Search This Blog

Thursday, 30 July 2026

Bork Bork Bork I've Been To York!

Old York, That Is

The Little Apple, not that trans-Atlantic mega-city consisting of skyscrapers, neon signs and caustic wit.  Also lambs being traffic hazards.  Art!

"Osiauitek" sounds Lithuanian

     You see, phone traffic at my Still Coyly Un-Named Employer is down, thanks to the good weather, in part.  When it's hot and sunny people go out and sunbathe, or walk the dog, or go to the park with a picnic: the last thing they do is consider 'Whom can I pester on the telephone today?"  So we the staff have been putting our names forward for unpaid leave, and Your Humble Scribe got Thursday off.

     Whooppee!  <note single exclamation mark, no going overboard here>

     Time for another visit to a Regimental Museum, which occasional project was put on hold during the Plague Years.  So off to York and the York Army Museum it was.  Art!

The Gate of Mickle, which means 'Large'

     Micklegate, with steps to access the city walls just out of shot to starboard.  These features are why York will prevail during the Zombie Apocalypse, since they act as natural choke points and all you need is to park a car at an angle, then mak

     ANYWAY I want to post a couple of other photos to set what scriptwriters call 'mise en scene', which is Pretentious for 'Setting'.  Art!


     The River Ouse, pronounced 'Ooze', and yes only the Yorkies would grace a body of running water with what sounds like an insult.  It's also prone to flooding.  Art!


     A couple of geese take to the River Slime, sorry Ooze sorry Ouse.  O boy I'm scoring points left and right with the Yorkies, aren't I?  Art!


     Note the mother following her small child making the hill ascent, and the gloomy grey skies that necessitated wearing a coat.  Here I sat and scoffed my remaindered schwarma and a tin of something fizzy, orange-flavoured and Polish.       Why here?  

     It's opposite the York Army Museum.  Art!


     It looks tiny, which is deceptive, as only the shop is on ground level.  You will be proud of Conrad not spending any money on the books, models or other military guff they had there.  Will of iron.  Art!


     Since not everyone is an anorak like Conrad, they provided a few basic concepts, such as 'Cavalry' and 'Infantry'.  The 4/7th Royal Dragoon Guards (to port) were technically a cavalry unit, in that they rode horses.  However, their horses were very much fifth-rate nags as the dragoons fought dismounted, not on horseback.  The infantry are footsloggers who, even in the 21st century, have to able to march march march, possibly all day long, petrol costing what it does.  Art!


     A little ahead of time, there was a mural above a series of film clips that portrayed the 4/7th in action in Normandy, which also repeats the canards about Shermans versus Tigers et al.  They omit the 'soft' factors such as reliability, ease of maintenance, reliability, availability, reliability and lack of gun barrel overhang.  Did I mention reliability?  Art!


     Sorry for the lack of puny humans to give scale, just take it from me that this is a life-size schematic.  You can see how cramped a Sherman was, and it was quite roomy as tanks went.  The driver and bow-gunner/radio operator sit down at the front, with the commander, loader and gunner all sitting in the turret 'basket'.  Art!


     On the other side of the room, and jumping back in time 150 years, here's a depiction of a typical 'redcoat' circa the battle of Waterloo, 1815.  The blurb alongside gives more details about whom and what you're looking at.  Art!


     The nomenclature of British infantry regiments is horribly confusing.  Be advised that, in 1881, the 14th Regiment of Foot became the 'Prince of Wales Own West Yorkshire Regiment'.

     If your glazzies aren't up to it, the relevant part of the text states "The ability to operate as part of a well-drilled and disciplined team is still vital when faced with the intense pressure of battle."
     The diagram points out Yorkie's musket, atop which is a bayonet, French cavalry for the confounding of, his water bottle, haversack, a knapsack for storing larger items, and an ammunition pouch containing 60 rounds of ammunition.  Art!

Ammunition pouch 1815 vintage

     Yes yes yes, I know a modern Yorkie could, if he wanted to earn the CSM's wrath, go through 60 rounds in about 10 seconds, including time to change a magazine.  HOWEVER - O that word again! - back in the time of Nappy-nobbling a soldier could manage perhaps 2 shots per minute thanks to have to load powder down the barrel, tamp a piece of paper on top of that, then ram his lead shot down there, replace the ramrod, cock the hammer, put a dash of gunpowder on the pan, go to full cock, then lay aim and fire.  So that's about 2 hours-worth of bullets.  I shall be merciful and avoid going into detail about the enormous amount of smoke these flintlocks generated.  Art!


     A kindly-provided detail about an infantry company and how it was structured, with 52 privates being supervised by 6 non-commissioned officers (3 corporals, 3 sergeants), two junior officers and the captain.  With a drummer, whose job it was to beat out different rhythms rather than have the captain scream himself hoarse.  Hence 'Beating The Retreat'.  Art!


     10 companies made up a battalion, with 8 line companies of infantry, 1 of grenadiers and 1 of skirmishers.  The battalion's flags were kept towards the rear as losing them in action was deemed an unforgiveable disgrace.  The Colonel would be in the middle of the battalion, best placed to observe and issue orders.  Art!


     Yorkies preparing to meet their most deadly opponent.  The Lankies.  THE FRENCH! sorry, I meant the French.

     I think we'll call a halt for these reminiscences at present, but rest assured we will most definitely return.  I bet you can hardly wait.


Parboil In Oil
I have to put up the illo that the AI Art Generator came up with the cue 'Man with leg stuck in deep oil fryer' because it's so well over the top.  Art!


     The doofus in this case was tasked with cleaning the vents over the oil deep fryers in a fast-food restaurant.  Normal process was to let the fryers cool down before attempting any cleaning, then use a kick-stool or small ladder to access the vents.  Danny Doofus decided to shorten this process by -

     - balancing on the edges of the first, only just switched off and thus swimming with oil at 200ยบ C, fryer to have it's hood cleaned.

     He slipped.  Not only did his leg enter boiling oil up to his knee, his foot got stuck in the trap at the bottom of the fryer.  By the time his leg was released it was in such a state it had to be amputated below the knee.

     Boiling oil: great for chips but not when up to your hips.  





First, Catch Your Rabbit

You ought to be aware that we here at BOOJUM! keep a weather eye on Hom. Sap's investigation of distant worlds, the exoplanets that were unknown before 1996, and which have been detected in the thousands since then.  If fact it seems that most solar systems have planets, and frequently a lot of them.  Art!


     The planet in question is LHS 1140 b, although they use an image of a completely different exoplanet, K2-18B.  Art!


     Not enough time for an artist's impression?

     LHS is a rocky world located in the 'Goldilocks Zone' around it's parent star, and has been detected losing helium into space from it's atmosphere.  Next up. the James Webb Space Telescope will be turned onto it, so investigate if any water is present in said atmosphere.  Fingers crossed!

     Art?

What's known as a 'Super-Earth'


O Boy What Has Lindy Come Up With NOW?

I shall have to mark this one down as 'Watch Later', since I've got more annotations to manage tonight.  Art!


      He might start with the shocking revelation that the Odd. is fiction.  I know, who knew!


Finally -

You may be aware that the usual suspects have been conspicuously absent for several days now, which is me trying to prove that I really can avoid them for 72 hours at least.  Don't worry, they will return.



Wednesday, 29 July 2026

The Wall -

No, Nothing To Do With Pink Floyd!

Or Roger Waters before the conspiranoid loonwaffle years.  Kindly let me finish my title sentence -

     "The Wall - Of DEATH!"

     Although it is intimately associated with prog rock, which we will inevitably work our way back to.  Art!


     Thank you Gerald Scarfe for the finest of nightmare fuel.

     ANYWAY Your Humble Scribe found himself in the usual creative bind, coming up with a title and then needing to find content to back it up.  No problemo!  First of all we have the small scale 'Wall of Death', which, if we can cattle-prod Art into action -


     It's a fairground attraction that is still around, if no longer as numerous as it used to be, insurance costs being what they are.  As is evident from the picture above, they consist of a large circular drum with an angled base, the latter of which allows a motorbike rider to accelerate up the wall until they are riding horizontally.  They need to maintain a speed of about 30 PROUD IMPERIAL miles per hour to keep safely horizontal, and no more, because getting higher than that can cause g-force induced blackouts.  Which - you may be ahead of me here - would be bad.  Art!

The irony, it burns!

     Yes it's dangerous.  Here in the UK with our frankly miniscule Garden Fence Of Death scene, there have been accidents and serious injuries in the last 10 years.

     Art!


     The somewhat larger-scale 'Wall of Death' that is the North Face of the Eiger, a Swiss tourist attraction that is renowned for being - well, I suppose 'Wall-ish' and 'Death-ish'.  It's 5,900 PROUD IMPERIAL feet in height, and sheer, which means straight up - or down if things are going wrong - as well as being covered in ice.  Which is pretty slippery when trying to negotiate.  Also, the locations of ice-fields change rapidly over time, so what may be perfectly traversable on day may be a vertical skid-pan the next.  Did I mention the frequent rockfalls? because there are frequent rockfalls.  The weather can change from a light flocculation of clouds to heavy snow in less than an hour, or rain can form black ice whenever it falls, rendering every surface treacherously slippery.  O and it takes at least 12 hours to make the ascent.  Art!


     At least 70 people have died on the Eiger's North Face, which of course compelled even more to try, leading to success only as recently as 1938.  We are not going to go into the horrors of failing 'portaledges' in this Intro, as they are horrid enough as a subject for themselves.

     ANYWAY AGAIN guess what, Conrad is going to do another Little Musical Critique, on the second song 'Fly On A Windshield' featured on 'The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway' for we are now armoured with the liner notes and lyrics.  It's quite a short song hence all the prior verbiage. Art!

Ah ah ah, that's the final line.  Don't jump the gun!

"There's something solid forming in the air"

TORNADO!  Or not.  Not in Times Square.  The liner notes do mention ' - descending like a balloon -so perhaps it's a LED ZEPPELIN OF DEATH! or not as that's heavy metal and this is prog.

"And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square"

You can see where today's title comes from.  The liner notes helpfully inform that the WoD is what descends from the heavens, without explaining why.  Art!


"No one seems to care"

     Hmmm I wonder I wonder - is it because there's no WoD and it's all in Rael's mind, thanks to all those paint fumes?  Don't forget Occam's Razor - 'entities should not be multiplied un-necessarily'.  This would explain why nobody is panicking at a giant 3D wall suddenly moving through the beating heart of New York.  

"They carry on as if nothing was there"

     See above.

"The wind is blowing harder now"

     TORNADO! Ooops, no, sorry, not again.  

"Blowing dust into my eyes

The dust settles on my skin"

    Art!


     Perhaps I exaggerate a tad.  Or do I?

"Making a crust I cannot move in"

    Ooo-errr, Matron, that looks a bit forbidding.  Trapped whilst the WoD approaches.

"And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway"

     To back all this up, the liner notes add in an apocalyptic description of the Wall Of Death making it's presence known.  "The sound of impact bursts through the silence, and in a roar of sound, the final second -"

     This is another hint that Rael is killed at that moment and what follows for the rest of the album is merely the split-second of his fading consciousness as he perishes.  Kind of like 'An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge', set to music.

Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce's finest short story

     Sorry for the downer ending.  What else did you expect from a title with 'Death' in it?


All Aboard The Angus Bus!

More of McKie, in case you've been living up a pole in the desert for the past two months, the sci-fi scriber of stuff.  Art!


     It's a bit difficult to tell which way this craft is oriented, especially as there is no 'up' or 'down' in space.  I think it has the lines of something designed for harvesting either asteroids or spacebergs, as seen in the foreground and background.  

     A little digging later, it transpires that this is another illo for Gerrard O'Neill's 'The High Frontier', even if this spaceship looks a bit too advanced for incipient space colonists.


O And By The Way

"Wall of Death" is another name given to the 'Moshpit' area in what I understand the young folk call 'gigs', especially at ones featuring <insert noun here> Metal bands.

     However, there are always those who spoil it for others.  Art!


     I shall leave this one with you and not comment at all.


A Bit Of Background For You

Prior to 2027 and the arrival of the animated 'Rogue Trooper' film, Conrad expects you to have done your homework and be familiar with the background to Rogue's nomadic pilgrimage.  Here's a Youtube vlog that I just happened to come across at random which you need to watch.  Art!


Rogue Trooper: The Quartz Massacre

     There may be a test later.  Be aware.


He's Going To Claim A Darwin In The Near Future

You know the Darwin Awards, given to those who improve the gene pool by removing themselves from it.  Here's a near-miss.  Art!

     


     The PAssenger With Smarts, hereafter PAWS, noticed the new car ahead of them doing a lot of swerving as the driver took selfie after selfie, eventually driving completely off the road and into a verrrry solid mailbox that yielded not a bit.  A solid metal pole bedded in concrete, one guesses.

     PAWS and her driver stopped to see if the other driver was alright and, surprisingly, they were unhurt.  However - ah that word again! - they were verrrry apprehensive. 

     "Do you need us to call anyone?" asked PAWS.

     "No," replied the pale-faced youth.  "This is my first car, my parents just bought it for me.  They should be on their way back from the dealership any minutes now.  They're going to kill me."

     His fate is unknown as this is where PAWS and her driver moved on out of his life.  Art!

Mom and Pop, an artist's impression

     From 'Biggest Fails Ever Recorded' on Youtube.  Not world-shattering but Mr Idiot Driver is going to feel like it is.


Do You Want Skynet?  BECAUSE THIS IS HOW YOU GET SKYNET!

Of late there have been a few alarms about AI systems getting rather out of the box and interfering with other AIs in order to advance their sinister agenda, which is worrying enough.  The company in question, OpenAI - far too open for my liking - originally said their proto-Skynet had only attacked HuggingFace, yet now admit it also targeted 4 other online entities, which OpenAI is not identtifying.  Not very open.  



     What a cheery face that dispels all thoughts of the 'Alien' faceuggers.



Tuesday, 28 July 2026

Helluloid Cell

There I Was, Fretting

"What can Thursday's blog Intro be about? " because even at 05:37 in the morning the grey matter never stops working.  

     "Let's avoid the usual suspects.  Something different.  Nothing martial or maleficent."

     Well, I realised I had a backlog of film material, so thus we are here.  Art!


     This is a real blast from the past.  Up until recently, cinemas played reels of film through projectors, throwing the image upon a screen.  Each reel of film lasted for ten minutes or so and was about 1,000 feet long.  As one reel was coming to an end, the projectionist would cue up the successor on a different projector, which makes the next tale somewhat suspicious.

     Supposedly, the narrator worked in the projection booth and had cued up a horror film that they had no interest in watching, so they just let it run whilst they stayed in the box office.  Art!

 
     The platter did not engage; this is the disk that re-reels the played celluloid back into a reel again.  Thus there were thousands of feet of unspooled film that had to be rolled back onto the platter by hand.  Which took five hours.

     Nowadays it's all done with hard drives and digital projectors, much handier yet with no romance.  Art!


     You ought to be aware of the Youtube channel 'Terry Talks Movies' as we've mentioned it in the past.  Ol' Tel is an Antipodean from Melbourne who delights in watching and criticising films, especially horror and sci-fi ones, and has recently done a couple of livestreams.  Art!

Luna the cat makes a guest appearance

     'Replacement' as the first one was very glitchy, or so I'm told as I didn't see it.  Conrad was in this one for a good thirty minutes, the whole thing running for just over two hours, which I couldn't manage on a work night.  I did comment about the weather, which you'll have to take on trust as there's no stored Chat on the vlog entry.  Art!


     A collective comparison from Ol' Tel, and Conrad's attention was piqued because, despite it being a colour still from a monochrome film, I recognised - Art!


     The reveal that the 'invaders' are actually faceless robots is rather well done and a nice jump scare, especially considering the whole film's budget makes a shoestring look lavish.  There's also a rather amusing con
     ANYWAY that's us rather jumping the gun.  Let us look at the first film in this selection.  Art!


     Quite a genre mashup I think you'll agree, resulting in one of those uneasy miscegenations, a horror Western.  Ol' Tel seems to think it worth a watch, mainly because it's played dead straight, no camp poisons present, so Your Humble Scribe may have to indulge in a view if it crops up on Netflix.  Plus, as I know you want to see a bit of Frankenstein action - Art!


     Going by the principle of Chekov's Gun, all that delicate glass laboratory ware was always destined to be shattered apart in a fist fight.  Sorry, what's that?  O the plot.  Jesse James, in the dark clothing above, and Hank, the big lunk with the stitched head, meet up with Frankenstein's grand-daughter.  She's on a bender kidnapping people and replacing their brains, to turn them into slaves.  Hey, everyone needs a hobby.  At the end only Jesse and the infant Juanita survive, and he rides off into the sunset.  Art!


     I see the latest French fashions in hats have arrived this year.
     
     Now that we've got that out of the way, time for FILM REVIEWS!
     Since we've not done these for a while, let me recap:  we go solely by the title, perhaps also taking into consideration the colour palette of the bus poster, take things verrrry literally and may break any of these rules if we feel like it.  Art!

Props for using a chainsaw

EVIL DEAD BURN:  Another dodgy attempt to reboot the franchise, hmmm?  You can tell this is at the verrrry least a sinister film, thanks to the colour palette being all black, yellow and red.  O dear, was it 'inspired by'?  Number 6 in a franchise that ought not to have gotten beyond 2.  If they want to keep the 'Evil Dead' franchise alive, bring back the television series.  One is minded of 'Drag Me To Hell'.  Except it's not a horror film if it the evil can be defeated by a CO₂ fire extinguisher.  Art!

TOY STORY 5: Another franchise that has outstayed it's welcome.  One for the kids, going by the colours.  Let me crunch a few numbers.  The production budget was $250 million, with at least another $100 million for promotion, advertising and distribution.  That's a tidy $750 million.  The film itself turned $1 billion at the box office, meaning $500 million profit, so - still in the red.  Unsurprising as it's the most expensive animated film ever made.  Conrad suspects the law of diminishing returns is in effect here.  The loss will be partially balanced by merchandising, but Conrad isn't sure what amount that will be.  You never know, getting a tanking like this might put a part 6 into limbo forever.  Art!

Haven't seen it.  Not missing much.

DUTTON RANCH: More of cowboys.  This poster came with a pair of headshots of people I don't recognise, and Conrad, in his wisdom, is guessing that this is a spin-off from 'Yellowstone', which must be popular with people who like Yogi Bear and the wide open spaces.  Art!

Beef, bears and Barbours

SUPERGIRL: Various critical thunderbolts have been out on this one for a while, and coming to it late like this means we get to see what the long-term box office take is.  Art!

A heroine for the ages
 
Or not

     So, on the 50% rule it's made $62 million profit, on a budget at least three times larger, so Conrad can confidently predict there won't be a 'Supergirl 2'.  Who knew that audiences wouldn't flock to see a sulky, petulant drunken protagonist!  Art?

DISCLOSURE DAY:  Some have described this as a sequel to another of Steven Speilberg's previous films, the name of which escapes me, and I cannot be bothered to look it up.  Sue me.  It's about aliens and shizzle, and stars the rather delicious Emily Blunt.  I thought the poster was her face behind a broken opaque mask, but - Art!

     Once you see that it's the outline of a finch it's hard to unsee , and I was helped to see this by an animated finch that appeared over my Google search.  Very clever, yet it still didn't compel me to watch the film.  Is that flipping the bird?
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA 2:  Art!


     I haven't watched 'The Devil Wears Prada' because it concerns fashion and I care less for that than I do about the ballfoot game.  To be honest I have no idea what 'Prada' is, perhaps bespoke garden trowels? so I can't give even a fig stalk about the second iteration.


The Belles Of Hell

By whom I mean Greta Nissen and Jean Harlow, who were the female leads in "Hell's Angels", Greta only until Jean replaced her when the film became a 'talkie' from a silent.  Art!


     In glorious monochrome.
     That's not where things end, though.  You see, I came across another version of HA, one that has been rendered in colour.  Art!


     This process is a lot easier to do now that people can utilise the processing power of a computer; back in the day they used to hand-tint the celluloid, frame by frame, which in the case of HA would have meant doing it for 11,000 feet.
     Which is where we came in.