In fact, today, I think I'll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.

Something very odd going on here, I had this whole incredibly interesting stream of consciousness bit about beavers, buried treasure, being busy, that kind of thing, and then POOF (too much Ovaltine?), it's gone.

Oh well, that genie is out of the bottle and I don't remember much of it as I'm tired and have just returned from gardening, and I enjoy gardening as much as I'd enjoy chemotherapy, so let's just put it behind us, shall we?

Here is a typical Hobartian sunrise. I took it on Thursday morning. Not much more that I can say.

COMING UP LATER ON...

Henry and Ezra recorded LIVE (on video).

Comments

blackie said…

Have you ever looked closely at the Ovalteenies characters? They are a little wired looking, very much into sport and don't appear to be in very contemplative moods. Yep, it's the ovaltine alright. They should put warnings on the tin. Hey, hang on a minute...you are drinking Ovaltine instead of Milo, isn't that, like, totally unAustralian?!

11 October 2008 at 19:39

Benjamin Madison said…

Beavers? Busy? Sounds like a very Canadian dream, beavers being our national animal. As for the sunrise photo, it's very nice. I'm glad you took it in the morning as sunrises are usually better at that time of day.

12 October 2008 at 03:57

Dina said…

A true dream-inducing sky.

12 October 2008 at 19:59

Kris McCracken said…

Blackie, amphetamines: that's the dark secret behind the Ovaltinies.

I don't drink Ovaltine, for fear of its impact upon my sexuality. Nor to I drink Milo, I never really have. As a young man, I had a certain fondness of both Alpine Blend and Cadbury's Drinking Chocolate. These days, I have developed a taste for the real hardcore stuff; illicit Greek, Turkish or Ghanian choccy powders that I score from all sorts of dodgy sources.

Un-Australian? Perhaps. But I am very dismissive of cheap patriotism, for I am a new man, a man who has truly embraced his role as global citizen.

14 October 2008 at 11:46

Kris McCracken said…

Benjamin, I am a big fan of beavers, always have been. Sunrises are infinitely better in the mornings, I agree.

Dina, a nightmare when one realises that work is the destination!

14 October 2008 at 11:48

Mad as hell

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