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As the nice man says in that ‘Mummy’ movie, when more and more deceased folks in bandages keep coming at him with hostile intentions—

“This just gets better and better!”

Provoked by this wee newsy snippet—


—are they going to share the good news, you know, spread it around a bit to help take everyones minds off Covid?

Meanwhile I’m off to gobble dinner and later I may persuade The Spouse to help me rewatch that Mummy movie (Rachel Weiss … aaaahhhh …)


FOR THE ARK, a few


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Above taken on a walk. The wind-farm is forty kilometres away. The hills beyond, I’m not sure.

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Just like anywhere, a field. Southern hemisphere here too, ya know; almost exactly halfway twixt pole and ‘quator.

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In Yarrow St in Invergiggle. The Southland Institute of Technology, some of its student accommodation.

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In Don Street. Law Courts are just beyond the whimsy, slope of the handle set to local latitude and the brolly part is a star map of when the thing was dedicated.

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Currently (or was?) owned by the Sallie Army as accommodation for some of the needy of Invercargill.

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A residential street near Queens Park. I took a wee series of this snaps once, trying to catch the seasonal changes. In the end I did’t really get what I was after, so kept just the above.

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Just a tiny part of a ‘Scottish’ festival/marching band competition. I love bagpipes, and when they were competing it was something else again … the olde Water Tower in the background; like everything else down here has been officially designated as ‘Earthquake Prone’. In vain I tried to point out the difference between ‘prone’ and ‘risk’ but the local Council knows its own mind. Tourists don’t mind, I guess. In all the years Spouse and I have lived here we’ve felt only one small tremor, so I guess it qualifies. The Council also closedf the Andersen Park Art Gallery for the same ‘reason’ … but I suspect they re trying to concentrate attention into the money-grubbing Central Business District. A half-hearted attempt was made after the Pyramid was closed (the Southland Museum, of course) to relocate that too to the CBD but now there;s talk of possibly maybe perhaps one day re-opening it. In the meantime there are still one or two tuataras  (prehistoric lizard things) there; one of which was scoffed by an intruding rat last week.

Here’s another of the Scottie Bandy thingie

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And none of these snaps have been edited beyond a little sharpening and cropping.

Below, one of our favourite quickie-coffee places before takeover—

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And after …

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To our taste, nowhere near as pleasant and now NOISEY! Sheesh, but hey, that’s progress (they tell us.) Convenient, though, and the folks very friendly and obliging. But we still go only in the quieter periods. (I suggested some form of carpeting, as before, but I think the racket actually dissuades lingerers)(certainly keep us out in busy periods)

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If these aren’t what you’d like, Ark, let me know. I (we) go to town and around often—and I just love taking snaps.


(Are we allowed to take the name of our* deities in vain?)


“For MySelf, Dog … I honestly don’t mind.”


I really am worried. In accordance with the new mores and values, I really do NOT wish to impugn anyone’s integrity, downgrade their image, be uncouth, or trample any of their what passes for values.)


So how do you think I thought I felt when I hadn’t even considered such a delicacy as this, from years ago—

(delicacy below)

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—and had no idea that such a damned foul filthy stinking reeking slanderous insulting denigrating obnoxious preposterous politically incorrect and racially slurring product name was still around?

So on behalf of every obnoxion dating back decades, generation, centuries; millennia even, may I please grovelingly apologise—both now and retrospectively, and in advance for any insult perceived however unintentional or acceptably appropriate at the time?


dodo me dodo me                                                       dodo me

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* Okay, I meant ‘your’ … YOUR damned deities. I don’t have no gods meself.

‘NO BRAINER’ DEPT (issue 2)


so the goververnment needs revenue and we are all desperate for income. So? Do you fancy a quick flight?

“That disembarkment ruined everything I’ve been doing for the last two months. The whole thing flew out the window …”


So don’t ask me—I’m just a dog. Go ask a people … actually, you don’t need ask ’em, just watch ’em. Observe, and as the famous Pogo said, in words to the effect:

“We have met the enemy,

   And he is us …”

In the meantime:  the beat goes on, the beat goes onnnnnnn* …

dodo me

line, turquoise thin

* Sonny & Cher number, from a few years back.



so do we kiwis.


We read about others and it makes us feel better … and now: fresh in from the most significant others (America!)—

Headbangers Inc


 My neighbor got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.

CEO’s are now playing miniature golf. 

 Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.

I saw a Mormon with only one wife.

McDonald’s is selling the 1/4 ouncer.

Angelina Jolie adopted a child from America.

Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children’s names.

A truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico.

A picture is now only worth 200 words.

When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.

The Treasure Island casino in Las Vegas is now managed by Somali pirates.

And, finally…

I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, wars, jobs, my savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc., that I called the Suicide Hotline. I got a call center in Pakistan, and when I told them I was suicidal, they got all excited and asked if I could drive a truck.

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Can too … but not just yet zzzawwp …



is exemplary. No complaints. Hell, I’d even go to sea with her, and having swallowed the blasted anchor that is really saying something. But—

(there’s always a but, but?)

—but she’s taken to watching repeats of Doc Quin (Miss Seymour) Medicine Person about the time I slither out of bed (actually, fall out—it’s a huge waterbed and without her almost ineffective weight I get surges unless careful).

And when I’m gobbling breakfast she is watching the lovely Miss Seymour (nice) and all the infinitely unending never ceasing completely unoriginal blasted endless infinite cliched plots. Not nice. So? Live and let live, hey?


those plots weren’t cliches when Miss Seymour filmed them …

The plots alone I might survive, if only … if only it weren’t for that endlessly unending never ceasing eternal constant


of the blasted French horn. Non stop, all through.

Comme ca— down-there

—it’s just the first wee sample on this wee snippet. (I didn’t bother with the rest, you can go off French horns) …


Oogle phleep!





Naaaahhhh … not in this weather.

Brrrr. Here’s your quote—

“Coming to a window near you, if they are not already there, are the teddy bears of the Covid-19 pandemic. Look around next time you and your bubble escape the confines of home for a safe stroll around the block you will probably not have to go far without seeing a teddy propped up on an inside window ledge, smiling or waving as you pass by.”

And I have no idea if it’s just an NZ thing or a universal, in which case it is most likely imported from America.

But I love it!

Forgive me if I’ve posted this before (I do a lot of corresponding) but here’s someone taking it seriously—

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—snapped as we were hoofing all the way down to the graveyard (no, silly person … not to check in but to see if they had any mushies growing there this year.)(Precious few, it turned out …)



This answers that, then—

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The International News Media Association – drawing on research by scientists, experts and the World Health Organisation – is unambiguous in its message: There is no documented incident whereby the Covid-19 virus was transmitted from a print newspaper or magazine.

The reasons for this are several:

    • Covid-19 lasts longest on smooth, non-porous surfaces. Paper, on the other hand, is incredibly porous.
    • The printing process and ink used add to the sterility of newspapers (remember that people used to eat fish n chips from papers for that very reason)
    • The printing, bagging and stacking process is fully automated.
    • The printing shifts are split – and kept apart – to prevent any cross-infection should anyone become ill.

—which sure beat wearing the semi-mandatory face-mask, flippers, snorkel, and wetsuit for collecting and unwrapping the Southland Times. How ’bout that?


WRT the fish ‘n’ chips … here in NZ the takeaway goodies were always removed from the deep fryer and plopped straight into a grease-proof crinkly liner paper atop the newspaper before immediate wrapping. (I was surprised when I returned to the UK as an adult to find they didn’t do this.)(Yeuch …)

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But first,

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Well now …

For myself I prefer the ‘Thai Wai’, or (not listed above) the Japanese bow—you know, lean forward from the waist (with or without eye contact, that’s up to you; but eye contact limits his chances of bopping you first and running off with your wallet) and mumble something nice.

Or, if taking it seriously, carry a wee pack of those disposable one-shot ‘plastic-bag’ gloves. You can put one on, shake hands properly, then carefully turn it inside out for disposal (hopefully without offending your new acquaintance).

(Hey! Don’t stop me now, I could have a real ball with this—)

If you’re an ex-forces type you could try a military style salute but please do it properly or not at all; snapping to attention first might just be taken as sarcasm by those not in the know. Oops. (Don’t forget the hat, though …)


I really like the “Thai Wai” above. That is real style, inoffensive, with “Hail Fellow, well met” sentiments. (Using that risky ‘elbow’ thing you may just get the hairy oaf who normally crushes your paw, knocking you off your feet instead …)

O tempora, o mores … and o, how we adapt …



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“But it’s still a vital tool for a lot of people. And those people continue to put bills and wedding invitations and, yes, even personal letters through these boxes on street corners with the absolute, unshakeable belief they will get to their respective destinations.”

sourced from: CLICK HERE

Oh, wow. Faith. I like that~! So, what will our dreaded Corona bug do to snail mail, hmmm? Electrons (I have it on good authority) cannot possibly carry viri. Viruses. Them things …

And yes, I am a cynic. Go ahead, challenge me …


“Cricket? Who the hell gives a BRA for cricket?”