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Old boilers. Shag Bay, January 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The Basically Obscure Meme-Part 2

21: Would you swear in front of your parents?

Habitually.

22: Which continents have you been on?

Australia, Asia (briefly) and Europe.

23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories?

I was seasick once. It was 1988. Very rough weather.

24: Why did you name your blog whatever you named your blog?

Because it is true.

25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checked pants?

None of the above.

26: What was your favourite cartoon growing up? Post a picture if you can.



27: In a past life I must have been a...

Radical firebrand. Probably martyred.

28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be?

That's too hard. I'd always like the option to switch. If forced, it wouldn't likely be a city.

29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on?

Hobart to Sydney to Bangkok to London. About 24 hours all up. I can't sleep on planes. Utter hell.

30: The longest you've ever slept?

Rarely have I cracked the twelve hour mark. I think that I made it to fifteen hours the time after my [now] wife poisoned me with peanuts, sent me into anaphylactic shock and necessitated a pretty heavy anti-histamine that knocks you about a bit.

31: Would you buy a sweater covered in kitten pictures? Would you wear it if someone gave it you for free?

It's unlikely.

32: Do you pluck your eyebrows?

Occasionally the odd stray one in the middle.

33: Favourite kind of bean? Kidney? Black? Pinto?

Very good question this. I love beans. I'll go with the red kidney, with a nod to the chickpea, lima bean and the good old lentil.

34: How far can you throw a baseball?

I'm not certain that I've even touched one.

35: If you had to move to another country, where would you move?

Germany would be good.

36: Have you ever eaten Ethiopian food? Vietnamese? Korean? Nepalese? How was it?

Ethiopian: yes. Vietnamese: yes. Korean: yes. Nepalese: no. All pretty good. I particularly like Korean.

37: How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Three metric tonnes.

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