A BRIEFFIE, SO

MAKE OF IT WOT YE WILL:

In just this morning— Bop 2

“The advice is now simple: make sunscreen part of your morning routine, just like brushing your teeth.”

“People need to remember that sunscreen isn’t a suit of armour,” …

“If you’re planning outdoors activities – like playing or watching sport, going fishing or working outdoors – you should also seek shade, wear a hat, protective clothing and sunglasses, and reapply your sunscreen every two hours.”

New Zealand has the world’s worst rates of deaths from malignant skin melanoma at 6.6 per 100,000 people – around six times the global average.

from:  CLICK HERE (NZ Herald)

Yay~! We’re still the world’s leaders. Now get out there and soak up some of the lovely warmth, without which this planet would still be a mammoth ice-ball. (I slay me … ‘mammoth’, get it?)

   dodo.gif

Advertisements

I GOTTA COLD

honk … snorp …

arrrrrggggghhhhh—

CHOOF~!

—bugger!

Furthermore, damn and blas—

Screen Shot 2018-07-26 at 12.30.39.png

LET ME EXPLAIN

I’m a superstitious old poop.

Which means that I don’t believe in (choose one, or both) (‘neither’ is not an option)—

(a) divine retribution, or

(b) instant colds (or similar) such after brief exposure to the elements.

So I went out the night before last to try for some star snaps. Hoofed out to where I knew it would be dark and deserted, and set up my camera and tripod. But:

it was bitterly cold. Freezing, in fact. And I was out there for a couple of hours; very well wrapped in layers of warming things outside and layers of gobbled Mars bars (okay, just two) inside. And still I frozz.

I also had the feeling that on this deserted out-of-town golfing course, with no lights, pretty near total darkness and quite unable to achieve a focus on a star in any mode—

—I was not alone.

It’s a ‘sense’ I’ve never been able to explain and cannot conjure up at will, but I’ve learned never to ignore it …

… so in pitch blackness I folded my toys and hoofed quietly away.

But not before declaring myself with a quick beam of light from the lovely new powerful flashlight The Spouse bought me for my birthday and snapping an exhalation, herewith below—

Screen Shot 2018-07-26 at 12.44.36.png

—in the general direction of what I felt might be the source of my unease; and then with no pretence of sneaking briskly left.

Left briskly.

Dammit, shifted my shi—  shivers homewards.

I APPARENTLY

overdid it. Despite all the layers of feathers and things I got horribly chilled, and The Spouse wasn’t at all impressed when I arrived home as a self-propelled animated ice block. I was tossed (with no formalities~!) into a lovely hot shower and force fed hot cocoa (and sermons).

SO:

how long does it take to crank up a full blooded cobbod cod? Dode ask be, but I seeb to hav dud id in just two days

Screen Shot 2018-07-26 at 12.30.39.png—bugger …

dodo

 

I HATE

to see Screen Shot 2017-12-22 at 11.31.41.png

PURE VIRGIN

canvas

defaced

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.

Screen Shot 2017-12-22 at 11.34.19.png

“But it’s art, Argie!”

I OFFER THIS PREDICTION

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.

https://www.inverse.com/article/39619-25-biggest-scientific-breakthroughs-of-2017



SIC TRANSIT GLORIA *

Screen Shot 2017-12-22 at 11.38.41.png

“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~!) …

 

tatt-free zone, boom boom!.jpg

“Argie—have her home by midnight~!”

 

icon_lol icon_lol

 

dodo copy

 

 

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

 

A BIT SCRATCHY,

pcARE WE?

So we should be.

We are the single most sensitive and misunderstood wee souls in the entire universe.

x

Awww, don’t fret, Diddums, we love you …

IN THE MEANTIME FOR THOSE

with an analytical bent and no first hand experience here’s your quote from the objective BBC —

What’s behind New Zealand’s shocking youth suicide rate?

By Andreas Illmer

Think of New Zealand and what likely comes to mind is beautiful nature – fjords, mountains and magnificent landscapes, vast, empty and endless.

But for years already, the country has been struggling with another form of isolation – depression and suicide.

A new report by Unicef contains a shocking statistic – New Zealand has by far the highest youth suicide rate in the developed world. A shock but no surprise – it’s not the first time the country tops that table …

For myself I’m nether shocked nor surprised. Ho hum (yawn, too). But you’d have to live here to understand.

FOR MYSELF

I came up through our world-beating Kiwi ‘education’ system. (We weren’t taught to think but boy, could we ever play rugby!)

It took me decades to break free of the conditioning. I had to teach myself—my dear ol’ Dad often in despair because I perpetually had my snout in a book.

At school I was roundly hated for answering questions that smug teachers would pose to

(a) shut us up and/or

(b) demonstrate their superiority.

THE JAPANESE

have a saying to the effect that the nail that sticks up should be hammered down—kiwis take it to heart in spades. So I became a quiet ‘loner’.

Lonely? No way—I revelled in it. Scrooge enjoyed darkness because it was cheap, I enjoyed solitude because of the company* .

NEVER FOR A MOMENT

did I ever contemplate killing myself. My world was angles, blocks, colours, rhyme, distances, history and endless unanswered questions.

Life itself was a challenge and I quickly burned through the religious hoo-flung we were fed—I quietly drew cartoons in Bible class and no-one said a word so long as I stayed quiet. I stayed quiet so long as no indoctrinated idiot challenged me.

big J

Built the lot out of nothing, I did.  Dad did.  We did … bugger …

Long before coming across Aristotle I’d learned to see through contradictions for myself. Powerful stuff.

SO WHY

does ol’ God allow kiwi kids to pop themselves off all over the place?

OR COULD IT BE

that kiwi kids are simply a bunch of over-indulged Snowflakes these days, and God just doesn’t come into it?

I’VE MENTIONED THIS

one before, that once asked at a gathering ‘how to raise the self-esteem of a kid’ my response was ‘Set that kid a difficult task, as tough as you can make but within his reach’ … stunned silence.

dodo Now please don’t ask me how to lower our world-beating suicide statistic.

It can be done. It could be done—but I predict with one hundred percent confidence that it won’t be done.

So we shall continue to be ‘world beaters’ in that field too, boom boom!

bashes-rock

finger-pointing-down-animation-gif copy

* Some of the greatest minds that ever lived.

 

 

OH, REALLY?

After reading this—dodo

“What happens should nuclear war occur is a total unknown, he said.

It would almost certainly result in hundreds of thousands, if not millions of deaths, with devastation on an unprecedented scale …”

sourced:  CLICK HERE 

 

—one might ask

  • how bad were the ice ages
  • and the asteroidal impacts that created them?
  • Created? Or remediated?

Bugger … I need more coffee.

Web Troll

 

WE GOTCHA

NOW

try this wee hypothetical scenario—080721_dodo

  • Education is Free! (At government expense)(which means at your expense, you pay taxes)
  • Education is compulsory! (Your kid goes to school, or else!)
  • Schools, to protect the innocent, for vaccinated kids. (No arguing, you damned anti-social misfit: get your rotten kids vaccinated or they can’t attend compulsory school. Got it?)

—and now that you’ve done the sums, here’s another thought—

” …When it comes to the science, Robert F. Kennedy is currently focusing on one (out of many) concerns regarding current vaccination, which is mercury, one of the most dangerous toxins known to man — 100 times more poisonous than lead . He recently held a press conference at the National Press Club bringing this point up, offering a $100,000 reward for any scientist, journalist, or doctor to present a study showing that it is safe to inject mercury into babies…”

—namely, why aren’t they queuing up to collect that free ‘no brainer’ reward; kicking, gouging, biting, struggling ferociously to get to the front of the line before all the lovely freebie hundred-thousand dollarses run out?buitre16

Oh! Yes. I see …

  • not everyone is motivated by money …
  • some of us actually want only what is best for our fellow man, woman, or child; out of the goodness of our compassionate altruistic loving little hearts …
  • even if it means (sob~!) invoking the armed might of the State to force any antisocial bastards to comply …
  • pro bono publico
  • one for all
  • and all for none
  • Thus Freedom (yay! Rah rah rah!) eternally reigns supreme

shot-shooter

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

“Yes, Little Ollivia?”

“Sir … isn’t there a flaw in your drift?”

“Do tell, Child—I’m all ears.”

“Surely if an unvaccinated child goes to school he’s at risk from the bugs carried by … …  … oh.”

“More, please—you still don’t look convinced?”

“But if he’s suffering and takes the germs to school, he’s a threat to the bulletproo— … … … oh …”

baaabs

 

YE GODS

AKA BB D 2.png

“Beam me up, Scotty—

buitre16

—there’s not a great deal of intelligent life down here~!”

WE ALL HAVE

our little idiosyncrasies. Some of us even dedicate our lives to idiot-syncrasies, which is more than doubleplus ungood.

Like wee cutie, here   ——>

who seems to have slipped the leash back in chapter 1. I no longer trust anything I read in modern media, it could be simple typos (nothing wrong with that if no wars are started because of them) or even the deplorable state of modern journalism. By way of anticipating rebuttitive squawks I offer this verbatim snippet —

Though her eyes are naturally large, she wears contact lenses to enhance them, boosting the size of her iris from 13.5cm to 16.2cm …

—and leave it for you to make any decisions (although I am reminded of a sketch in a Billy Connolley show where he convinces his short-sighted Dad that ‘prescription windscreens’ would obviate the need to wear glasses when driving—

“…but can you imagine the effect on a driver coming the other way? …

‘Eek! What the f**k is that~!?

Damn. He tells it much better than I. Perhaps it really is just a proofing error, the mind would boggle otherwise. Anyway, here’s your link:  CLICK HERE

And if you do go there be prepared to gast your flabbers …

 

BB D 3.png

And now, with a set precedent preceding me: I wonder how much it would cost to have my own visage enhanced …

argus