Silence is argument carried out by other means.

Clouds. Marion Bay, Tasmania's South East Coast. March 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, Part Three B

63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done?

Just letting go...

64. Have you gone to WTIT's Facebook page and hit "like" yet? If not, why not? (No pressure.)

I don't know what 'WTIT' is.

65. What holiday should exist but doesn't?

An individually nominated day of self-actualisation.

66. What holiday shouldn't exist but does?

Any day that glorifies war and killing.

67. What's the best joke you ever heard?

I like any joke that can be a good gauge of someone's sense of humour. For example:

Q: What's the difference between Neil Armstrong and Michael Jackson?

[Allow some time for them to formulate an answer, most likely centering around walking on the Moon or some such.]

Answer: Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon and Michael Jackson liked to fuck small boys in the mouth.

No, by no means is this the best or funniest joke that I've ever heard, but I know that the reaction to this joke will give me a very good guide to whether or not I'll get along with someone.

68. Where is the most fun place you have EVER been?

The Great Barrier Reef was good. I could get used to swimming in such warm water.

69. Is your hair natural or dyed?

100% me.

70. Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front?

I am what I am. No apologies.

71. What is under your bed right now?

Nothing! I do have two draws under the mattress on my bed though. On is empty and the other is where I put my "home from work and getting comfortable" clothes. They're not very exciting: some comfortable shorts and a singlet.

72. If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home?

I already live here! Do you mean the one with winged monkeys and tin men and other such grotesqueness? Not interested in it.

73. If you drive do you frequently speed?

No I don't. On either count!

74. What is the world's best song to dance to?

I all depends on how you want to dance. The Prodigy's No Good (Start the Dance) used to work for me years ago, but it's a young man's game!

75. What song was on the last time you danced with someone?

Just the other day Ezra and I found ourselves bouncing around to the Tremeloes version of the Cat Stevens penned Here Comes My Baby. That rocks fine enough for me. We dance quite a lot at home.

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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...

This will hurt me...

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