that I have an agile mind. (Do too …)

So in the Red Cross op shoppe this afternoon I simply couldn’t resist getting a snap of this.

Of these.

Of wotever—

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The staff were a bit nonplussed at my effrontery but were either too embarrassed or too chicken to challenge—which worries me not a wit; when I cheerily expressed the opinion that the device looked like someone’s attempt at a visual pun … … all I got was the usual silent Southland stare.

(In case I come across as arrogant: I believe the ancient Greeks suffered from my syndrome, with their many muttered references to ‘Boeotian cows’.)

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To each his own and as long as we have the netball (and the best rugby players in the world) all others can go suck*.

Here, kitty kitty kitty ...

Argus! Them’s my Chosen People! Leave ’em alone … or else!


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* So there~! (Especially them blasted  $%£@&*%*&!!  Aucklanders!)




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did what with which to whom …

… so if I’m rehashing someone else’s turf, be assured it’s with the very best of intentions. First then, here’s a wee universe for us to have a beak at. Go ahead, it won’t take long (less than seven minutes) and there’s no charge.



Personally I think that the Abrahamic God is a very clever God to have created all of that in just a week and still have time to think about serpents, apples, virgins, and getting Himself nailed to a cross.

He’s a very clever God to have seen it all aeons in advance; and that before He created Himself; and then to monitor the progress of not only every star but every sub-atomic particle of every molecule of every star/planet/thing in all those uncountable universes. A very clever God. I think we’ll keep Him.

But I’d still love to know, to whom was He talking when He uttered the magic words?

{1:1} In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. {1:2} And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness [was] upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

{1:3} And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. {1:4} And God saw the light, that [it was] good: and God divided the light from the darkness. {1:5} And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.


As a child I was admonished with the oft repeated observation “Talking to oneself is the first sign of madness”.

Does that mean … could that mean … God? … naaaah~! Surely not …

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“Getting a bit out of our depth are we, Argie? Quit while we can?”



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“Don’t stop me now, Sir~! I’m on a roll … but you knew that 15 billion years ago …”




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dammit on all blasted Festive Seasons~!

You’d think an old dog would learn … and maybe one day he will. But in the meantime, like Cap’n Flint used to say— “As for the ship? She’ll beat up for more, by thunder!”

I think ol’ Flinty is a bit dead now but the sentiment lingers.

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in the spirit of a true penitent I sallied forth to do battle with a wee walk. You know—clear the head, shake the spiders loose and all that stuff. Brilliant day (God: are you listening, Sir? No complaints~!)*

And to accompany me through the long miles I took the trusty iPod (Shuffle) that The Spouse gave me a few years back. Still purrs sweetly after all this time. (Dammit, enough plugs for now—does Apple ever notice? Noooo …) Into said beast I’ve put heap of old favourites, including this nostalgia inducer from a fair way back—

—which seems good way to start what may be an interesting year. What was it exactly that the Chinese sage used to say when subtly cursing some poor bugger?

“May you live in …

… interesting times~!”


Early days yet. After the Sage has had his onions and the Queen’s Horse  Guards have passed by there cometh the blokes with the cart and shovels.

And I think this one might well be an interesting year …

BOOM BOOM!* I thought He’d like to know—all the Poor old Bugger ever gets is endless bleats for Lotto numbers or worse, endless bloody hosannas.


… bleuch …

Oops, be a little divine here, dammit, and forgive me—


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—for anything I may have said or done last night. Especially last night. In the Great philosophical exercise that is life—


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—may we resist the urge to drop off just yet. And now—

—it’s a whole new ball game, 12 months to—






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I know, I know … you’re desperately resisting the urge to

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and vandalised by some professional desecrator spattering it with paint (however ‘artistically’ done).

But that’s just me—you may be more ‘with it’ and love seeing young (and old enough to know better~!) wimmin with mouldy arms, faces, legs, etc; all more black-red-blue-green-yellow than a terribly battered train smash victim.

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“But it’s art, Argie!”


and I stand by it:

huge fortunes will be made in the future

by the anyone who comes up with an  un-nauseating way of removing tattoos. Do you remember the grand old adage: Act in haste — repent at leisure?  

Anyway, here’s your quote—

2. Scientists Figured Out That Tattoo Ink Doesn’t Stay Put

That’s right, even though the whole idea of a tattoo is that the ink goes into your skin and never comes out, researchers have found that ink pigment nanoparticles migrate and accumulate in people’s lymph nodes. It makes sense since your lymphatic system gets rid of bad stuff and tattoo ink is essentially a foreign invader.



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“Wouldn’t you be rapt to take me to a Royal Garden Party?”

My apologies, Lady … I have a prior appointment. It’s a long standing arrangement that can’t be put off (not if I value my hide)(and I just adore untattooed bitches~!) …


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“Argie—have her home by midnight~!”


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* After the Lord Mayor’s procession comes the Corporation poop cart …



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The team from the University of Bristol’s Schools of Earth Sciences and Mathematics estimated how often the largest explosive eruptions happen. Their analysis indicates that the average time between super-eruptions is only slightly longer than the age of our civilization — dating from the Agricultural Revolution 12,000 years ago.

Jonathan Rougier, Professor of Statistical Science, said: “The previous estimate, made in 2004, was that super-eruptions occurred on average every 45 – 714 thousand years, comfortably longer than our civilization.

“But in our paper just published, we re-estimate this range as 5.2 – 48 thousand years, with a best guess value of 17 thousand years.”

According to geological records, the two most recent super-eruptions were between 20 and 30 thousand years ago.


Don’t ask me. I’m still trying to get my head around that guff I read about some ancient ruins in South America buried a looooong time ago under deep volcano stuff. Human-made ruins, that is.

So when exactly did humans populate the Americas via the Bering land bridge? Don’t ask me … but you may also love this one—


—and I’m sure you’ll be able to fit it in somehow.



Has this writer not heard yet about Gobekli Tepe? Don’t fret—neither had Zahi Hawass until it was literally shoved up his skirts …