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Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Arga Warga!

From the play "Riddley Walker"
     If you wanted to know.  Just a phrase that stuck in my head a looong time ago, and it still pops up as an expression of surprise.  Why surprised?  because it isn't 6 p.m. as my watch informed me - the solar-powered simpleton. 

21 Visitors Yesterday
     Thank you for dropping by to read the muted rantings of Conrad!
     Not sure how the rest of the week will go, since I'm off to the work's Christmas meal on Friday and won't be returning home in between finishing the shift and shifting the eats.  Thursday is Pub Quiz night, of course, and the ganterpies at work will expect cake if not cakes plural, so that's probably Wednesday already plotted out.
     With all this, my plans for world domination are kind of on the back-burner at present.  Don't worry, I'll get round to being an abominable dictator sooner or later, although you, dear reader, will be spared the unspeakable torments to come.  Tell your friends - reading BOOJUM! prevents invidious punishment by diktat*!
A longer moustache, but less gifted upstairs.  Dictator!  You're letting the side down!
A New Decoration
     Not a Christmas one, no.  This is a room-enhancing one.  Allow me to impress you:



Dubbed the "Doctor Who" light by Wonder Wife, it reminds me more of - oooh, what was it?
There we are!
 From that relatively unknown cult 60's series**.


- And In The Tradition Of WIlliam Shatner -
     NNNOOOOO!!! 
     Why the raving and drooling***?  Read on, courtesy of Auntie Beeb:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-25197786

One of Conrad's guilty secrets/pleasures is watching those television shows that feature clips of police cameras and desperate, demented or drugged drivers.  To think that all might be replaced by a black box and a slowly freewheeling stolen car.  Damn it, the best clips are those where the villains drive over a spike strip and shred their tyres and still try to keep going!  Why, don't they realise <post trails off into muttered cursing and mumbling>
Exactly what I meant!  Chortle.

Lastly, Here Is Your Entertainer, Tidied
     Our new offices have a hand-drier in the toilets that seems to be a dismounted Tornado jet engine.  You can watch and wonder as the blast of air shapes the skin on your hands, and since there are mirrors off to the side, you can also watch as your hair is violently tossed about, at which point Conrad decided that a bit of thatch trimming was in order.
     Here he is, clad in full human disguise.
Conrad.  Making grey a fashion statement.

* Yes, a shallow and blatant attempt to garner more traffic.
** "The Corbomite Maneuver" if you must know!
*** Yes, a prototype Pink Floyd song title.


    




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