One Of A Kind

I Apologise For Invoking Latin
Because you know I hate this zombie language second only to Russell Brand and pineapple, yet it has to be done.  For Lo!  I had the phrase "Sui Generis" pop into my head on the escalator in the Dark Tower yesterday, as I escaped from the endlessly ringing telephones and eight-hundred and ninety-seven phone calls, that I answered all on my own*.
     Pausing only momentarily to tut at Steve and Oscar, my memory and subconscious respectively, for their unwanted input, I did bother to look it up.

Steve and Oscar.  Perhaps.

      It means "Of it's own kind", or, if you want it in English idiom, something that it unique and unparalleled, kind of like <thinks really hard> oh I don't know - BOOJUM?  Because where else on Blogger are you going to find a blog that mashes up armour penetration and spalling characteristics for 30 m.m. Rarden cannon rounds, alongside facets of "Forbidden Planet" that you never realised existed**, and amusing snippets about Thomas Pynchon and "Gravity's Rainbow"?  - which author has still not come up with a new novel, need I mention***.

 
                  
     Whilst we're on the subject of Latin, I also looked up "Lax" after yesterday's title ("How Shockingly Lax!" for those who were daft enough to put their descendants in peril by not reading it).  Yes, it comes from Latin, and the source, "Laxus" means "To loosen" and, somewhat indelicately, it refers to one's bowels.

As close as we're getting to that

     So, since we here at BOOJUM! treasure our SFW status, that's where today's Intro will also conclude.
     Okay, motley, we've got bowls and there's ice cream in the freezer - shall we?
The Corridor Crew
A you should surely know by now, Your Humble Scribe is a bit of a one - okay, okay, a lot of a one - for noseying around on Youtube and looking for new channels that catch both his eye and his interest.  Last night I discovered "The Corridor Crew" whom appear to be a clutch of ne'er-do-wells associated with computer game design.  The clip I watched was that of a Hollywood stuntman sitting in and breaking down various scenes in films, usually involving driving.

Come crew

     They loved loved loved "John Wick 2" and here's a shot taken from one scene they were slavering about -

     The car here had been driven up that ramp between two yellow pillars in the background, took off, landed, skidded through ninety degrees and then pulled away, getting within a couple of feet of the camera.  When they slowed it down you can see the stunt driver getting thrown about behind the wheel; these people are professionals, though, so the camera crew were never in any danger.  We think.      We also got to see Keanu doing some of his own driving stunts, practical stuff with no CGI involved, and you can tell it's him because his door had been ripped off.

A minor point, yet a telling one.

     One reason they loved the John Wick films is that their director (Chad Stahelski) had been a stuntman to begin with, and brought that particular kind of perspective to the game.  He had, in fact, been Keanu's stunt double in the Matrix films.
     Then they moved onto how Hollywood gets guns wrong in films and television in so many ways, but I fear this excess of nerdism will have to wait for another day.
"Prelate"
This was the answer in a Cryptic crossword, which I got (of course!) because I am crossword-savvy, and also because of M. R. James, which feature lots of same.  Except I'd never actually bothered to look up what a Prelate was until last week. 
     Nothing earth-shattering: it is a generic term for those holding high ecclesiastical rank (is that the right word?) such as bishops and <thinks> arch-bishops and <thinks hard but gets nothing> others.  Art?


CAUTION!  Do not get wet

     Thus is a bishop turned up early for an appointment, you could say he was a pre-late prelate.  Though people would groan and complain.

Borderlands?
Your Humble Scribe has been seeing various adverts on bus shelters for "Borderlands", featuring a curiously-clad character, and a preponderance of VERY BRIGHT COLOURS.  Art?

Sunny, isn't it?

     The game, which I've just read up about, is a shooting and looting kind of thing, where you run around on the planet Pandora, which is home to a secret vault - not too original with the nomenclature there, were you, chaps? - that you need to scour clean of it's valuable alien technology.  No, there is no police force nor army nor United Nations, everybody seems to do what they feel like when they want and to whom they want -
     Here an aside.  Conrad used to endure watching "Teen Titans" with Darling Daughter when she was much younger, and boy! I did not enjoy it.  Art?

Yes.  Or, rather, no.

     I used to point out that the city of Whateverville had to rely on the five above to deal with all the villains who cropped up in that episode, since there were no police (at least I don't remember any) nor National Guard nor army chaps.  What if one of the five were sick, and another was on holiday, and another had been kidnapped, and another was having a bath?  WHAT THEN, HMMMM!?  Besides which, why is Robin hanging out with these under-aged asinine bumbletucks?  Doesn't Batman need him to fight proper villains?      Back to Borderlands.  Doubtless there are extras and add-ons that the game players need to pay £££ to acquire, and they will acquire, because gamers will render up their first-born to get extra in-game kit.      I can't see why it's called "Borderlands" either, as it's set on a whole new alien world rather than the boundaries between one nation-state and the next.

"Bang-bang shooty-shooty.
Kill and run and find some looty."
(Not my best work, but it doesn't deserve better)

     You see, Pong?  You see what you've done?  Damn your Dog Buns eyes!

Great-granddaddy

*  There may be a teensy bit of exaggeration here.  A teensy bit.
**  And never wanted to know about
***  I think you can feel my bated breath on the back of your neck.