WIGGLY-SQUIGGLEY

aka dodo

semi-randomish slobber.

En trottant on a mixed trot-walk the other day I was surprised to see a soul go flying out ahead of me.

The soul of my starboard shoe, in fact … the same sole that I’d made a temporary fix using a hot glue gun last time it came off, and completely forgot about. Not a problem, I finished the walk and am now in the market for some new exercising shoes. But—

—not one to leave my soles lying about the countryside for the Debble to collect, I beat Him to it and brung it home, and found the glug still attached.

Intrigued, I loved the random-ish pattern and took this snap for any of you doubters out there who still don’t believe in soles—

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—and in the manner of a Wotsit ink-blot test, you may tell me wot you see.

There’ll be no prizes but be warned, I may analyse your response and tell you why you are such a wretched spiritual mess that you need stare so intently at blobs of glue …

And now—

BT smiling teethy grin

Go gettum, Tiger!

 

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SURE, I’M A BLOODY CRANK

giphybut a harmless bloody crank. Unlike most; especially those who converse with Gods.

Moving on:

I BELIEVE

more with every passing day that we are fed merely an emotive papful of the Human Story: by science, by academia, and even by some cranks.

So for any observer the starting point has to be Objective Thinking. Of his own. 

IT’S HEE HOO

time again:

Hee hoo won’t learn from history has got to do it all again, over and over, and over again … until he gets the hang of it—proper.

No?

(Hey, don’t growl at me—I’m just quoting (badly) one of the greats of philosophy.)

I BELIEVE

without ever being able to prove it …

(a) that the nutters are right when they state that civilisation existed pre the ice-age/s but was blown away by cosmic events that reset our clocks; and

(b) that we are entering a paradigm shift—thanks to cranks who ignore the blasted books and do their own thinking; and

(c) Eventually academia/ science/ experts and stuff will drop the outmoded ball they are desperately holding (and upon which their prestige and income depends) to become experts in the incoming mainstream.

Hey!

Before you bite my head off — what were YOU taught in school, about the building of the pyramids?

Was it anything like “thousands of slaves, whips, and oodles of log rollers”, hmmm?

But I still don’t believe that “The aliens did it!”. Aliens, schmaliens … WE dunnit … but I’d love to know how, with what, by whom*, and when.

In some of my earlier posts I stated that I believe the Giza Pyramids were thrown together as piles of (literally) crude rubble, topped off with vastly superior casings—

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—so (obviously?) the function was served by the skin of the edifice, its bulk, and possibly its hollow bits (shafts, chambers) etc etc while the junky rubble was merely to assist that end. (Perhaps as some suggest the functions were also served by positioning, permanence, and alignments. )

However, I do not (repeat) cannot go along with the idea of the GP of E as a tomb. No, no, no no no no no no no no … but for my reasons you’ll have to look at the subject yourself, objectively.

Or not …

* Yeah. But by whom? And how—it sure wasn’t done by log-roller technology and copper saws casually slicing through endless granite …

LOVELY ART DECO

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And for this wee southern town, a physical demonstration of the illusionist’s art. In fact, like much of philosophy, religions, and/or some sciences—

ALL IS ILLUSION

—which if you don’t understand, who can blame you? Perhaps better worded as

ALL IS FACADE

and there we have it. An often very attractive face applied to the shack so that the passers-by or actively self-absorbed can gush “OOOOH! Look! Isn’t it lovely!?!?” whilst gauging your reactions. (Politics?)

WE DO HAVE A FEW

discerning souls who look beyond the fresh paint and see the shoddy Titanic—little girls in the crowd who despite getting clopped about the ears by panicking adults insist on pointing out the nakedness of their emperor.

IN THE WORLD’S

“southernmost city” we have town officials gambling full-ahead-all-engines on massive financial undertakings … using, of course, not their own funds but the taxation base.

They are demolishing an entire city block in the so-called “Central Business District” and will be having huge erections to replace it—a “modern all-singing, all-dancing, wonderful new mega-mall’ that will attract visitors in droves from all over the country, the Pacific, the World … the universe, even; to come down here and spend their money.

Yeah, right—

AGAIN I STATE

ALL IS FACADE

 

and yesterday whilst tripping cheerfully through Duckburg I scored this shot—

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—which pretty well illustrates my point.

Those buildings aren’t part of the ‘Death Zone’ (yet) so at least some facades will remain from the art deco period; but here below is a shot of petty ambitions made manifest and grown cancerously to the destruction of the host—

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WE ELECT

(We? Never mind—) on one day every so-many years our absolute dictators for the next so-many years.

This is called ‘Democracy’—

—and the definition thereof is pure facade

Kismet

I KEEP THIS GUY AS A

PET …

1abWhenever I’m a bit down I call in there for a lift, and the Holy Spirit shining through his writings never lets me down.

HAVE A QUICKIE

beak at this wee sample and you’ll see what I mean—

Matthews’ gospel chapter 1
18-Now the birth of Jesus Christ was as follows: when His mother Mary had been betrothed to Joseph, before they came together she was found to be with child by the Holy Spirit. 19-And Joseph her husband, being a righteous man and not wanting to disgrace her, planned to send her away secretly. 20-But when he had considered this, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, “Joseph, son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary as your wife; for the Child who has been conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit. 21-“She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.”
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Just watch what these people will do sklyjd to try to get out of what I’ve just said (and there’s plenty more) Don’t let em get away with it. As much as I’ve always liked Gabrielle and cared about her as a person, she couldn’t argue theology with a 2nd grade Sunday school student in a decent church. Neither could any of the rest of the regulars around here, no matter what they try to say about their so called credentials or anything else..

uplifted cheerfully from:  CLICKETH HERE

And be advised—

if you go there take a huge sandwich and big flask of hot coffee; it may be quite a while before you can bring yourself to break away.

The delight is hypnotic …

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“Here, Lout—ya feelin’ a bit fruity?”

“Oooh … I likes … God duz great apples …”

 

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THEY ALSO SERVE

WHO ONLY

dodomean well.

You know, they have Good Intentions—

—however innocent they may be. (But when has a simple matter like a few accepted ‘facts’ ever stood in God’s way, hey?)

Now cast thine peepers over these graven images of mine, and proclaim unto me what thou seeeth (it means wot thou perceiveth):

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But read the labels first or you lose the thrill of recognition which will be enhanced by this closer-up graven imagery—

 

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A SUDDEN THOUGHT

on my part … HORRORS~!  

What if the dude running the sideshow is subtly having a subtle dig at Yours Truly (who would happen to be me) and the idiot (moi, not him) fell for it?

Naaaahhhh …

… but still I has me doubts. Even after I’d taken the snap and snuck a peek at the gaffer, who was earnestly motor-mouthing a too polite to disengage ‘prospect’ who’d made the mistake of making a comment. (Fell for the bait then, didn’t he, and paid the price*.)

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The Garden is still recruiting too—but watch out for the snake, it rears up at the awkwardest damned moments … but all is still always in accordance with God’s preordained scripting … even them dinos … and the odd

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DAMNED CYNIC …

 

* The secret is to avoid eye contact. (If you do so by accident and they come galloping over your best defence is to start foaming at the mouth. (Or abandon hope all ye who remain there: RUN like a rabbit and Devil take the hindmost~!)

CHALLENGED

in one of those silly

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‘creative thinking’ yada yada yada (and “it’s a bandwagon I’m milking for all it’s worth“) professional events I was required to attend  once … we were asked to come up with a ‘dog-exercising machine’.

I forget how many were in the class—quite small—but if there were (say) twenty, then at least sixteen came up with a treadmill of some kind using a juicy bone hanging from the ceiling just out of reach. Human ingenuity at it’s best, I love it!

MY OWN PATHETIC

offering was also a treadmill (duhhhh!). A large outer cylinder surrounding a smaller inner cylinder. High enough for its purposes, with a small door at the bottom of the outer ‘wall’. (With me, so far?)

METHOD

The whole damned gap twixt the two is filled with nice comfortably temperatured water (hah! You’ve twigging already, no~?) and there is an adjustable flow-rate valve at the bottom, through which the construction drains. So—

  • fill with nice warm water
  • pop doggy in at the top
  • let the beastie go
  • ensure that he’s swimming happily (or not, but swimming)
  • set flow rate to drain in a decent period
  • watch, or check often enough to ensure safety

and when pooch is exercised to your satisfaction (period set) he will have drained to the bottom—door will release and your well exercised mutt will bound out refreshed.

NOBODY LIKED IT

and the air was rife with squawks. Kismet …

ANYWAY

I was reminded by this news article in the Southland Times (online), make of it what we will—

ST article:  CLICK HERE

—and I’d say without a doubt (if he wasn’t a ‘smuggled aboard’ illicit pet that had fallen afoul of the local rig hazardry) …

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that was one well exercised wee doggy~!

 

As for me …

Moi

I’ll carry on in my own sweet way~

BOOM BOOM

THANK YOU, MISS WISP—

—for the following:

“I have no way of proving that our universe evolved following a big bang.”

(lifted from:  CLICK HERE )

There are many will say that you are in denial, that modern science is right into and on top of the concept. Sadly, I don’t. Even if when you run the metaphoric movie of science’s expanding universe backwards it eventually becomes much like that famous bird*.

FOR MYSELF

I put the two explanations into the same box labelled “Oh, yeah?” (there’s two compartments, one labelled ‘Science’ and the other ‘Gods, assorted’). The science one is much smaller …

MY PROBLEM?

I found it hard as a kid to accept that water was incompressible. I muddled compression with pressure, and when (Beebe? Don’t ask) some inquisitive chap lowered his ball down to the depths to test it, and brought it back up, and unsprung some of the bolts, it almost exploded … full of compressed water suddenly expanding, I thought.

SO HOW, EVEN NOW

I ponder … how can all the water on this planet possibly be reduced in size to something smaller than a bucketful?

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“Easy peasey, Dog … for Me … others will have to work at it!”

WOW~!

AND the planet itself? More wow …

AND the sun, moon, solars system too? Even bigger wow …

AND

all (repeat) ALL the other solar systems, stars, planets, asteroids and comets and schloggs of nebular dust and for that matter  universes and systems and stars and the entire universe/s it/them self/selves …. (don’t stop me now, I feel a song coming on)—

—in fact, everything ever created (by wotever means) … how can we accept that all of this was once squished down into so tiny a compressed particle it didn’t even exist? (No Reality for it to exist in, for a start.)

AND AS SUCH IT WAS

timeless, no? ‘Time’ being the medium of change—if there’s no time, you don’t have any change. And likewise.

Or do you?

Because, we are told, within our timeless non-existent infinitely massive cute little particle something changed and made the whole tiny thing quietly go POP and it exploded. (Has to be a silent POP ‘cos you need a medium for sound to travel in. Through. Whatever … and pre POP there was no such medium …)

What it expanded into has never been explained, which is just as well ‘cos I’m too thick to comprehend anyway.

BUGGER

I’ve just ruined my own morning, I think I’ll go read some news and cheer myself up even more. Perhaps ol’ God may revelate something to me over coffee …

AS FOR MISS WISP—

you, Sir or Madam, will keep. I have wax and pins but still need a lock of your hair …

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WHERE DID YOU SAY YOU LIVE?

 

* Flies around in ever decreasing circles … until eventually it vanishes up its own exhaust pipe …