Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
mm, Jayne, the horse is a trained, noted, 'equestian' so doubt if me sitting on it is vaguely valuable. Am working on the concept, of rider-ship. Time will tell.
I would give maybe 350 words or so for the first image. The second two are probably only worth about 50 words each. So, maybe 450 words for the set. However, if I were short on words, I may offer you 300 words for the set, hoping you would settle on 400.
To quote Jerry Seinfeld, "...six feet in the air on a jittery, glassy-eyed dinosaur." :-) Nevertheless, I'm glad you enjoyed it (or at least gave the appearance of doing so) Davo.
Mr Myste, am disappointed with you - surely a set of three pics could provoke an entire fictional novel.
Gerry came close by noticing the "power lines" in the background .. ? (and, in the interests of facts, Gerry, if i need to get on a 'high horse', i know where to find one - 17 hands.
However, Gerry, this is a 'work in progress'. Have been given a 'smaller', but feistier horse to play with on the next lesson, and .. if my tutor trusts me, will be allowed to go on a "trail ride". Only time will prove ... something, dunno what, yet.
Vestie, doubt very much if that horse, nor me, will ride, walk, all the way to Caulfield (been done, long time ago ... heh).
... and still can't figure out the logic of the stupid hat thingo. If i fall off, am more likely to break an arm or a leg, than get a bump on the head.
(ah, memories. i did, once upon a time 30 or so year ago - train as a 'stunt' rider where one pretends to be 'shot' and fall off a horse at the gallop).
About the hat: I knew a young lad who died at the age of 20, came off a bicycle (not wearing a "hat"), head struck the road. Witnesses said he was only going about 20kph when it happened. He'd be about 50yo today. Not wearing a hat cost him plenty. Don't knock the hat, Davo.
Gerry, you and i know that life is a lottery. People get dead wearing seat belts, motorbike riders get dead whether wearing a helmet or not. Actually, people get get dead - or broken - for random reasons; whether i wear a 'helmet' or not makes no difference; it matters not. When my time comes, it comes.
Mr Myste .. i have also met lots of males (probably, on statistics) suffocated in air conditioned, statistically proven comfortable 'offices' with fleuro lighting, and 'uncomfortable' superiors
STRESS, My first job of 25 years with oblivion staring one in the face on many occasions ending at middle authority and with a pension. Four months after starting again at forty, my semi Govt controlled job finished by me telling the boss of the department to stick his farting job. I had exersized my privilege being a civillian, and it felt good. I was employed at a more convenient job on the same day with better conditions and 25% more reward.
um, Vestie, given your (hopefully truthful and factual) history - i do applaud, however am not in a position to throw money ... as an increasingly elderly actor with no "plans" for the future .. just have to repeat the olde request -
don't clap -just throw money .... heh.
(mm. how can i communicate when the p key refuses to co-operate? - problem solved)
All of the above notwithstanding, it's been ten days, and the struggling remnants of the alcohol-pickled wreckage of what was, no doubt, once your brilliantly functioning brain, has so far not managed to glean from your daily experience, even one sloppily mediocre excuse for a new blogpost.
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and yes, this is a big horse, gelding, 15+ hands. My tutor is a rather nice feisty female.
Woohoo!
Well done and good on ya, Dave!
Lovely looking horse, you look right at home :)
mm, Jayne, the horse is a trained, noted, 'equestian' so doubt if me sitting on it is vaguely valuable. Am working on the concept, of rider-ship. Time will tell.
.. and if ya really want to know - i got it 'wrong', in pic 3 was supposed to halt the horse with my feet directly above the orange cones.
Ah, equestrianism.
. and yep, am posting this as a "photo op" someone else took the pics and am posting them.
Is this important?
DUNNO. Probably not, but 'tis a 'track back', hopefully; for those future participants in "ancient history".
I would give maybe 350 words or so for the first image. The second two are probably only worth about 50 words each. So, maybe 450 words for the set. However, if I were short on words, I may offer you 300 words for the set, hoping you would settle on 400.
In keeping with my anti-social tenedncies, I must say this:
[1] Nice power lines.
[2] What did that horse ever do to you?
Great stuff.
The next ride the 'Melbourne Cup'
Perhaps!!....About 200-1 with a following wind.
And a recent birthday. 67.
Three score and ten is official sen cit yardstick. Junior.
To quote Jerry Seinfeld, "...six feet in the air on a jittery, glassy-eyed dinosaur." :-) Nevertheless, I'm glad you enjoyed it (or at least gave the appearance of doing so) Davo.
Mr Myste, am disappointed with you - surely a set of three pics could provoke an entire fictional novel.
Gerry came close by noticing the "power lines" in the background .. ?
(and, in the interests of facts, Gerry, if i need to get on a 'high horse', i know where to find one - 17 hands.
However, Gerry, this is a 'work in progress'. Have been given a 'smaller', but feistier horse to play with on the next lesson, and .. if my tutor trusts me, will be allowed to go on a "trail ride". Only time will prove ... something, dunno what, yet.
Vestie, doubt very much if that horse, nor me, will ride, walk, all the way to Caulfield (been done, long time ago ... heh).
Lemmi, beats pushing pedals .. heh.
... and still can't figure out the logic of the stupid hat thingo. If i fall off, am more likely to break an arm or a leg, than get a bump on the head.
(ah, memories. i did, once upon a time 30 or so year ago - train as a 'stunt' rider where one pretends to be 'shot' and fall off a horse at the gallop).
Davo, GO FOR IT !!! :-)
About the hat: I knew a young lad who died at the age of 20, came off a bicycle (not wearing a "hat"), head struck the road. Witnesses said he was only going about 20kph when it happened. He'd be about 50yo today. Not wearing a hat cost him plenty. Don't knock the hat, Davo.
Here endeth the sermon... Amen...
Gerry, you and i know that life is a lottery. People get dead wearing seat belts, motorbike riders get dead whether wearing a helmet or not. Actually, people get get dead - or broken - for random reasons; whether i wear a 'helmet' or not makes no difference; it matters not. When my time comes, it comes.
Davo, thanks for the fatalistic sophisty. You are a giant among logicians. I am truly in awe. ;-)
WV = outer
Gerry,
I have met lots of men with Davoh's philosophy. Most of them were in traction or missing limbs.
All of them were in pain or were about to be.
Mr Myste .. i have also met lots of males (probably, on statistics) suffocated in air conditioned, statistically proven comfortable 'offices' with fleuro lighting, and 'uncomfortable' superiors
So?
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You make a good point, Davoh. All things in life are equally dangerous.
STRESS,
My first job of 25 years with oblivion staring one in the face on many occasions ending at middle authority and with a pension.
Four months after starting again at forty, my semi Govt controlled job finished by me telling the boss of the department to stick his farting job. I had exersized my privilege being a civillian, and it felt good. I was employed at a more convenient job on the same day with better conditions and 25% more reward.
um, Vestie, given your (hopefully truthful and factual) history - i do applaud, however am not in a position to throw money ...
as an increasingly elderly actor with no "plans" for the future .. just have to repeat the olde request -
don't clap -just throw money .... heh.
(mm. how can i communicate when the p key refuses to co-operate? - problem solved)
All of the above notwithstanding, it's been ten days, and the struggling remnants of the alcohol-pickled wreckage of what was, no doubt, once your brilliantly functioning brain, has so far not managed to glean from your daily experience, even one sloppily mediocre excuse for a new blogpost.
GET WITH THE PROGRAM, DAVO !!!
Davoh you look like a 'rich' man sitting astride that massive horse. No it is never to late ... if you can do it do it!
SNORING
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