Skip to main content

It is a most mortifying reflection for a man to consider what he has done, compared to what he might have done.


Lizard on a rock. At the ferry terminus outside Taronga Park Zoo, Sydney. September 2012.

This Theme Thursday, I'm considering the POSSIBILITIES.

For example, I might well end up accepting a dare today. Perhaps a doorman who is sensitive to others' auras might enter into the equation. You never know, I might have to prove myself to a psychic judge with transphobic tendencies. These things happen.

Like the time that that guy told on that other guy. And the journalist who wants everything done by the rules got involved. It’s a dangerous business admitting to a fantasy, especially to a necromancer who has amnesia! We live in a colourful world.

I knew a girl once who got into a bit of trouble when she started at a new school. She’d fallen into the wrong crowd and under the influence of a vampire who was trying to cover up a previous crime. It got a bit messy, there was a power-hungry weather announcer. The trouble was that he was trying to save his marriage but the vampire knew too much and her brother (incidentally, a geologist) had run off with all of his money.

POSSIBILITIES see. The POSSIBILITIES are endless…

Comments

Mrsupole said…
Hi Kris,

See all you have to do is mention a "vampire" nowadays and you just grab all of our attention. And if it is an "old" young vampire then that is even better. And if it is a fantastic looking young vampire then wow we really get hooked. Oh and if he has enemies then yup we want more. But if those enemies are total hotties then we definitely want more. Geez the possibilities are endless in how to hook one's readers. But definitely you need a lot of bodies, hot bodies running around with more hot bodies.....

I guess we should not look at what we could have done years ago. But I do know what you mean about looking back upon the choices we could have made. And I sometimes think it is best to not look back too often. It is probably best to look at all the great choices we did make and I see three great choices you made.

Happy Theme Thursday and may your weekend be blessed with those three choices.

God bless.
Pratibha said…
It has so so many possible plots for a movie or a book !
who knows ;)
Charleen said…
This comment has been removed by the author.
Susan said…
Perfect response, reminding us of the road, the road not taken, and the road of fiction through which we can play on many roads. Love your wording, pacing, sensitivity and lusty humor.
I loved the "what ifs" of your post. That's what life is after all. :-)

Greetings from London.

Popular posts from this blog

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...