Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You'll never get out of the jungle that way.

Electioneering. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. April 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, Part Three A

51. Make up a definition for the following silly words...

Fruitgoogle: A very private part of a lady.

Ambytime: That point when a binge drinker passes the point of no return.

Asscactus: A particularly intimidating sex toy.

52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands?

I made an impressive space shuttle out of Klikko the other day.

53. What was your favourite toy as a child?

Sand.

54. How many TV’s are in your house?

Just the one. It’s rarely ever on these days, thankfully.

55. What is your favourite thing to do outside?

Walking, swimming or taking photos.

56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow?

I can’t say that I feel anything in particular.

57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?

Indeed I have. A naughty dream it was too…

58. Have you ever been to a psychic/ tarot reader?

No. I don’t think that I could keep my antipathy in check.

59. What is your idea of paradise?

A big blue sky. Warm weather. Pristine beach. Peace and quiet.

60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/ she/ it like?

I don’t believe in any kind of higher power. It seems rather obvious that in every context humans have shaped ‘God’ in their own image, rather than the other way around.

61. Do you believe in Hell?

No. Another fairy-tale. A particularly nasty one at that.

62. What one thing have you done that most people haven't?

I’ve read both volumes of Jürgen Habermas’s Theory of Communicative Action.

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If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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