Adults are obsolete children.

A view towards the Tasman Bridge. Hobart Cycle Path, River Derwent. October 2011.

Today we reach the end of the road for the Questions Galore Meme, as we complete Part 3...

41. What is a quote that you love?
"If you have the choice between humble and cocky, go with cocky. There's always time to be humble later, once you've been proven horrendously, irrevocably wrong." - Kinky Friedman

42. Do you think of pure hate as something humanity created?
I'm not convinced that there is such a concept as "pure hate".

43. When was the last time you wanted to scream?
On Friday, and it involved an overload of poo jokes.

44. Do you ever at times see the world in black and white?
Often, then I slap myself and snap out of it.

45. Have you ever thought that cell phones are too obtrusive?
Pretty much most of the time.

46. In your life, where do you thank the rainbow will end?
Rainbows are an optical and meteorological phenomenon that causes a spectrum of light to appear in the sky when the Sun shines on to droplets of moisture in the Earth's atmosphere. As a "rainbow" is not a physical object, and cannot be physically approached and thus has no physical 'end'.

47. What is something that you never want to do again?
Have another baby. Two is enough for me.

48. When was the first time you realised the world was small?
When I started seeing things second time around. That said, it's a big as your prepared to accept.

49. How you spend your time contemplating life’s mysteries?
I'm not certain of what "life’s mysteries" entail...

50. Ever discuss your political beliefs with people?
Yes. I usually like to bamboozle them with some obscure bit of political theory to trump any argument though.

51. Do you care about the environment?
Every day.

52. What’s your motto for life?
Anyone who isn't confused doesn't really understand the situation.

53. Is progress destroying the beauty of the world?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To put it another way: is smallpox beautiful?

54. Do you believe there is life somewhere else in the universe?
I believe that it is a highly logical proposition.

55. Would you like to rule a country?
Only if I could be the benevolent (and beloved) dictator.

56. Do you believe everything has a purpose?
I don't believe that anything is planned.

57. Is war ever for the best?
There will always be situations whereby a recourse to violence will be necessary. This doesn't make it "the best" or the ideal, merely a reality.

58. Could you kill anyone in defense of self or loved ones?
See the above answer.

59. How do you react to people (Such as Governor Rick Perry) who don't believe global warming is really our fault?
I understand cynicism and denial. I also understand vested interest. How do I react? I guess the same way with any ignorance, I sigh.

60. Does love conquer all?
Not in the slightest.

61. Is euthanasia morally acceptable?
Legislatively it is a tricky question; morally it seems more straightforward. People have a right to people have a right to self-determination, particularly when one's quality of life is poor.

62. Is world peace impossible?
It is a nice thing to aim for, judging by the answer to question 57 (and 58) suggests that it is unlikely.

63. Is pride a good or a bad thing?
Like most things, it has good and bad aspects. In moderation, pride is an essential component of a healthy person.

64.What do you think is the purpose of your life?
I am not self-important enough to believe that my life has a 'purpose'. I just try to get along getting along.

65. Do you believe in karma?
Experience tells me that the concept is little more than wishful thinking.

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

This will hurt me...

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