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Tuesday, 25 August 2026

Bite The Brucie Bullet

Bruce Pennington, That Is

A few very old, very confused readers might be confabulating today's title with a phenomenon from the Seventies, "The Generation Game", a British gameshow that featured the MC Bruce Forsyth, whose effusive personality drove the whole thing.  Art!


     The Youtuber 'Suchomimus', whose channel used to be all about dinosaurs, posted from his expatriate home in Taiwan with his giant pet rabbit, occasionally mentions a 'Brucie Bonus', a phrase taken directly from the show, so one assumes he grew up with it, too.

     ANYWAY less of what's not and more of what's what.  First, of course - obviously! - we have to explain the origin of 'Bite the bullet'.  Art!


     Hmmm.  Looks more like that one of Peter Gabriel downing Jagermeister shots.   It is not a tricky stage show event performed with a NATO 7.62 rimless round, as your teeth - indeed your entire head - are likely to fly apart practicing such a stunt.  No!  No gory pictures.  What it really refers to is the old, pre-anaesthetic practice of military surgeons giving a patient a bullet, i.e. a spherical lead shot, to bite down upon as their leg got sawn off.  This lessened their screaming, which might lead to hearing loss for the surgeon in a small operating-theatre tent.  O and distract his sawing.  Can't have that!  Thus the phrase has come to mean 'Bearing up well under strain or pain.'  Art!

Suspiciously pristine 18th century teeth*

     ANYWAY I was looking at the 'Sci-Fi Art' portfolio of screenshots of Bruce Pennington's artworks, that I have been posting singly on BOOJUM! realising that the whole slideshow is just over 7 minutes long, and I've only managed 2 minutes of single screenshots so far.  So! I'm going to post a whole lot all at once.  Live with it if you don't like it.  Also, rather than repeat ad nauseum during this Intro, bear in mind that Brucie's artwork as depicted frequently has a large blank space at the top, so that a publisher can fit in the title and author without sacrificing the painting that he spent hours producing: the 'Title Gap'.  Art!


     Another trope of Bruce's: a line of aerial objects receding into the background.  In this case, we've got a whole lot of hostile flying saucers, inaccurately blasting away at fleeing Hom. Sap.  Come on little green (or grey) men, surely your craft capable of crossing interstellar space can target a few scuttling hominids better than a First Upleasantness biplane?

     Annoyingly, there is no follow-up illo about the book or magazine cover this was used on, if any, nor did a Google search reveal anything.  So, this may be a speculative painting that Brucie did, which was never purchased.  Art!


     Conrad unsure if you can call .his a UFO and it barely resembles a flying saucer, more like a flying saucer that ate all the pies, in addition to looking well-worn and grubby.  One expects invading aliens to observe a little cleanliness.

     ANYWAY Conrad definitely recalls this as being a cover illustration, perhaps for a Poul Anderson novel?  Art!


     Welllll I got it nowhere near right.  There's no connection between Vogt and Anderson in anything but being South Canadian.  Nice field of corn and flowers, mind.  Plus a rather sinister air over the whole thing, because which children would happily go gambolling towards a fat flying saucer?  Art!


     Blimey, flying saucers receding into the background deluxe, not to mention giant hovering phallic sentinels, one of which seems to be on the fritz and needs an electrical engineer pronto.  Looking a bit closer, the cityscape below and behind the angel looks pretty wiped out, perhaps resulting in a lowering of property values.  There's no Title Gap so unsure if this was for a publication or just Brucie having fun with paints and pigments.  Art!


     A search of Google revealed no publications.  So this is just Brucie having fun, which is a telling insight.  Art!


     There's a lot going on here, isn't there?  One has to wonder at the mindset of the three chaps headed towards a nuclear detonation, possibly they're the parents of those children approaching the floating fatty.  This is definitely a cover illustration, possibly Chris Priest?  Art!


      Hmmm, I am unsure how happy Ol' Brucie will be with this cover, as it uses the middle portion of the artwork to display the title.  Also, 50 brownie points to me for remembering the author - purely on the strength of the cover illustration, I've no idea what 'Indoctrinaire' is about <brief dig> hmmm sounds very Seventies and doomy and gloomy, not interested.  Art!


     Another great illo.  I know this one is a book cover because I've read the book: 'Out Of Their Minds' by Clifford Simak.  Note that Don Quixote and Sancho Panza appear to lower port, and that the 'wall' is really made up of teeth.  Art!


     I was so so right, you can't quibble about the 'D'.  There cannot be that many Clifford Simaks in the world.  Art!


 - and of course - obviously! - if it's a really good illo, others will nick it.  From the late lamented SFM.  Never heard of 'Peter Borski' or 'Robert Web' or whomever.

     Okay, enough art for an Intro.  Let the defamation deluge begin!


More Of Those 20 'Classics' You Need To Read Before You Expire

This one looks especially dull, so we're going to whiz through it at speed.  Art!


    This is a satirical look at French society through the eyes of a couple of fictional Persians - SOMEONE SLAP ME AWAKE! - I would suggest jazzing them up with a few daubs by Brucie.  Next!


      This novel was hot stuff in 1774 when first published.  Conrad is familiar with the author's name, being revered as one of the pillars of Teuton literature, but I've not read what is described as the perfect work about unrequited love - MORE SLAPPING NEEDED PEOPLE! - perhaps it could be jazzed up by being published by Mills and Boon?


Missing A Sensation

It has just occurred to me that there is a bit of an omission on the Youtube channel 'Flavour Trip'.  You're familiar with the bopping twosome, who play dance mixes whilst they cook.  Art!


     I didn't keep track of what they were cooking - yellow and liquid, based on beaten eggs?  - and don't intend to rewatch over 2 hours of them moving between deck and kitchen to find out.  

     ANYWAY AGAIN my point is that none of us watching have any idea what their cooking tastes like - the missing sensation of this item's title.  Good?  Bad?  Indifferent?  They may be pretending that it's wonderful when in reality when the cameras are off them it goes into the bin.  We can see them, we can hear them, but we have no taste and we must cream.  To coin a phrase.  

Harlan was not amused at Conrad

Ooooh I Am Going To Bookmark This One

I know, I know, I was supposed to be cutting down the number of Favourites and Bookmarks that are cluttering up my browser.  Sue me.  Art!


     For your information, that's Seventies-era Pink Floyd, and Nick Mason their drummer, second from starboard, wrote a memoir that might still be knocking around my Sekrit Layr.  I shall report back on this one, you bet.


SIT BACK DOWN!

I briefly mentioned Bookmarking this lecture whilst getting rid of other Bookmarks, for I am nothing if not capricious.  It's a rather long set of time-stamped comments on a lecture given by a Finnish ex-intelligence officer, and jolly interesting it is too.  Art!

How Russians think, and why they do what they do


     The lecture is from 2018, so is not up on contemporary events, but since it's looking back over 1,000 years, that isn't too impactful.  Well worth tracking down.

     I now have to work out how to shoehorn it into BOOJUM! because rest assured I'm going to.







*  Ignore that it's a photograph

Monday, 24 August 2026

Anomie At Waxahachie

Your Humble Scribe Is Making A Wild Guess At Pronunciation There

For your information, 'Anomie' is described as being a disintegration in societal norms and values, frequently accompanied by the Zombie Apocalypse. Which is what the Waxahachie School is going to allege - but I get ahead of myself.

     

Note the proliferation of sporting facilities

     Another MalCom (Malicious Compliance) case from 'rSlash'.  Unusually, Conrad has been able to find out a fair amount of background about this case, since it telegraphed details early on.  Thus the high school name, which was absent in the Reddit transcription.  Also, the narrator is down on Youtube as 'PTPESQ' when in real life they were Paul 'Pete' Palmer, and their case began in September 2007.  They described their high school as 'rural' and in the shot above they are indeed unencumbered by urban surroundings - which also helped track them down.

     Art!


     Hi, John Edwards!  You may not remember him from 2007, but he was one of the Democratic presidential candidates at the time, alongside Obama and (Hilary) Clinton.  His campaign was based on fighting poverty, economic inequality and advocating for blue-collar workers.

     ANYWAY from what I determined afterwards, PPP was at school wearing black jeans, a black jacket and a black t-shirt, which they were hauled up for by the Vice Principal, Brenda Johnson - a name plucked from the case files - since they looked rather too 'Goth'.  Art!


     Or, in rural redneck Texas crackerland, UNHOLY SATANIC VESTMENTS! or something similar (despite what rSlash says, the school did not have a dress code forbidding solid-colour t-shirts).

     PPP was offered a choice: go to Hades and boil in brimstone for eternity, or don a different t-shirt.

     His dad, who seems to have taken great delight in stirring the pot, is the one whom brought the John Edwards t-shirt from home, that his son changed into.  

     Cue another intervention from the VP, whom PPP describes as a 'toady'.  No, I cannot provide a picture of her; the events here took place nearly 20 years ago and she may well have been fired or decided to Spend More Time With Her Family.  Nor is the AI Art Generator any help, as it either provides variations on birds or frogs.  Art!


     Here begins the first attempt by the school to browbeat PPP into doffing the John Edwards tee.  He was threatened with being kicked off the football team, which might make attempts to get into college harder than they need be.  Since PPP was a chubby game-playing nerd, not a meathead jock, this had 0% effect.  Ooops.

     So!  The pressure continued, if misapplied and misunderstood.  The football coaches at the school - remember all those sporty facilities? - whined directly to PPP that they couldn't wear their 'Fellowship of Christian Athletes' tee-shirts.  Art!


     Since PPP manifested an air of shamelessness, this attempt also failed.  Oooops.

     Attempt Number Three took longer to arrange, since the school's teachers for that year were assembled and told PPP was 'a problem' who needed to be rigourously watched in case they managed a 'slip up'.  To Conrad this sounds HIGHLY illegal and was no doubt done verbally so as to avoid a paper trail.  Art!


      The VP got so desperate to defeat PPP that she canvassed all the students she could interrogate, asking for anything that could paint him in a bad light.  His activities as class clown came back to bite him on the glutes, and he got expelled - wrong word, it wasn't that as he was allowed back six weeks later.  He spent the time out of Wx at a Disciplinary Alternative Education Program, in a refurbished insane asylum (!).  

     PPP proved to be wilier than the VP ever expected, anticipating that Wx wanted him to kick off, so they could punish him further, so instead, 'motivated entirely by spite', he knuckled down and improved his GPA.  Art!


     Not only that, PPP got in applications for scholarships, making sure to lambast Wx whilst doing so.

     The rSlash tale doesn't have a vital bit of background info that I dug out myself: his father was an attorney.  So, resorting to law wasn't novel in their family.  Indeed, PPP and Dad sought out an attorney who would work pro bono, i.e. free, which must have been a professional courtesy within the business.  Wx on the other hand, needed to pay pay pay.  Art!

Hi
     Hiram Sasser.  He was looking for nominal damages of $1, and an injunction allowing PPP to keep on wearing his JE tee-shirt.  Art!

How it started

     The case went on for years, not finishing until all the appeals had been exhausted, by which time PPP was in university - on a scholarship - studying law.  He flatly states 'we eventually lost the case' which edits out years of legal process, all of which Wx had to pay for.  

Court records and public media coverage of the proceedings through the Fifth Circuit <span style="color:lib.utexas.edu/bitstreams/ddaf6887-92fd-4b43-9378-ac31310451b6/download] and the U.S. Supreme Court refusal to hear the appeal did not disclose specific figures for legal fees or settlement costs. [1, 2, 3]

I cannot find a cost for their case, but PPP mentions 'thousands', more probably tens of thousands, and they dropped the 'dress code' afterwards since they couldn't possibly afford to get sued again.

     Sweet!


Rejoice In The Wall Of Text Above

For Lo! I found a news headlines amongst my feeds, and couldn't resist getting a screenshot of it.  Art!


     You're looking at the man who's working through 4 books at present, and whom visited York Army Museum a couple of weeks ago, and who is on target for visiting RAF Duxbury in 4 weeks time.  On the other hand - Art!


     This sweaty, obese, sweaty, gurgling, sweaty biffer - did I mention 'sweaty' already? - has never visited a museum in his life and avoids books the way Supes avoids kryptonite, as he has to read with his finger pointed at each word in succession and mouthing their pronunciation.  He's 80 and looks 95.  Or - is that his IQ?


You Know Too Much About Flying Saucers

To steal a title from the late, great William Orbit - sadly recently deceased - and apply it to Bruce Pennington, in another illo from 'Sci-Fi Art's Youtube channel.  Art!


     Looks pretty barren out there.  Howcome UFO's never land on the town square of Elmsville or the football stadium during the half-time show?

     Another picture where there is a tell-tale 'Title Gap' at the top to allow the publisher to add in details without obscuring the artwork.  Annoyingly, there is no follow-up image with a book cover, title and author, so - off to dig.  Aha - Art!


     Now we now it's old Baz at work.  Note the four shadows of the folks waiting to greet the alien spaceman.  Or - is this a trick of perspective and what we're seeing is a four-man frisbee team chucking an insanely heavy and dangerous metal frisbee, meaning the catcher needs to wear armour?  Or am I overthinking this?


More Of Classics 

Skipping to the next entry in this slideshow, Art!

     I've heard of both the author and the play, but, frankly, it has no appeal.  Worthy But Dull is how I'd classify it.  Perhaps if there was a manga version with giant cyborgs and laser guns?  Not worthy at all but highly entertaining.

Serendipity But Not In A Good Way

One of the songs that has been popping up regularly in that incongruously lovely fluffy bunnies and white picket fences post-apocalypse series 'Paradise' is the old Starship hit 'We Built This City' from longer ago than I care to remember.  Actually 1985 when I did a bit of digging.  Ouch.  That smarts.  Art!


     What did my jaundiced eye espy on a Youtube advert?  A spoof of WBTC.  Art!



     What are they flogging?  Paper towels, which are quilted, so they have now perverted the lyrics to 'We quilt this city'.  Someone is going to rue the day when I take over.


Finally -

You can tell it's hot in Perfidious Albion, I've made a big batch of salad for consumption at lunch rather than the usual stew.

     I like to keep you informed.




Sunday, 23 August 2026

The Fame Of Flames And Portuguese Names

Lo! For Today We Are Going To Start With -

 - 'A Little Musical Critique'.  For those of you with nil memory, this is where BOOJUM! takes a ridiculously strict and strait view of song lyrics, being utterly literal wherever possible.  Since it amuses me, is why.  We have, of late, gone through three songs from 'The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway' including the liner notes, which hint that Peter Gabriel was off his box on 24-can packs of Special Brew whilst writing the lyrics.  Art!

127 empty cans just out of shot

     ANYWAY today we need to look up the origin of an avian name that features in a pop hit from the Sixties:  Flamingo.  The name is derived from the Portuguese 'Flamengo', ultimately derived from the Latin 'Flamma' meaning 'Flame'.  So now you know.  Art!


     NO!  We're talking about red flames here.  Where's that Tazer?

     ANYWAY Manfred Mann had a big hit in the Sixties with 'Pretty Flamingo', hitting the Number 1 spot here in This Sceptred Isle, which is pretty good going for a South African singing about Portuguese birds.  Rather to people's surprise, Manfred was the retiring keyboard player, not the lead singer.  Art!

Manny to port

     Let's begin the critique.

On our block all of the guys call her flamingo
'Block', hmmm?  Suspiciously South Canadian.  Which is where one finds flamingoes, so fair enough, although they should have CAPITALISED and used "quotes".
Cause her hair glows like the sun
Thus instantly melting any hats she wears
And her eyes can light the skies
Searchlights for eyes?  How does she cope in a darkened cinema?
"Usher!"

When she walks she moves so fine like a flamingo
I was not aware that flamingoes are noted for moving anything like 'fine'
Crimson dress that clings so tight
That seems more like it, more appealing than a flamingo strutting about

Calm yourself, men

She's out of reach and out of sight
How can you slobber over her scarlet dress if she's invisible?  HOW!
When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
It's those searchlight eyes, I'm telling you.  Plus the burning hat.

CAUTION! This woman sets off fire alarms

Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
The post-modern feminists are going to tackle you about 'agency' here
If she just would
Ah, NOW the agency!  

(Sounds of Tazer being applied)

Some sweet day I'll make her mine pretty flamingo
O my the male ego at work
Then every guy will envy me
What if she has a horrid personality and an evil mother?
Cause paradise is where I'll be
It's a well-scripted series with a new revelation in each episode, good soundtrack and it's not scared about getting rid of characters wh - O!  O, sorry.  My mistake.

Pretty miserable-looking for dwellers in Paradise.  Probably due to lack of flamingoes

Pretty flamingo
Pretty flamingo
Is she pretty?  Making a rough guess here as this is your third mention
When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
Quick!  Tell her to stand still and do without streetlamps
Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
Absolutely, no need for interior lighting, it would cut energy bills significantly

If she just would
Some sweet day I'll make her mine pretty flamingo
Then every guy will envy me
Cause paradise is where I'll be
Sha la la la la la la pretty flamingo
Okay, I know it's rude to count but that's five times now.
Some day I'll make her mine
The day is no longer sweet.  I called it, she's a horrible person with a shrewish mother and brutish dad, and a gold-digger to boot

Erm - just who is wearing the crimson dress here?

Yes, I will
Yes, I will
You, sir, are a glutton for punishment
Sha la la la la la la
Yes, off to La-La Land for you.  Begone!

     There is, of course - obviously! - another Flamingo that we have been hearing of since late 2025, and it's nothing to do with pop songs, although there is a certain element of bang about it.  Art!


     A touching shade of feminine pink, I'm sure you'll agree.  We are told not to ask a lady's weight but in this case it's 6,000 kilograms, and she certainly lights up the neighbourhood, especially when making an appearance at night.  Thanks to updates to onboard guidance, Flamingo is less prone to 'could' arrive and a whole lot more likely to 'would' arrive.  She has being going down a bomb in Mordorvia.

     Okay, after breaking the Good Taste Barrier, we shall now move on.


More Of Those Books Redolent Of 'Greybeard'

This is one I have also read, and remember it being a bit of a variation on the Global Nuclear Apocalypse.  Art!


     It's set on a trimaran that sets sail to avoid the nuclear immolation of South Canada, which I remember from a good forty years ago, yay my memory.  This was back in the days when the Sinister Union was perceived as a global threat, rather than a clay-footed colossus operating on borrowed time.  I can remember the travails of the crew along their adventure, yet not how it ends, booh memory you sucker.  From the blurbs on Goodreads I don't think it was very hopeful.  O well.


One I May Have Read Earlier

Still on the theme of literature, here is another entry in the list of '20 Essential classics that continue to inspire readers'.  Art!


     Shakespeare inspires only loathing in Conrad.  If academics ever dug up his shopping list they would rain praise about it's themes and metre and imagery, the pikers.  I've seen an old Sinister film of it and SPOILER ALERT both of them die at the end.  There you go, saved you an hour or so of your life that you would never have gotten back.  Art!


     On the other hand, as mentioned a couple of days ago, here's one I haven't yet read but intend to, a work that has been described as the first modern novel.  Were I to introduce it as 'The delusional Don' you might misinterpret exactly whom I was talking about, especially since the Don attempts to tackle windmills.  You know, mills using wind-power.


Back To Brucie

 - and his portfolio from the 'Sci-Fi Art' Youtube channel.  His style is very distinctive, definitely set apart from the Chris Foss/Angus Mackie school of hyper-detailed technical art.  Art!

Pennington on the plains

     This one's very evocative, with a ruined, neglected highway leading to stark, forbidding and barren hills in the background, lorded over by a Fifties-style flying saucer.  Note the large 'Title Gap' at top, which is kind of wasted as there is no follow-up showing the book in question.  Permit me to dig a little - 


     There you go, 'New Maps Of Hell' by Kingsley Amis.  No, it's nothing to do with either cartography or Hades, rather it's a quite famous look at the sci-fi genre from a Proper Author.  Instead of focussing on ray-guns or rockets, Amis looked at how (good) sci-fi satirises or critiques society by creating believable future dystopias.  Such as Norilsk.


We've Covered This Already

BUT I need a short article to hit the Word Count, so I shall continue.  Art!

     As the US president insults a journalist again, the BBC looks at the questions he does not like to answer.

     Hard questions, questions that refer back to his own negative actions, and above all, questions from women.  The Delusional Don - hmmmm sounds vaguely familiar - will resort to insults, instead of answering the question, and because the South Canadian journos are all sheep, nobody tells him to answer the question or asks it again.  Art!


    

Finally -

Finishing off with a Biercism again  -

"Imagination, n: A warehouse of facts, with a liar and poet in joint ownership."

     Ooo-err Matron, Conrad is in trouble!