Many of us spend half of our time wishing for things we could have if we didn't spend half our time wishing.

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Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, The Final Part One

76. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers?

It depends on one's mood. For the shorter film, give me WB. For the feature length, probably Disney.

77. What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo?

I do like the very large bears.

78. Would you consider yourself to be romantic?

How might you define it? If 'traditional' (i.e. chocolates, wine, roses and trite platitudes) not in the slightest. If you're more practically-oriented (i.e. housework, cooking, child rearing), then definitely!

79. If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off?

Don't be silly.

80. What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it?

I make sacrifices to do the things that I want to do already! For example, 'career'.

81. If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick?

If I was an American I would happily trade away my 'right' to have a machine gun under my bed.

82. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole?

Although I have long held a fascination for all things Finnish, Sulawesi does look appealing as Hobart drifts into Winter...

83. Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television?

I've pretty much given up TV already (and I can't say that I miss it). I could never give up music.

84. What do you think makes someone a hero?

Someone who makes some kind of sacrifice seems an important piece.

85. What cartoon would you like to be a character in?

The Jetsons seemed to have it very easy.

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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...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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