This will hurt me...

Fearing the collapse of civilisation as we know it, and acutely aware of Tasmania's strategic location in terms of the forthcoming resource wars; Henry and Ezra have begun to construct a mighty fortress that shall withstand hordes of assorted barbarians, infidels, traitors, rapscallions, brigands, scoundrels, wastrels, ne'er-do-wells, blackguards, deadbeats, desperados, hoodlums, malefactors, miscreants, reprobates, ruffians, scalawags and wretches. That should keep us safe for a while...

We have elevator shafts, but no building. Problem? Developments on Argyle Street, Hobart. January 2011. Sunday, you say? Sunday means Sunday Top Five ! How about a Top Five Excuses For Not Getting A Blog Post Up As Per The Accustomed Time ? A saltwater crocodile named ‘Bitey’ (inspired by his annoying habit of nibbling on other people’s belongings) ate my notes. Henry [and/or] Ezra . I’m having an epistemological break. The Internet was broken. What? Late? I’m not sure I understand you…

Authorised by whom? East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. October 2010 Like the velociraptors in Jurassic Park , my children's brains are evolving . And like that movie, it is dangerous and terrifying . Take - for instance - the discussion that I had with Henry the other evening. After reports from the Oberaufseherin about rude and unruly behaviour for the second straight day, I assumed my fatherly voice (i.e. drop a couple of octaves and talk slowly) and queried the lad. After confirming that yes, Henry had stretched the bonds of maternal love that day, I expressed my bitter disappointment in the lad, as he had "promised to be a good boy" that morning. "Oh no," interjected the (not very-) guilty party, " you're wrong daddy !" A rueful shake of the head on my part, and a tired, "In what way am I wrong Henry?" "I only promised to try and be a good boy." What could I do? He was correct. I didn't expect such semantics at age f...

Clattering throughout the day. St Johns Park, July 2010. I've been slowly building up some new stock of photographs of the surrounds of the new workplace. However, while I do so, you should watch this video...

No, I am not going to use one of those horrid icons that you used to see on every second web page in the mid-1990s. However, some of you may have noticed that I have been messing around with the format of the blog this morning. I expect to have a far niftier header up and running this evening, so consider this one a temporary one until I can get my hands on some better software.