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Me (or, something approaching Me). The corner of Campbell and Bathurst Streets, Hobart. September 2013. For this Tuesday Q and A (as I'm in real life steaming up the road and back to Campbell Town), I tackle another series from Sunday Stealing, the Massive Alphabet Meme, part one ! The Letter A Are you agnostic? I’m more atheist than agnostic, to be frank. What is your age? Chronological, ontological, pedagogical or psychological? That’s a difficult question to answer. What annoys you? Lots of things! Hypocrisy really annoys the hell out of me, though. The Letter B Do you like bacon? In moderation, I do. When is your birthday? It’s in May. Who is your best friend? I have three of them. They know who they are. The Letter C What is your favourite candy? Lollies? As in sweets? I like sour worms. Who is your crush? Crush? As in squash? I’d like to squash bad people. When was the last time you cried? A few years ago on the bus to New Town, as I reac...

As Ezra is rapidly shifting from walking to running , I figured that I better post some of these photos I have stockpiled before he loses all of the chubbiness in his cheeks and becomes a lean, mean, grizzling fighting machine like Henry. Here he is hard at work cleaning the floor with his toothbrush. I've been applying a theory on child-rearing that I like to call United States Marine Corps .

Here you can see a familiar view of the Derwent. I like this one, it's very blue and I do like a nice shade of blue. I once knew a person who was very needy with regards to their demands of a friend. They required constant positive reinforcement with regards to all facets of their approach to life. In turn, they were deeply and hopelessly inadequate in reciprocating these demands. One day, this other person – a mutual acquaintance – set about deliberately and methodically dismantling the first person’s sense of self. He refused to laugh at his jokes. He rebuffed his offers of petit amusements . He aggressively denounced his political beliefs and ridiculed his opinion on the arts. Finally, he seduced, and then callously tossed aside this fellow’s much loved lady friend. Interested, I asked him why he had done all of this, and he replied, “I don’t know, I just felt like it and I thought that it would be funny”. He did make funny noises when he cried. I will admit that. Like a pig. ...