'Tis Better To Travel Hopefully -

Unless You Deal With Logistics Professionally

In which case you need a bit more backing than crossed fingers.  Yes, we are into Part Two of the sorry saga about the complex dashboard we dubbed 'Colossus', the sole surviving expert in it's use, CLEAR, his valiant assistant VAC and the villain of the piece, Bottomhole Boss.  Which situation might well be described as a CLEAR And Present Anger.  Art!

     Last we were here, CLEAR had been reduced in rank from Operations Coordinator to a humble Dispatcher, since BB had convinced themselves and their, in turn Bottomhole Boss, that undoing all of CLEAR and VAC's business solutions would reduce costs.  Ignoring the fact that abandoning these measures would critically impact the business.

     A dispatcher, I should clarify, would take calls from the Colossus system board and route them to the various field service technicians, acting as a kind of comms middleman.  Who had been running the Colossus system board as an Operations Coordinator?  None other than CLEAR.  So he had been removed from a job that only he understood and worked - Bus Factor One.  Art!

     Which now became Bus Factor Zero.  

     The next day CLEAR sat at his new Dispatcher desk and logged onto the dispatcher terminal system, and waited.  And waited.  And waited.

     Four hours later - which is an indictment in itself - BB approached and asked why CLEAR hadn't done any dispatching, since there were over 30 service requests sitting in the queue.  That many and BB only just noticed?  Where had they been for the past four hours whilst that queue was building up?  

     ANYWAY, probably whilst smiling sweetly, CLEAR explained that there weren't any entries in his dispatch system.  Nada.  Nil.  Zero.  Art!

     When told to add them, probably smiling sweeter still, he informed BB that doing so was the Operations Coordinator's job, not a Dispatcher's.  Ooops.  Then, perhaps smiling with more saccharin than is healthy for a diabetic to be even typing about, CLEAR remarked that, given the disciplinary response he'd gotten the last time he'd done unauthorised things, he certainly wasn't going to do it again.

     BB deflated like a punctured balloon.  It began to slowly dawn on him that he'd shot himself in both feet and then inserted them into his mouth, because Bus Factor Zero.  VAC had never been trained on Colossus, despite repeated requests from CLEAR on this very subject.

     BB went and had an agitated argument with his BB, and then the HR minion was called in.  Then they all trooped out and BB's BB ordered CLEAR to train someone on Colossus.

     CLEAR refused.  Such training wasn't part of a Dispatcher's role and would need at least a month of training if the assignee was good on IT.  Ooops.  Art!

CLEAR pondering on life

     Next day they tried to make CLEAR take his old position back, which he defiantly refused, quoting back at them the harsh criticisms they had made before demoting him.  Next day, another meeting, this time including a lawyer, where BB''s BB stated CLEAR either needed to accept the promotion or provide documentation about Colossus.

     CLEAR continued to refuse the promotion and re-iterated that there was NO documentation, there never had been and he'd been telling them that for two years.  Art!

      Chaos ensued.  With no computer system operating everything had to be done manually, using e-mails and phones, meaning dealing with a single service call took four times longer.  Resolution times began to climb to a week or longer, and the first client complaints within a week, with the first cancellations a week later.  

     Colossal Corp took CLEAR to court, despite him being legally advised that they couldn't force him to accept the 'promotion' or compel him to provide documentation that didn't exist.  Their allegation was that he was 'In possession of critical proprietary information, and refusing to share it, causing serious financial harm to the business'.  Hmmm I bet Bottomhole Boss was sweating nervously at his business success in canning CLEAR and achieving Bus Factor Zero.  Art!

     The judge ruled in CLEAR's favour, stating that Colossal Corp had no right to the information he held in his head.

     BB and his BB got increasingly petty, demoting CLEAR to Logistics Assistant, probably hoping that he'd quit.  He didn't.  He looked upon the chaos that unfolded, as resolution times hit a fortnight.  By the second month after his demotion the division had lost 30% of it's clients and BB was aging a year per day.  He tried to reverse engineer Colossus with IT experts, which failed thanks to nil documentation or source code.  Then he tried to use an off-the-shelf dispatch dashboard, which failed to migrate data.  Art!

CLEARly happy

     For CLEAR the ending was much happier.  He got a similar job with a competitor, a 10% pay increase and three weeks vacation for his honeymoon.

     For that division of Colossal Corps, things went downhill, as reported back by VAC.  They bought in a completely new dispatch system that cost massively, took six months to install (!) and by the time it was ready, nearly all their clients had ended their contracts.  A year after CLEAR left, that division was merged with another and 30% of the staff were laid off, hopefully including Bottomhole Boss.

     FYI, VAC was retained and is retiring soon.  I love a happy ending.

The Tracking Algorithm Is Going Potty Again

Conrad suspects that Blogger is exaggerating my traffic stats by a fair amount, and I can prove it.  Art!

  14,300 visitors?  That's a months-worth of visitors in one day.  Art!

     Well, there are at least 19 citizens of Mordorvia with taste and discernment.  Don't forget, reading BOOJUM! in Ruffia is asking to be sent to the gulags and Conrad can never set foot there.

It's Not All Doom And Gloom In Mordorvia

The Ruffian newspaper 'Kommersant', which regularly features in Steve Rosenberg's Youtube analyses, is happy to report that one branch of Ruffian business is booming, to wit: the funeral industry.  Art!

There are cheap cardboard coffins for the povs

     In Q1 of 2026, over 500 new funeral businesses opened, a 38% increase year-on-year over 2025.  One suspects that, perhaps, maybe, possibly, the SMO is involved peripherally ...

Some Of You Are Guilty

You know whom you are, go stand in the corner and look properly ashamed.

     What am I wittering on about?  O I thought you'd never ask!  Art!

     Another scoring 0% on 'Rotten Tomatoes', a howlingly unfunny comedy featuring - you may be ahead of me here - super babies.  Conrad is steering well clear of this farrago, believe you me.  Why does this film exist?  I can tell you in one word: money.  Art!

     All this on a budget of $12 million, meaning at least $12 million profit, so some of you out there went to see this farrago at the cinema.  That kind of profit guarantees that a sequel will be made, hence 'Superbabies 2' four years later.  

     You can take the pitcher to the well too often.  Art!

     Ha!  A quarter of what the original made, on a budget of $20 million, as sequels always cost more than the original.  

     It's now 22 years since the sequel came out and our cinema screens have been mercifully free from baby geniuses.  Phew!

Another Demolition Gone Wrong.  Very Wrong

This one takes place at Liuchou in The Populous Dictatorship, where a 22-storey residential tower complex was due to be demolished.  Art!

Courtesy 'Be Amazed'

     As you should surely be aware by now, the plan, especially in a residential district like this, is to have the building collapse into it's own footprint.  Art!

     One second into the explosion and it already looks skewed.  Not promising.  Art!

     Here the buildings have taken on a drunken stagger that resembles a fall into footprint in the same way a bowling ball resembles a feather mattress.  Art!

      I call that a total failure.  The only thing that could make it worse is if the upstanding section fell over too.

Finally  -

Walk us  out, Ambrose!

"Abet,n: To encourage in crime, as to aid poverty with pennies."

A Torrid Tale Of Transport Trauma

Including Manglement, Bus Factors And The Bitter Taste Of Regret

This one is from 'Ripe's Youtube channel and concerns A Major South Canadian Corporation, whom the narrator wisely leaves vague, as South Canadian companies are litigious.  He described it as being involved in commercial and industrial processes, with different divisions across the country.  We shall call it Colossal Corp, because I can.  Art!

     Allow me to introduce our narrator, Competent Logistics Expert And Relater, hereafter CLEAR, who related how bad matters were in the division, which did servicing and repairing of their equipment used by clients.  The picture is not pretty.    For a start, there were only two Operations Coordinators in the whole division, CLEAR and VAlued Colleague, hereafter VAC, which is a dangerously low Bus Factor total.  Art!

     When they both started things were bad, with a capital BAD.  The standard turn-around time for a repair was 8 days, which was sending clients around the bend and leading to extensive cancellations thanks to the aforementioned bend-navigating situation.  Our dynamic duo sat down and plotted and planned.  They sorted out priorities, meaning calls were not merely being taken in the order they came in; repair technicians were assigned jobs close to each other, instead of all over the state; parts were shipped out to those techs overnight, or the client's premises, so they had what they needed for the next day's work.

CLEAR and VAC were the organisational heart of the division, responsible for dispatching, scheduling and parts co-ordination.  The dashboard they used for D&S was a custom-created complex piece of software, made by the division's software developer years before.  To explicate somewhat, it used a series of alphanumeric codes to run D&S, factoring in geographic location, the service level issue involved, parts availability and tech skills required, and there were many hundreds of variants.  Art!

     It took CLEAR a month's training to acquire the skills to use this platform, which I will now dub Colossus.  He filled a notebook with - you may be ahead of me here - notes.

    Here is a fact that comes into play later on.  There was no documentation.  No guide or process diagrams or charts of anything, the dev had kept it all in his head, which is another Bus Factor problem management SHOULD have seen coming.  But no.  Eighteen months later, the dev keels over and dies young, leaving CLEAR the only living person who understood Colossus.  Ooops.  Art!

     
     No, VAC knew to do no more than the most basic of tasks, he hadn't been trained on Colossus, and the six times CLEAR asked for another person to be trained, he got turned down, either because it wasn't in the budget or 'Later'.  A later that never came.

     Then disaster struck in the arrival of a new manager for the dynamic duo, as the previous experienced manager had been poached by another division, a sad testament to capability.  We shall call the new manager Bottomhole Boss as is our proud tradition.  He had absolutely no idea what either CLEAR or VAC did, no background in operations, dispatching, service management or the technical details of what equipment was being serviced.  He was a truly glorious example of Golf Buddy Appointment Strategy, since being three under par befits you for any management position.  Or, in this case, any manglement position.  Art!

     There is a saying I have just invented about this, being 'A new broom sweeps stupid', because when manglement like BB are appointed, they immediately start to change things.  To show their majesty and power and how important they are, shizzle like that.  

     Here an aside.  In the Comments on this story, one person added in the best speech he'd had from an incoming manager: "I am not going to do anything for a month.  After that, we'll expand the good and fix the bad."

     Ah, I can see CLEAR shaking his head.  BB wanted to end the overnight parts shipment, because it was expensive.  He wanted to reduce the number of routes the techs used, because that was expensive.  He believed the logistics budget was too high and needed reducing, not caring that service volumes had increased a lot and generated a lot more profit than expense.  Art!

     CLEAR e-mailed BB's boss with a detailed rebuttal of all the reasons why BB's ideas were highly counter-productive and would lead to loss of clients, to utter silence and inactivity.  Looks like BB's boss is also a BB.

     THEN BB convened a meeting between himself, his boss, an HR rep and CLEAR, whom was told he was being demoted from Operations Coordinator to Dispatcher, due to 'creating a hostile work environment, inability to work with management and refusing to action directed orders.'  No cut in salary, mind.

     'Okay,' CLEAR responded, meekly, rather surprising the others.  He knew they had just lit the fuse on a bomb that would go off sooner rather than later, and with devastating effect.

     Right!  I'm going to call time on this tale as there's a whole lot more to regale you with, which will have to wait until tomorrow.  I bet you can hardly wait.

A Bit Of Leavitty

Karoline Leavitt, that is, the official White House Press Secretary, whom is the public mouthpiece for the Trump administration, and who must go home and weep at the thankless job she does trying to big-up King Piggy.  Art!

The cross is to ward off Stephen Miller

     The hardest part of her job is trying to square what Donnie Dorko has been braying about with individual news organisations and the official White House stance.  DJ Tango just rings up newspapers and journals and says the first thing that comes into his head, and it's different each call.  So far in April he's rung nine different news organisations and given nine different answers to 'When will the war end?' including 'Six weeks', 'Four or five weeks', 'Two or three days' and my personal favourite, 'When Johnny comes marching home'.

     Not sure about that last one.  Let's have a photo of Pumpkinhead looking awful.  Art!

Alive or dead?  Only you can tell!

     One cannot help but feel bad for Melania.

Number 7 In 'Rotten Tomatoes' Top 10 Worst Films

Another one that I haven't seen, nor heard of either.  'National Lampoon's Gold Diggers' of 2003.  Art!

     Two losers plan to marry rich old women and live on their inheritance once they die.  As a plot it sounds rather thin.  The film is supposed to be a comedy - the 'National Lampoon' might have hinted at that - but is horribly unfunny.  I did a bit of digging and it made $830,000 globally, with no details about the budget, but I guarantee it was more than the box office take.  Which is why you've never had to endure 'Gold Diggers 2'.

DO YOU WANT SKYNET?  BECAUSE THIS IS HOW YOU GET SKYNET!

During the Special Idiotic Operation in Ukraine, it is becoming ever-more deadly to move about in daylight hours within 10 kilometres of the front lines, thanks to the ever-present FPV drones, and we're talking about both sides here.  

     The Ukrainians, ever mindful of the need to preserve lives, in stark contrast to Mordorvia's utter indifference, have now set themselves a target for producing UGVs, 'Unmanned Ground Vehicles'.  By the end of June this year they intend to have 26,000 UGVs doing one hundred per cent of front line deliveries.  Art!

     They aren't going to be autonomous - not yet! - and require an operator to remotely drive them to deliver food, water, ammunition, medical kit, spare parts, etcetera.  By the second half of 2026 we may see them equipped with AI and no human supervision, hence that item title.

Finally -

From my QI Banter Book.

"A man's face is his autobiography.  A woman's is her work of fiction."  Oscar Wilde.  O Oscar you wag!

There Is A Rather Vulgar Saying

Which I Will Censor Before Repeating

Since we cherish our SFW status here.  It is <ahem> 'Eff Around And Find Out', usually abbreviated to 'FAFO', and boy O Dog Buns boy is that borne out now.  Art!

     This is the original 'Statue Of Peace' in Seoul, South Korea.  What does it commemorate?  O I thought you'd never ask!  The answer is pretty grim.  You see, when Korea was under Japanese occupation in the Second Unpleasantness, many Korean women were forced into prostitution in brothels that served the Nippon army, known as 'Comfort Women'.  The Japanese have never properly admitted what was done or apologised for it, and it is STILL a very, very contentious topic in South Korea.  To rub a little sodium chloride in the wound, the Sorks constructed this memorial opposite the Japanese embassy.

     To disrespect this memorial is about one of the worst things you can do in Sorkland.  Imagine if a drunken Korean tourist clambered atop the Lincoln Monument to relieve their bladder and bowels upon it; that level of awfulness.  Art!

 

     This smirking bafune is 'Johnny Somali', which is not the name his parents bestowed upon him, and yes, he's smooching with a memorial to sex-trafficked victims.  Let that sink in.

     So! let us backtrack a little and establish this crasswipe's more recent history.  He is one of a breed of <shudders> 'influencers' who act out in foreign countries and post the outraged reaction for clicks.  He had previously gotten away with being the Ugly American in Japan in 2023, where he'd been racist to people on the subway, threw things around in shops and shouted at strangers.  Art!

'Johnny Somali theatre venue'

     He was arrested and deported, and probably thought that a pretty reasonable sacrifice for his click ratio.  Art!

     

     Then he travelled to Israel, which Conrad rather thinks is not one of those countries where you can abuse local officials and get away with it.  True to form, he posted rather horrid notes at the Wailing Wall, then tried to cop off with a female police officer - ha! do you see what I d - O you do - and was briefly arrested before getting kicked out of the country.  

     Possibly emboldened by this relative leniency and soaring traffic figures, he then tried the Riotous Influencer schtick in Sorkland.  This is where the Eff Around meets the Find Out.  Art!

     His hilarious japes included broadcasting Nork propaganda on the Seoul subway system (which is probably illegal never mind immoral), carrying a bag of rotting fish on public transport, fighting with shop staff and - the very acme - molesting the 'Statue Of Peace' symbol.

     He got a reaction, possibly not what he expected.  The Sorks are an equable folk, and you have to work hard at getting them angry, but once you do - O my! are you in for an experience, as Johnny found out.  Art!

Dalgeun Yu'll regret that Johnny

     This is a Sork SEAL soldier, Dalgeun Yu, possibly one of the last people on the planet that you want to offend IN THEIR OWN COUNTRY, who tracked Somali down and punched him unconscious.  Only one punch, Somali is a lightweight.  He got fined $7,000 and crowdfunding helped him pay it off.

     Somali was tracked down by the authorities, his passport was seized and he was forbidden to leave the country.  Then he was formally charged, which he didn't seem to take seriously.  Art!

     Turning up an hour late at the courthouse, hungover and wearing a MAGA hat does not display contrition, especially not as he slurringly referred to Sorkland as 'A South Canadian vassal', which - you really ought not to be insulting the people sitting in judgement upon you, Somali.  Eff Around and Find Out, writ large.

     He was found Not Guilty.

     No, only joking, he was found Very Very Guilty Indeed!

     The sentence is that he is to serve at least 6 months in a Sork hard labour prison, and there are recent comments on Youtube that the length of his sentence might be extended to 12 months, which will only become apparent over the next week.  Art!

     This is the lightweight option, the other is construction and I can't see the frail Somali working 8 hours on a construction site, surrounded by Sorks who detest him.  

     The other thing is that, post-sentence, Somali is going to be registered as a sex offender in South Canada, deported back to South Canada and permanently banned from Sorkland.  Febrile Assbottom Feels Ostracised*?

     

Doris Lessing, Do I Have Your Blessing?

Excuse me for being all intellectual and shizzle, I am referring to her novel 'Briefing For A Descent Into Hell' which I read forty years ago and couldn't make sense of.  It's either about an actual descent into Hades or the ravings of a madman.  Possibly both at the same time.

     ANYWAY what we have today is a literal descent into the Nether Regions.  Art!

     Not AI or Photoshop, this is the Ruffian port of Tuapse, one of their oil export hubs, which has been absolutely malleted by the Ukrainians over the past 4 days, to the extent that there is very little of the terminal still extant.  It is not only still burning, the nature of what is burning is up for questioning.  Art!

     That's 'Tuapse' in Cyrillic, and in the background you can see immense quantities of BROWN smoke, whereas the usual palette for a 'Bavovna' is black.  Conrad suspects this burn is nitrogen-based and that the air is going to weeping acid for weeks to come.  The general atmosphere in Tuapse is coloured by hydrocarbon deposits, as per firefighters.  Art!

     This is what the outside of their boots and gloves looks like.  One can only wonder about the state of their lungs, as this is Ruffia and for lung protection they have - Art!

What Can Possibly Go Wrong?

You had to ask.  When it comes to building demolition, a whole lot can go wrong, as we have surely proven already.  Art!

     Here you have an industrial chimney being prepared for slaughter.  It's not conclusive but I think I can see preparatory demolition work at the base of the stack, getting ready to tilt it in one particular direction.  Art!

     "It's going in the wrong direction" is heard over the walkie-talkie system, and indeed it is.  If there was a Wrong, this would be a Right.  Art!

 

     An ooops moment.  Not only did Mister Chimney not fall where he was supposed to, where he fell impacted power lines, bringing along the wonderful possibilities of electrocution as well.  Art!

     From another angle.  Only (!) 4,000 people were affected by power line outages when the chimney came down in the wrong direction.  Shocking.'crac

     The people responsible claimed that a 'hidden crack' caused the failure, leading to Conrad making claims about 'crack pipes'.   I'll get my coat.

NOW You Provide The Evidence!

A couple of days ago Your Humble Scribe posted truth about how the loathsome Orcban regime in Hungary had banned the opposition figure Peter Magyar from being allowed onto national television for two years.  Typically, when I need an example, teh Interwebz recede into the background.  Well, I found a relevant thumbnail earlier.

     Until today.  Art!

          

     Someone  is going to be looking for a new job! and without references from their previous employer.  One can only wonder at the unravelling that is to take place in Hungary o'er the next few years.

Finally - 

Going out another of an Ambrose G. W. Biercism cycnicism:

"Doctor, n: A gentleman who thrives upon disease and dies of health."

     I cannot get the spellchecker to work on cynicism, okay I have just done, altogether vibes of the kids finishing off Logan on the hillside - ah what the heck a good farewell to  'eeall.

*  His Tweets are now being classed by himself as a 'Political Prisoner'.  FAFO, Johnny, FAFO.

We Are Living In The Future Part Umpteen

I Keep Saying This Because It's True

Yes, we are going to be harping on about drones again in this Intro, and other varieties of sentient ordnance, because there is a truism we have examined here on the blog: warfare drives technological development.  Take the development of the cavity magnetron during the Second Unpleasantness, a technological quantum leap of crucial importance.  Art!

     Sorry but a cavity magnetron is dullsville exemplified to look at.  You don't believe me?  Challenge accepted!  Art?

     ANYWAY if we can continue?  We can?  So kind!  <mutters darkly and looks longingly at the Remote Nuclear Tormentor>.

     So!  You ought to remember the recent Intro we did about the British initiative to create sound-ranging equipment during the First Unpleasantness, which enabled them to locate Teuton artillery with uncanny accuracy, to within 25 PROUD IMPERIAL yards.   Well, who else of late is trying to locate hostile enemy ordnance trespassing upon it's territory?  None other than Ukraine.  Art!

     A Ruffian 'Geran' drone, which is a story of technological development in itself.  The original version, imported from Iran, had a lawnmower engine and retailed at about $20,000.  These latest ones sporting a jet turbine, armour-plating, electronic counter-measures and Starlink - up until recently - come in at more like $100.000 per unit.  

     ANYWAY one of the methods of dealing with these drones is with 'Mobile Fire Groups', a posh way of saying a bunch of blokes and babusyas in a 4x4 mounting a heavy machine gun, paired with another mounting a searchlight for night-time operations.  The problem is with predicting where the Gerans are going to be flying, as the orcs deliberately have them fly all over the place before deciding on a target.  Art!

     Cool camo scheme.  Serhei here is taking on a drone with a pair of Maxim machine guns that are at least 70 years old, and he SHOOTS IT DOWN! <ahem>.

     Where were we?  O yes.  Well, according to one Ukrainian - I used to use the slang 'Uke' a couple of years ago but abandoned it as it sounds less then complimentary - has stated that they are now using nets of microphones positioned across tens or hundreds of kilometres of terrain, which pick up the sonic profile of Geran drones as they enter Ukrainian territory, allowing an extremely accurate prediction path to be plotted*.  This permits Serhei and his twin antiques to be deployed 25 miles - sorry couldn't resist sticking a PROUD IMPERIAL measure in there - ahead of the drones.  Art!

     Something to <ahem>brag about.  Conrad wonders if the plotters and planners in Kyiv were aware of Sir L?

     ANYWAY we continue with the ground component of 'drones', which are more correctly dubbed 'Unmanned Ground Vehicles' and we can only shudder in horror when some feminist sues for gender bias and we end up with 'Unpersoned Ground Horizontally-Mobile Technological Devices'.  Unsure if 'Unpersoned' should have one 'n' or two.  

     What am I wittering on about?  O I thought you'd never ask!  Art?

     This is one of the necessary steps to be undertaken when attempting to sow an Ukrainian field.  An UGV converted from a tractor has to flail the field first, in a scene familiar to all Second Unpleasantness buffs who are up on the Sherman Crab.  Note that there is nobody in the cab, far too dangerous!  Art!

     There are already de-mining vehicles that we have featured here on BOOJUM! except they probably cost a quantum leap above a re-purposed tractor and would take 6 months to deliver.  

     The counter to the above is that UGVs could very well sow the seeds or plant the roots of whatever crop is being dealt with, because we already have drones capable of harvesting crops.  One suspects that it would only require a bit more horsepower to do the first step.  Watch this space in the next 3 months!

     Art!

     This is the Ruffian refinery at Tuapse, which is emitting sufficient smoke to be seen from orbit, after the Uke - Ukrainians gave it an absolute pasting with drones.  There's a twist here - Art!

     This is from a Tweet posted by -

     Here we see the full fuel tanks depicted in green, those with less than complete content as amber, and the empty as red.  Conrad presumes that, prior to this, the tanks were assessed thanks to satellite imagery or Atesh partisan info, which might be out of date or completely incorrect.  This is not going to go down well in Mordorvia.

     I have more to come on this, which I bet you can hardly wait for.

You What? Part Umpteen

The Youtube algorithm seems to delight in hurling recommendations at me to do with oscilloscopes, for reasons which remain obscure to me.  I don't think liking Hawkwind means you want to buy into their 1971 iteration where they were us

     ANYWAY we have another bizarre entry here.  Art!

     Ah yes.  'Edgecore'.  

     Wait, what?  I am used to '-core' being used to describe a music genre.  Whom or what is this, and why is the internet trying to pimp it on my Youtube channel?  No way am I going to click on that link.  There are not even puny humans to give it scale.

A Premonition Of Demolition

Together, dear audience and gentle readers, we know enough to realise that a demolition set up to be undercut is frequently liable to 'walk' in a different direction, thanks to the edges of the undercut section collapsing in an unwanted and unexpectedly rapid style.  Art!

     Pay attention to the excavator and ground observer at Ground Zero, whom are watching the demolition take place, and are DANGEROUSLY CLOSE to the collapse zone.  They seem totally convinced that this gigantic chimney is going to fall in the direction they want it to, rather than the direction it wants to.  Art!

     The collapse begins, and the puny humans start to bug out as it's obvious the collapse isn't where it ought to be.  Art!

     You can probably see where this is going.  At 90º from the original this is not going to end happily.  Art!

     Very Freudian and expensive.  

     I apologise for not having any more details about this event <hangs head in shame>.

South Canadian Epicurean Acme

As you should surely know by now, Conrad has been following the Romanian wag 'Daractenus' on Twitter, whom has been posting an hilarious satirical review of South Canadian foodstuffs that are forbidden in the EU, thanks to things like food standards, safety and not wanting to ingest paint components.  Art!

     It seems that Skittles had to amend their recipe in order to be allowed to vend it in Europe, because titanium  dioxide is not a condiment you want or need on a daily basis.  Your Humble Scribe remembers reading the Ingredients list on a bag of Skittles he has bought, and the one ingredient that lingers is 'Carnauba Wax'.  The effing things do taste delicious, though.  Even if they do coat your teeth.

About Those Worst Films Ever

This is rather different as it focusses on recent Film Flops, rather than the ones we here at BOOJUM! have being looking at over the past 80 years.  These ones are a whole lot more contemporary, which is really a step forward, honest.  Art!

     One of the things against is that I've never heard of it, either as good, bad or indifferent.  The plot seems to be a riff on 'The Purge', where a broadcast signal is about to make crime impossible to commit, so a band of anarchic rebels plot to carry out a crime while it's still a manageable feat.  An intriguing premise ruined by bad delivery, 'twould seem.

Finally -

Ambrose, see us out!

"Fashion, n: A despot whom the wise ridicule and obey."

*  See the story of