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

Mad as hell

So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...

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...

This will hurt me...

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