Religions get lost as people do.

ACHTUNG! Melville Street Car Park, North Hobart. July 2013.

An odd little Disney-themed Q and A from Sunday Stealing today, the the fairy tale meme

Snow White: Do you consider yourself pretty? Name the part of your body you think is the most beautiful!

Pretty? Probably not. How about "ruggedly handsome"? I have lovely legs though...

Cinderella: What is your shoe size?

It's usually 13 or 14, depending on the brand.

Sleeping Beauty: How many hours do you sleep each night?

Around seven.

Little Red Riding Hood: What is your favourite food?

I love berries, particularly raspberries.

The Frog Prince: What do you find disgusting?

The stale smell of cigarettes turns my stomach.

Jack and the Beanstalk: What plants are in your room?

Alas, no plants.

Puss in Boots: Do you have a pet? Do you want one?

No pets no plants. I have children, thus no need for pets!

Rumpelstiltskin: What is the meaning of your url?

Uniform Resource Locator. [Ahem.]

The Little Mermaid: Can you sing?

I get by.

Pinocchio: What is your greatest wish?

To have a bit of peace and quiet.

Peter Pan: What is your (mental) age?

167.

The Star Money: What is your most prized possession?

Stuff doesn't matter much to me. My Zamberlan walking boots are pretty cool though.

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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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