dodo copyANALYSIS


Your quote:

Jeremiah 36:3

Perhaps when the people of Judah hear about every disaster I plan to inflict on them, they will each turn from their wicked ways; then I will forgive their wickedness and their sin.



the gullible read but don’t understand their Bible/s?





dodo copyNOW WE KNOW

and I’m still ploughing through Fawcett’s book (‘Exploration Fawcett’) and still as fascinated as the first time I ever read it. Conclusions—

(a) human life is often very cheap

(b) and of no value, and

(c) anyone will do anything to anyone

and with ref to ref (c): are some people serious or very tongue-in-cheek? I mean, who (other than in Fawcett’s book) ever heard of a dog with a double-barrelled nose?

So being a modern I asked the one guy in the universe who knows everything (no, not that One … I mean the one you can actually engage with, ol’ Mr Google).

Google giggled, made me dwell a brief pause, passed wind then spat out a sizeable selection; so here’s just one for you—

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—and if you don’t believe it, you’re welcome to do your own homework. (Go on, off you go; shoo~!)

Or if you’re still here, this one below I just didn’t follow no further cos’ I have more interesting things to do (tracking down some of the myths perpetuated by one Percy Harrison Fawcett).

But this wee beast is kind of cute—

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—regardless of whether he exists outside of Photoshop or not. I hope he’s real, I’d like to own one; sometimes I’d take him for a walk in the rush hour and watch all the disbelievers driving up trees …


I have to fit in more of Fawcett; I’ve found his bird that softens stone with chemicals but not yet the references I remember to cold-lights in forgotten cities.

Don’t wait up …

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CYNIC DEPT 2018 #1



“Yes, Pet?”

“That doodah high up on the wall, over there; what is it?”

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Image taken in the upstairs munchery of H & J’s department store in Invercargill,  located high on the wall and visible from most tables.


If your antiquity embarrasses you, don’t answer …


(b) Now What?


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A couple of years back someone in City Hall decided that the ancestral street decorations dragged out every Christmas and left up for months were getting a bit ratty. So despite taxpayer protests they sent a few bods at taxpayer expense—who I imagined were wined and dined lavishly—to China, and after running up a few bills came home with a bunch of lights …

… that didn’t perform. I think it was something to do with safety standards and stuff. But after the rehash, eventually we ended up with these—

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So let me add to their charms—they are electric! Yes, indeedy, they can be illuminated and switched on at night. So?

So way down here in the southernmost city in NZ, and for all I know possibly the southernmost (or next in line) city in the world … it don’t get dark at this time of the year until about eleven o’clock at night (sun sets earlier, true, but we have looong twilights).


(a) welcome to the only city in the world that prides itself on its taxpayer funded (tah daaah~!) invisible decorations. Boom boom! Are we unique, or what? And—

(b) when they are lit up at night to illuminate the festive world—who the hell (other than street-cleaners, stray dogs, and a few die-hard revellers) is ever going to see their glory?

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ol’ God got it right. His star-spangled blue dome and illuminations seem to function well. Here above, have thee a nice superdupermoon taken with my second camera (and Big G’s deco works both as decoration and lamp).


we should send all the councillors off to church. They may listen to the paid vulture (never do to their reluctant gunpoint funders) and you never know, there may be a miracle and they’d start actually thinking …


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… but don’t hold your breath …


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The following wee clip could be considered as not quite to everyone’s taste …

… but it seems to work as a defensive mechanism sometimes, and that’s no bull~!

Boom boom! (Parp parp?)

It came in this morning sent by a lady I always hold in the highest regard as a model of decorum, couth, culture and genteel gentility. She also loves bull terriers (so yes, we can be perfect).


—if you do go there it finishes at 1:39 … and beyond there be (I don’t really know, I found the guy a bit a lot intrusive) (we dogs are sensitive creatures sometimes, and clicked him away) monsters.


I pressed further on into the webosphere and came up with this—


to see source: CLICK HERE 

—ye gods, is nothing sacred?

Possibly not: I saw a photo in an archaeology magazine a few years back of an archaeologist holding a genuine (fossilised) Viking poop and peering benignly at it.

O temporoa, o mores … as our plumber said not long ago on a house call:

“It’s poop to you, Argie … bread and butter to me!”

And long may it last.

Strange, to add flavour to the topic (scented car) I looked around for the shot I remember so clearly but didn’t find it.

However, the fartifact in question may well have been from this lot—


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—make of it what we will. But one thing that always strikes me is the singular difference between the scent-free Hollywood notions of (some of) the ancients and the more plausible reality.

And getting back to that car—yes please, pass the beans … and don’t anyone strike a match




dodoOF WHO

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?”



Web Troll

“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.