The Whiffenpoof - Is It A Goof?

This, I Am Afraid, Is Steve's Fault
Steve?  Responsible, within the Stygian depths of your humble scribe's mind, for memory and all to do with it.  I therefore blame him for coming up with that name, "Whiffenpoof" whilst out walking Edna.
     'What is it?' pondered Conrad.  'Sounds like a fish or mythical creature."
     Of course any resolution had to wait until I got back to The Mansion, whereupon Whiffenpoof turns out to be an acapella singing group at Yale University, over in South Canada.  Whisky Oscar Echo?  The alternative to that is a variety of comic fish, of all things, from a comic operetta dating back to 1909*.

They look - well -  they look like Upper Class Brits, to be honest.  Whiffenpoofs!

     Ah!  Then again, it is the given title to an imaginary creature amongst those who hunt big game, or small game, or intermediate game, with sinister intent.
     It's a bit of a stretch, but BOOJUM! is the name of an imaginary creature created by Lewis Carroll, during the hunting - see?  see how it all links together? - of the Snark, which is another imaginary creature.
     So, to answer my own question, no, it isn't a goof.

What Are YOU Doing On MY Doorstep?
Almost literally, I have to report.  For those of you unaware or who do not care, Conrad lives in the Pond/Allotment/Ice-rink Of Eden**, depending upon what the weather decides to be for that day.  We are presently moving out from what is laughably called "Winter", which seems merely an excuse for said weather to be extra-specially dark and wet, without bothering to apply snow to the equation.
     Thus!  When sunshine arrives, my Vitamin D-deficient citizens all beat a hasty path to Tandle Hill, that they may disport themselves in the sunshine.  Art?

Proof

     If the weather were bad, you'd have two cars parked up in the space above, one of them being a learner driver only present because Tandle Hill Road is long and with no crossroads.
     What do we think, Edna?  Edna?  Stop sniffing for slugs and back me up!  EDNA!

Dog posture for "Whatever"

Curiosity
I know it killed the cat, and I've only blogged about walking the dog, except this time I'm talking about the Martian Rover, that thing big as a car.  Art?

Okay, a rather large car.

     I did post a photograph earlier this week of Curiosity in it's natural Martian habitat,  and then - perhaps - worried you by pointing out that there was no third party present on the Martian surface to take what seemed to be a Curiosity selfie.  Art?

Behold and boggle

     Of course, to the fertile (and paranoid) mind there is no problem here:  it was the Mysterons.  They took that photo, and why not?  We haven't carried out an act of war on them***.  That, or it was the Ice Warriors.
     Sorry to undermine your solid sense of serene <thinks> sociopathy, but there is a very simple explanation.  The photograph above is a composite, where the extendable arm supporting a selfie-enable camera has been excluded.
     So I'm sorry to say that sensible solutions succeed.

Further To The Father
Yes, Conrad has a new theme which he can warm to:  How British Conquered The World.  "British" in this context meaning 'Father Brown", who happens to be a Roman Catholic priest.  I know that, in centuries gone by, being Catholic was a treasonable offence in the Pond, but by the Fifties in post-Second Unpleasantness Britain we had grudgingly allowed that people who looked to the Pope were not actually frothing miscreants bent upon the destruction of the Pond.  No, that would be the Communists, those godless pagan idolators that the Catholic church loathed more than Oliver Cromwell.  If that's possible.

Oliver.  Not on many Christmas card lists in Eire.

     Anyway!   You can rely on that chap Degsy to come up with the goods, as he informed your modest artisan that the television series "Father Brown", starring Deamy, oh - and Mark Williams too, had been exported to 114 countries across the globe.  Not to mention that this includes 40 public broadcasting stations in South Canada, amounting to almost 30% of the country getting in on the Father.



*  "Little Nemo", if you can believe it.
**  The UK, if you want to be all pedantic and shizzle.
***  Yet.