Whoops!

How Cruel Am I?
     Forgetful, not cruel.  That film quote from Saturday - "Monsters, John!  Monsters from the Id!" - was of course from "Forbidden Planet", the last dying words of Doc Ostrov.
     Top film, you ought to see it if you haven't already.  No CGI, of course, since it comes from the 1950's.

Fibbing poster!  At no point does a swooning Anne Francis allow Robbie to man - er, robothandle her.

 Espresso Ahoy!
     The Palace of BOOJUM! has just acquired one of these (for mere pennies):

Not quite as pristine.  Quite manky, actually.  To be honest,  a bit minging.

Conrad, being an inquisitive fellow, has found out how to operate one, and shortly after this blog is going to go down and clean it up.  There's a pack of ground coffee in the Non-Poisonous Supplies cupboard, so I am going to stoke up on caffeine.

Sorry!
     Homeland Security, the Atomic Energy Authority, the Ministry of Defence and the Secretary of State for Energy have all been yarking on at me, so - no plans for a nuclear reactor using only items found in the kitchen.  Maybe a few from the garage, too.

A pressure-cooker, some uranium - and we're off!

So - Tanks?
     The least I can do after no nuclear reactor.

A watchtower tank.  Obviously!

 - and to finish:

One of these men is a cannibal

Tomorrow:  Audubon's Book of North American Zombie Birds