Grrr. 30 minutes I'll not get back.

Traffic
     No, not the group, the phenomenon.  Whilst Traffic may have jammed, today Conrad laboured homewards in a jam, adding an extra half hour to his commute.  Thankfully he had music to prevent an outbreak of carnage on the carriageway (his mobile murder machine does, after all, have a concealed 7.62 GPMG and a 40mm grenade launcher).

Look at it.  Bilious.  Baleful.  And about to eject anti-tank mines right at you.

After that glumness, have a picture of sheer happy:

Look at them.  Almost ready for the pot, heh heh!

 - I mean, almost ready for a pat!  Damn.  Conrad not good at happy, it seems.  How about a hamster?

Huge, ferocious and carnivorous - but it's still a hamster!

Okay, enough of trying to be dead happy.



Not that kind of dead Happy ...

I'm sorry, we seem to have gotten a bit sidetracked here.  Just let me take my medicine -

Ah, yes, traffic.  Awful stuff.  Avoid if at all possible!

Quieter and Safer
     Any regular readers will know of Conrad's simultaneously childlike and deeply disturbing love of things that go bang, prefereably BANG and if at all possible BANG.  How ironic it is that he noticed a BBC news story about thorium and it's possible use as a nuclear fuel.
Herein the link:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-24638816

A thorium-fuelled future with no loud explosions?  Incredible*!

Time, Like An Ever Rolling Stream**
     Every second ached past whilst sitting in that traffic jam.  Now, however, I sit down to script BOOJUM! and suddenly I'm in mid-river and it's a rip-tide and in forty minutes I'll have to get up and go to work.

* There is always Bonfire Night
** Yes, it is a poem - but I'm not telling you which one!  (snigger)

Got to go, that screenplay of "The Kraken Wakes" won't write itself.