!

49. Have you ever walked more than a mile?
I walk far more than a mile every single day. On the average day, I would walk five miles. Usually it is a bit more.

50. Do you believe in magic?
No.

51. Have you ever been arrested?
Indeed I have. Probably not my finest moment.

52. Have you ever skinny dipped?
Absolutely. There is nothing like it.

53. Explain what you think about hippies.
It depends on the type of hippy. They range from the fair enough to the intensely bloody annoying. I can tolerate the fair enough ones. The annoying, less so.

54. New York or California?
Milwaukee!

55. Have you ever been dumped?
Surprisingly not.

56. What are you wearing right now?
Sneakers, jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

57. John Edwards had a mistrial. How do you think he conducted himself after the verdict?
I couldn’t care less. I suspect that I wouldn’t even care if I lived in the US.

58. Did you watch the series finale of House?
I can’t get past the atrocious accent. I’ve only ever seen ads for House.

59. You may need to go back a long way if you are old like Harriet. Who was the last person who asked you out? (Or that asked you out. Same dumb question either way.)
Surprisingly it was not my wife. Back when I was doing a lot of teaching at the university I had a very assertive student ask me out a number of times. She (seemingly) was unperturbed by the fact that I was married.

60. Do you have any collections?
Only collections of resentments and animosities.

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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