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The argument of contextuality is that anything is okay as long as it's done by people who are sufficiently unlike you


I've no intention to start a series about power lines, transformers, electricity generation, but am offering you a photograph of the standard Geilston Bay fare. I will concede that it is not quite as romantic and yesterday's Newtown image, but after a couple of beers, a rum and coke, some Barry White, we might be able to generate some kind of heat.
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USelaine said…
A fair bit tidier than Saigon was showing us a few days ago.

So this is about staying power?
4 October 2008 at 17:33
Unknown said…
I remember Melbourne suburbs when I see cables like this.

Singapore has almost no overhead cables! Everything's buried underground..
5 October 2008 at 01:35
Debbie Courson Smith said…
I have a friend who collects photographs of power lines and stations and such. He insists it's fascinating. I stopped by to get a Henry fix, so say "hello" to the guy!
5 October 2008 at 06:10
Kitty said…
something about the sky that is wonderful...the subtle colors there.

oh and the powerline is great too.
5 October 2008 at 11:57
Profile Not Available said…
I love your title! This is a cool shot, and you framed it well!

Thanks for stopping by recently! Sorry it has taken me so long to get over here, but I have been without a PC for awhile.

Your comics are great!
5 October 2008 at 12:55
Miles McClagan said…
Someone tried to chat me up once by pointing out the lack of power lines in central Hobart...

Didn't work as a conversational avenue really...
5 October 2008 at 12:59
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, thankfully tidier than Saigon. I prefer order over chaos! ‘Staying alive’ more like.

Keropok Man, I wish that they were underground here.

Boise Diva, I have posted a good seven or so photos of Henry over the past day, so I hope that it will give you the fix that you so desired! He says “Hello Boise!”
6 October 2008 at 16:20
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, I think that I like the sky better!

Kelly, the title is pinched off PJ O’Rouke, who I agree on many things with, but strongly disagree on many things also! Always entertaining though...

I’m still new to this comics lark, but am enjoying the ride.

Miles, my favourite chat up line ever attempted on me was one when someone said to me “you look just like Scott Baio” (this was many years after his relevance), and followed it up with, “you can take charge of many any time you like, Charles”.

Taken aback? Yes I was...
6 October 2008 at 16:23
bitingmidge said…
Ah yes! It does seem you've started something of a movement!

Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
6 October 2008 at 16:27
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