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Success is simply a matter of luck. Ask any failure.

Dreamboat ala David Cassidy circa '74.

I guess I'm trying to be "above the fray."

Caught by the fuzz. February, 2010. Why is it that I feel guilty whenever I am around police? I never do anything wrong, and I generally have a positive attitude towards them. Perhaps it is my reptilian brain actively repressing something... Happy As The Day Is Long , Edward Taylor I take the long walk up the staircase to my secret room. Today's big news: they found Amelia Earhart's shoe, size 9. 1992: Charlie Christian is bebopping at Minton's in 1941. Today, the Presidential primaries have failed us once again. We'll look for our excitement elsewhere, in the last snow that is falling, in tomorrow's Gospel Concert in Springfield. It's a good day to be a cat and just sleep. Or to read the Confessions of Saint Augustine. Jesus called the sons of Zebedee the Sons of Thunder. In my secret room, plans are hatched: we'll explore the Smoky Mountains. Then we'll walk along a beach: Hallelujah! (A letter was just delivered by Overnight Express-- it contain

Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine.

Ezra does his Khrushchev impression: Whether you like it or not, history is on our side. We will bury you! It's terribly good.

If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style.

Shags on a rock at Hinsby Beach. May 2010. These fellows are the dreaded Black-faced Cormorant ( Phalacrocorax fuscescens ), also known as the Black-faced Shag . As you can see, it is a medium-sized member of the cormorant family. Noticeably, its upperparts , including facial skin and bill, are black, with white underpants . It is endemic to coastal regions of southern Australia, and feeds largely on small coastal fish is prone to feasting of the brains of pirates. Really. Shag, shag, shag, shag, shag, shag and shag. May 2010.

Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputations can never effect a reform.

Sand worm, or sand? You decide.

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.

Watch out for those spikey conkers! April, 2010 Theme Thursday and I'm surrounded by Lego Duplo. I'm trying to be funny, but all of my best material is a little BLUE for this audience.

A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.

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A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

The world's ugliest concert hall? March 2010. Aove you can see the exterior of Hobart's Federation Concert Hall . Nothing says ' class like dented corrugated iron sheets! I've not been in there, but I suspect that it looks like a dog kennel, only with red velvet seats. Today is the first day after I finally managed the last day of wage slavery at the previous job, and what am I doing? Going to school!?!? It's a good thing that we're talking pre-kindergarten. I reckon that I'll ace the tests and should be able to throw my weight around the playground. Lindisfarne North Primary , here I come!

A man should be upright, not be kept upright.

This will make a fine inner sleeve photograph for Henry's triumphant comeback on album #6.

Ads that I like: #105

Juliana Hatfield? Alice in Chains? The Jesus Lizard? Soul Asylum? I'm not even sure which artists actually qualify as 'slacker', and for the life of me I can't see the utility value of them in the trenches. Sure, you can chuck them at the Jerrys, but there's every chance that they'll catch that Porno for Pyros record and play it on full bore. That would be a fate worse than mustard gas!

Bureaucracy is not an obstacle to democracy but an inevitable complement to it.

Auf Wiedersehen große alte Dame. Ich werde dich vermissen. Juni, 2010. T minus 480 minutes and 3 seconds. The slow, lingering death nears its end. I, for one, cannot wait.

Man knows much more than he understands.

What causes such a smile? The hand-knitted jumper? The home-made mittens? The come-to-bed eyes? The rakish part of the hair? You decide!

The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.

Shan't see this one on the walk to work for a while. June, 2010. T minus 1,920 minutes and 8 seconds. Not long to go now, although having said that, I've lasted longer than England did in the World Cup ! Oh how I enjoy seeing the spirits of the English crushed at the highest level. No matter how down one gets, it never fails to give me a lift. So thank you England, thank you very much!

Anyone who doesn't regret the passing of the Soviet Union has no heart. Anyone who wants it restored has no brains.

Henry does his best Mussolini impression. He's good. Damn good.

The chief danger in life is that you may take too many precautions.

Early morning boat race. Sullivans Cove, June 2010. Today's Sunday Top Five? How about my Top Five Australian Prime Ministers ! Try and guess the theme... John Curtin [ALP, 7 October 1941 – 5 July 1945] Bob Hawke [ALP, 11 March 1983 – 20 December 1991] Ben Chifley [ALP, 13 July 1945 – 19 December 1949] Andrew Fisher [ALP, 13 November 1908 – 2 June 1909; 29 April 1910 – 24 June 1913; 17 September 1914 – 27 October 1915] Chris Watson [ALP, 27 April – 18 August 1904] Who's winning? The one on the left? Right? Middle? June 2010. I'm pretty sure that boat in the middle is being steered by Andrew Peacock! Unleash the spinnaker! (Is that legal?) June 2010. Look! It's Bill Hayden!