If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live a lot differently.

A very cold river. Northwest Bay River, near Margate. July 2013.

This must be upwards to three thousand questions answered thus far... Today, The Weird Question Meme, Part One

Do you wear slippers?

I did start doing so this Winter. They are quite nifty ones.

How many pictures are in your living room?

Four photos, two prints and a whole bunch of kid's paintings.

Do you ever watch Brady Bunch reruns?

No. I did as a young 'un though.

Are you allergic to anything?

Peanuts, almonds, pine nuts, pistachios and penicillin. Also, dogs and horses.

When was the last time you called in sick?

About six weeks ago I had a day or two at home with the flu.

Have you ever been in a car accident?

How funny you ask. I was in one just the other day...

What is your favourite snack food?

Pretzels. Or berries.

Have you ever seen a tornado?

No. I have seen a bunch of squid though.

If you won a million dollars, what would you buy first?

Heated pool and sauna.

What time is it right now?

8:34 PM.

Do you think it's cool for men to wear flip-flops?

Whatever gets you through the night.

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Six. I don't throw them away easily though.

Do you think you are a hypochondriac?

Not in the least.

Do you own a dictionary?

I own a few!

Where was the last place you went on vacation?

Boat Harbour. It was a lovely trip.

Do you talk about your friends behind their back?

Nothing that I would say to them face-to-face.

Are you actually fat but in complete denial about it?

I hope not. Perhaps I'm not fat and am in denial about that.

What colour is your mouse pad?

I have a black one at work.

Does your kitchen have a theme?

No. If it had one, it wouldn't extend beyond 'functional'.

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If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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