Theology is searching in a dark cellar at midnight for a black cat that isn't there.

We spend a bit of time on the beach. Howrah Beach, August 2012.

Sunday Stealing: The 88 Meme, Part Two

23. Why do you think so many people cheat?

Because so many people are lazy and stupid.

24. Tell me what's on your mind?

Having a break!

25. What are you looking forward to in the next three months?

Some good weather, lovely walks, a bit of a swim and plenty of decent photographs.

26. Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?

Not deliberately.

25. When did you last talk to your BFF?

This morning before work.

28. When is your next road trip?

Friday!

29. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell anything to?

That would be my wife.

30. How's your heart?

It seems fine.

31. Have you ever felt like you weren't important?

I’m not important!

32. Do you think somebody's secretly in love with you?

I certainly hope so.

33. What are you planning on doing after this?

Work.

34. Last time you yelled at someone?

I may have yelled at Henry yesterday evening. Third strike.

35. Have you told anybody you loved them today?

Yes I have. Two little people.

36. Who do you not get along with?

The willfully ignorant and the incompetent. I do struggle with them.

37. What does your most recent text say?

“Still going?”

38. What are you wearing right now?

Boots, jeans and a long sleeved shirt.

39. You're locked in a room with the person you last kissed in high school, how is it?

One would imagine that it would be slightly awkward.

40. When's the last time you had a grilled cheese?

Is that like a toasted sandwich.

41. What's your favourite boy and girl name?

It’s a tie between “Ezra” and “Henry” for a boy, and maybe “Audrey” for a girl.

42. How did you feel when you woke up?

Tired.

43. Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?

No. I’m not a huge fan of talking on the phone.

44. Do you think Clint Eastwood would have been better talking to a table?

Clint would have been better to just stay at home and have as nice cup of Horlicks.

45. What were you doing yesterday at midnight?

Sleeping.

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

Ich werde gehen für eine Woche weg.

13 September 2012 at 13:48

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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