If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

A very cold river. Northwest Bay River, near Margate. July 2013.

This must be upwards to three thousand questions answered thus far... Today, The Weird Question Meme, Part One

Do you wear slippers?

I did start doing so this Winter. They are quite nifty ones.

How many pictures are in your living room?

Four photos, two prints and a whole bunch of kid's paintings.

Do you ever watch Brady Bunch reruns?

No. I did as a young 'un though.

Are you allergic to anything?

Peanuts, almonds, pine nuts, pistachios and penicillin. Also, dogs and horses.

When was the last time you called in sick?

About six weeks ago I had a day or two at home with the flu.

Have you ever been in a car accident?

How funny you ask. I was in one just the other day...

What is your favourite snack food?

Pretzels. Or berries.

Have you ever seen a tornado?

No. I have seen a bunch of squid though.

If you won a million dollars, what would you buy first?

Heated pool and sauna.

What time is it right now?

8:34 PM.

Do you think it's cool for men to wear flip-flops?

Whatever gets you through the night.

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Six. I don't throw them away easily though.

Do you think you are a hypochondriac?

Not in the least.

Do you own a dictionary?

I own a few!

Where was the last place you went on vacation?

Boat Harbour. It was a lovely trip.

Do you talk about your friends behind their back?

Nothing that I would say to them face-to-face.

Are you actually fat but in complete denial about it?

I hope not. Perhaps I'm not fat and am in denial about that.

What colour is your mouse pad?

I have a black one at work.

Does your kitchen have a theme?

No. If it had one, it wouldn't extend beyond 'functional'.

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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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