JFK's Nightmare -

"Russians, John!  Russians On The Moon!"
Well, "nightmare" is probably an overstatement; "Intermittent Nagging Worry" isn't a very attention-grabbing title, however.
     Now, if you are one of those swivel-eyed conspiranoid loonwaffles who insist that Hom. Sap. never went to the Moon in the first place, THE EXIT DOOR IS THAT WAY!  <points>.

As NOT filmed by Stanley Kubrick

     Because the South Canadians most assuredly did.  What the youth of today forget, if they ever bothered to learn in the first place, is that the Sinister Union were also planning to set foot on the Moon, and they carried out extensive testing and research into same.  Come July 20th 1969 and Apollo 11 getting there first, the political impetus to Beat The Decadent Not To Mention Evil Capitalists kind of died off, and that was that.
     - goodness gracious!  I've just seen a rather petite woman walking an enormous great dog, doubtless a mastiff, and easily large enough for her to ride on it -

As NOT Photoshopped

     - where were we?
     Ah yes, the Sinister's Moon project.  Popular Mechanics has an interesting article on their planned Moon Rover, which, if Art is not in a coal-binging stupor -

With puny cosmonaut for scale

     Note the crazy wheel design, intended to remove the need for an elaborate suspension system.  Less noticeable are the crane and drill attached to the crew compartment - I say "crew" but it would only accommodate one person.  Interestingly - and dangerously! - it was to be fuelled by hypergolic rocket fuel, which consists of a propellant and separate oxidiser; you don't need an ignition source as they spontaneously ignite when they come into contact.  Ingenious, if a little risky.
     This vehicle's official title was "Lunar Engineering Machine", and the Sinisters had big plans for it.  O yes indeed.  Which we will probably come back to later, as this Intro is already over 300 words long, and we haven't even threatened the motley yet.

JFKs Intermittent nagging worry

     Right, that's seven thousand beer bottle caps, sharp side up, surrounding the barefoot motley, whom we have just dosed with a pint of castor oil.  Tee hee!

An Aptly-Named Plant
I have been watching the latest "Because Science" video, which ponders at length on the different deadly plants that Poison Ivy might consider using in order to - actually, what is her intent?  Kill everyone?  Rob all the banks?  Outlaw bonsai?
     Regardless of intent, Kyle (the presenter, not a name I picked at random) first mentions Giant Hogweed, which is indeed one of those species of flora best described as Plants You Do Not Mess With.  Art?

Not sure why he's saluting it ...

     The sap of GH will bring you out in giant blisters resembling chemical burns, and will make your skin photosensitive to sunlight for possibly decades.  In the interests of keeping your dinner down, I won't post pictures of the effects.  This isn't the nastiest plant that Kyle dug up - do you see what O you do - as he then mentioned one I'd not heard of before, possibly because it's a native of South Canada rather than the shores of Perfidious Albion: the Bloodroot, or Sanguinaria Canadensis, to be formal.  Art?

CAUTION! Looks are deceiving

     I think we shall come back to this later, as I feel a bit peckish and could do with some lunch.

     Excuse me, I was casting a wary eye over my shoulder at Edna, who is up on the bed in my Sekrit Layr.  She is thus sharing space with my 1,500 piece jigsaw, which is balanced on a large piece of fibreboard, hence vulnerable to Dog Jog.  Make sure you lie still and silent, Edna!  No fervent panting, okay?

Just like that will do it, ta.

"Caballistics, Inc"
I finished this last night, after making a concerted effort - okay, okay, I binge-read it.  There.  Happy now?  I liked it, including the fact that it doesn't have a happy ending for most of Caballistics Inc.  

The team

Dead, brain-dead or crippled, apart from - but that would be telling.  The initial worry of the creator (Gordon Rennie) was that 2000AD readers (where it was published) weren't used to horror stories featuring the supernatural.  Well, they adapated.  Plus they must have liked it, the series ran for 5 years.  They did the decent thing and haven't bothered to "reboot" or "reimagine" or "regurgitate" it.*
     The thing is - Conrad is revealing his inner anorak here - it's got lots of in-jokes and cross-references to other genre fiction and I feel the urge to re-read it and annotate what's present and where and why.**

Hannah Chapter.  She survives - or does she?

I Say!
What a shame that the hamsters still can't upload photographs from my camera.  Probably on a go-slow in order to get more nuts.
     Anyway, I merely wanted to point out that the weather here in the Allotment of Eden has been uncharacteristically pleasant.  Balmy, even.  Of course it won't last, so all and sundry are enjoying it whilst they can.  Conrad is almost certain he smelled someone's  outdoor barbecue whilst on his constitutional into Royton yesterday.

Typical February weather for the Pond of Eden.

     If this is all down to global warming, we here at BOOJUM! say bring it on!

Finally - 
I was going to talk about Armoured Personnel Carriers, and a Sinister-era one called the BMP1, but I think we've already had quite a bit of Sinister, and there's only so much you can take - oh, excuse me <checks microwave and potatoes in pan> I'm in the kitchen, you see, typing this whilst lunch cooks.  
                  
                                                This will all make sense on Facebook

   Oh, and -

Fire ants

     And with that, we are done.  Pip pip!

*  I made that last one up.  Clever, eh?
**  Sad or impressive?  Only you can tell!