If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.

My last snorkel (thus far) of the season. Flowerpot point, Blackmans Bay. April 2013.

Another Q and A stolan from Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, Part Five.

101. What does happiness/ joy feel like physically?

A tricky one. It feels like increased activity in the brain's left prefrontal lobe, as well as a decreased amount of the hormone cortisol in the bloodstream.

102. List five things you love starting with the one you love the absolute most.

A Jen, Henry and Ezra [a three way tie].

B Fresh clean air and a clear blue sky.

C An expanse of open water.

D Peace and quiet.

E Floating.

103. How many movies have you gone to see this year?

This year? One. Wreck it Ralph.

104. If you could have 3 wishes... but none of them could be for yourself, what would you wish for?

1) That Jen would get a self-replenishing magic wallet. 2) That Henry and Ezra get lifelong health and happiness. 3) Global peace, love and understanding.

105. In what ways do you relax and de-stress when you are really tense?

I walk. If the weather is right, I'll float.

106. How much money would it take to get you to sell your blog address?

I dunno, a couple of hundred should do it!

107. Have you ever been hunting?

No.

108. Have you attempted this 5000 question meme in the past?

Nein.

109. What do you think of cloning?

Well, we've tolerated horticultural cloning for a good few thousand years, so I'm not immediately opposed to the idea.

110. Do you read or watch TV more often?

Read. There's not much worth watching on the television these days, I find.

111. With all this talk of terrorism going around are you willing to sacrifice rights and freedoms for increased safety?

It depends on the rights and the freedoms. I for the life of me why many Americans are happy to trade off habeas corpus or the right to personal communications but find limitations with regards to machine guns too hard to stomach.

112. What is the punishment you would come up with for Osama Bin Laden if you caught him alive?

[This one might be a little out of date.] Is the thought of an open trial and imprisonment too much to ask?

113. Have you ever named an individual part of your body?

Nyet.

114. Have you ever been on the radio or on TV?

Lots of times. Thankfully as a commentator on things, rather than the thing being commented upon!

115. Have you ever won a lottery, or sweepstakes?

I've never even entered a lottery!

116. Have you ever won a contest or competition?

I've one a few quiz competitions.

117. Have you ever watched The Joy of Painting show with Bob Ross (check out this link if you don't know who he is. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Ross_(painter)?

I'd never even heard of it, let alone watched it.

118. Do you know what your grandparents and your great grand parents did for a living?

My grandparents were 'paper mill worker', 'seaman', 'homemaker' (times two). Great grandparents? No idea. I know that one died in the First World War, but not much about the others.

119. Is there anything really interesting in your family history?

I know that people seem to find having a convict in your family really interesting if it happened in 1780, but somewhat less so if it happened in 1980.

120. Is there anyone you trust completely?

I do trust my children (for the moment).

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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