BOOJUM! Bounces Back!

What Do You Mean, "Was I Gone?"
     As you, my faithful readers, may be aware, yesterday was one of those rare days when BOOJUM! does not hold forth on the weather, weasels, warthogs or Working For A Nuclear Free City.
     This is not because Conrad lacked things to say, nor that he was busy elsewhere, no - a far more serious issue arose.  

WEB BROWSER PROBLEMS!!!*

"Internet Explorer has died on it's arse.  Get stuffed and get lost.  Windows will continue to pretend to do things in the background so that it looks like it's helping.  Later." came up as an error message.

Oh noes! gibbered Conrad.  What shall I do?

Obviously I watched another two episodes of "The Pacific"** and grated a pound of butternut squash, confident that if I ignored the problem everything would be better in the morning.

How Conrad would have looked if he were a duck

Come morning the exact same error message appeared.

Roasted and toasted, should not have boasted!

Fortunately for you, me and that invasion fleet, I already had Google Chrome installed and it was a mere matter of footling around to no avail for an hour before I clicked on that quadri-coloured icon, and here we are.

How glad am I?

This glad.  Positively ecstatic.  Note injured lip after battle with bottle (of shampoo)

I shall now have to grapple with Google Chrome.  Which is rather positive when compared to last night.

Behold the Bake
     The end result of hours spent grating squash:

There's a cake under there, trust me!

I recalled dimly that the tin used last time was far too small, 504 cm2, as opposed to the 660cm2 tin I'm using tonight.  So far only a little overspilled batter.  And Foo! to the recipe's "bake for 30 mins" as it's been over an hour now, hence the foil tent to prevent burning. So the Halloween Pumpkin cake that's not at Halloween nor with pumpkin either is on the way.

So - Tanks?
    No.  No, today you can have this:

Behold Tiglath Pileser III.  Emperor and sponsor of hairdressers, one presumes

Tiglath Pileser, Assyrian Emperor of the eighth century BC.  So there.


And if Anna is reading -
     I expect those mince pies tomorrow, madam, oh yes indeed!

Mince pies, or this kitten gets no fish tonight!

* This is so traumatic that yes, it does need 3 exclamation marks.
**  A misnomer if ever there was one.  This series is more apocalyptic than pacific.