Brawl with a pig and you go away with his stink.

Things are looking up. The corner of Campbell and Liverpool Streets, Hobart. September 2013.

A long-delayed Q and A stolen again from Sunday Stealing. This time, Meme 325!

Something that’s holding you back from achieving your dreams:

Life!

Something you think you could win an award for:

Irritability.

Something you fear more than anything:

Caring what people think.

Something you wish people would understand:

That life would be much easier if they were a little nicer to each other.

Something that keeps you going everyday:

The promise of sleep.

Something amazing that happened last Summer:

Henry and I saw a foot-long weedy sea dragon while snorkelling at Opossum Bay. We were less than a metre away for a good couple of minutes.

Something you hate that people say:

The casual use of the word ‘bogun’ in work contexts.

Something you refuse to pay money for:

Friendship.

Something you wish you could have told that person that you never saw again:

“It’s not the end of the World…”

Something that really stands out about last year:

I felt fitter and healthier than I have in years.

Something you like that everyone else thinks is weird:

I like obscure forms of Hungarian stews.

Something you do when you’re trying to calm down:

I go into the laundry and count to ten.

Something you do when you wake up at three AM:

Try to go back to sleep.

Something amazing that’s happened this year:

I managed to snare a very good job.

Something you love doing on cold rainy days:

Go to the beach!

Something you listen to when you’re in a really good mood:

Marvin Gaye.

Something that irritates you more than anything:

People who celebrate their ignorance as if it were something to be proud of.

Something you’re addicted to/ can’t stop doing:

Walking.

Something that really stands out about you:

I have magnificent legs.

Something about you that’s like everyone else:

If you prick me, I bleed.

Something that makes you change the channel:

Having the television on alone makes me leave the room. I fear that TV has passed me by.

Something you think about every night before you go to sleep:

I think about sleep.

Something that you don’t think will ever change about you:

I’m certain that I’ll never feel like a proper grown up.

Something about you that you think will soon change:

I might start wearing a wetsuit.

Something that broke your heart as a child:

Too much saturated fat.

Something that really sparks your interest:

Russian history. Particularly the pre- and post-revolutionary period.

Something that truly disgusts you:

Killing and harming animals for pleasure.

Something the opposite gender has complimented you on:

A decent pair of legs and a pleasing sense of humour. A deadly pair, you’ll agree.

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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