You may recall, dear reader, that at work before Christmas we had a "Secret Santa" occasion, where staff were paired anonymously to buy thoughtful, insightful and less-than-a-fiver presents for their match.
Conrad could not find the slip of paper with his matched person upon it. He looked high, he looked middling, he looked amongst the detritus upon his desk.
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| Conrad's desk, looking quite tidy for him |
Today I found the slip of paper in my multi-pocketed rucksack: "Dan"
I hope you enjoyed your nearly-empty bottle of B & Q Plaster Sealer*, Dan.
Judge Minty
As any fule know, Conrad likes 2000AD and Judge Dredd especially. I rate the recent Karl Urban-starring film verrrrry highly.
So, imagine my surprise when I come across a fan-made film, set in the Dredd universe, that is really really good. Here's the link:
http://comicsanonymous.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/highlights-of-2013-day-19-judge-minty/
Judge Minty, the hero, is a Judge of a certain age - his reflexes are going, he's getting silly notions about the essential decency of people, he hesitates to kill remorselessly, he nearly gets killed in the line of duty. So he ends up with a choice - teach at the Academy of Justice, or take the Long Walk into the wastelands of the Cursed Earth, to "bring law to the lawless".
He takes the Long Walk.
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| "I ain't Dredd. But I can still turn your ass into a human pretzel." |
Of course you fondly recall the Halloween Pumpkin Cake without pumpkin and not made at Halloween. I could acronym it as HPCWPANMAH but that sounds like a Native American tribe, not very appetising.
Anyway. The last time I made HPC - sorry, the cake - it didn't last long enough to get a frosting. Latterly I got pleading, dewey-eyed bleating from family members about how their existence on Planet Earth, and indeed all human history, society and culture, would be overthrown if this cake didn't have - frosting!
This was the result:
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| You can't tell, but that frosting has thawed somewhat |
What did I find in the microwave today? 85 grams of butter that should have been melted, then added to the frosting, to FIRM IT UP. Clearly I had hidden it there so the cyborg-sentry cats didn't chew it up and then decide, no, they didn't really like it and the humans can have it back -
All part of life's rich pageant, eh?
Dress-Down Friday
Well, for the male staff. The fairer sex seem to able to get away with wearing nothing more substantial than a wisp of chiffon to work, day-in, day-out. Fortunately none of them read this blog so my comments cannot possibly backfire.
To blend in with the humans, Conrad made sure to wear a tee-shirt (with short sleeves to deal with the hideously high temperatures in our giant dry-sauna). This means he can't fit 14 pens (the bare minimum safety-margin) into a shirt pocket, as tee-shirts don't have pockets.
Duh!
Three hours after getting dressed, Conrad visits the gents and in the giant mirror on the wall spots this:
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| Egad! A pocket! |
So - Tanks?
Not tonight. Tonight you can have a picture of -
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| Chicken Pasanda |
| Chicken Bhuna |
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| Bombay Potatoes |
Plus Chicken Tikka, Seekh kebabs, Onion Bhajees, Pilau rice, nan bread, poppadums, I probably forgot a couple of things.
Why all this edible Indian stuff? Apparently the mortgage*** got paid off yesterday, and since Darling Daughter was off at her awards ceremony, we at BOOJUM! were generous enough to wait till today for the food.
Et Finis -
Sorry, "And Finally" sounds too much like "The Two Ronnies"****. Someone I know is going shopping for shoes tomorrow. If you bought this:
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| Size 6 (to the tenth power) |
* I did stick a £5 note on it
** A contraction of "gannets", "termagants" and "Magpies"
*** I accidentally discovered this mortgage thing, and it's good NOT to have one. WHo knew!
**** Required viewing for all alien invaders. Those in the UK, anyway.
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