A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

Exploring the rocks. Bicheno Beach, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013.

Stealing from Sunday Stealing again: 40 of The Most Random Questions Meme, Part Two!

21) What’s something you’ve always wanted?

To achieve self-actualisation.

22) Do you have hairy legs?

Absolutely!

23) What does “Semper Fidelis” stand for?

Technically it means "Always Faithful", but that isn't always the case...

24) Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake?

Ocean. I love swimming, but I find lakes a little bit 'icky'. That probably has something to do with some bad experiences with duck poo and extreme cold.

25) Do you wear a lot of black?

No. I have the odd bit of it, but it gets too hot.

26) Describe your hair:

Strategically tousled.

27) Do you have Entomophobia?

Not in the slightest. If anything, I'm an Entophile!

28) Are you an adult?

Chronologically speaking, yes.

29) Do you own or rent?

I have a mortgage.

30) Do you have a tan?

I have skin that does darken in response to exposure to the sun, but it's not like I deliberately go out seeking a tan.

31) Are you addicted to TV?

Oddly enough, I watch little TV at all. It's about as close to 'none' as you can possibly get with a TV in the living room.

32) Do you enjoy spending time with your In-laws?

Pass. I'm a solitary soul.

33) Are you a sugar freak?

Not. I am a salty zealot though.

34) What happened to Larry King?

Bobbing for chips in the deep fryer?

35) What sign are you?

"GIVE WAY".

36) What do you wish on your birthday?

For a little bit of peace and quiet.

37) Who did you copy this from?

Sunday Stealing.

38) Do you eat breakfast?

I eat the same breakfast every day (porridge and fresh fruit, one cup of coffee).

39) What would you name the royal baby?

"Superfluous" for a girl, "Redundant" for a boy.

40) Do you buy a newspaper?

Not for many years now.

Great snorkelling around these parts. Bicheno Beach, Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013.

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This will hurt me...

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