Done Almost To A Tea

Almost!
     Conrad has been without his Bodum teapot since yesterday, until Wonder Wifey managed to snaffle another model for £1.70 yesterday evening, and tonight, in a paroxysm* of excitement, off Conrad went to get it.
     Here it is:

Full of Russian Caravan Tea, which is shortly to be filling Conrad

I'm happy again!

Egad!  What?
     Stopping in the old velocipede at traffic lights near Mills Hill Station, what did a thunderstruck Conrad espy?

Tut.  Can't spell.

Unusually, words fail Conrad.  Is that Brian Blessed?

On a giant hoarding.  I'm unsure quite which gods these are supposed to be, nor why they are in a canal, and what connection mythical deities have with <frowns> Bingo - I don't know.  Perhaps you have to be human to get it.

47 Ronin
     Another oddity noticed on a bus poster as it flashed by en route to the office.  "47 Ronin" is a particularly specific number, isn't it?  Why not round it up to 50?  "50 Ronin" sounds like better value than a mere 47.  Or why not "A Whole Horde Of Ronin"?  Then you don't need to be very specific and you could have a script with only 30, or 20 at a pinch.  Maybe "Many Ronin" is too vague to be appropriate.  "Bags of Ronin" - too English.  "Une Masse de Ronin" - too French.  "Atomic-Powered Ronin With Laser Cannons" is, of course, too manga.  And silly, to boot.

2 Ronnies.  Close enough

The Crying Of Lot 49
     I've mentioned this book a couple of times.  Hard to describe in any brief, meaningful way, except that it does follow Pynchon's characteristic "herringbone" structure.  It is much shorter than his other major works, so consider it a slice of pie as opposed to the whole pie.  It introduces the exemplar of all multi-nationals, Yoyodyne**, there are frequent songs, a very long description of an entirely fictional Jacobean revenger tragedy, hardly-credible but true entities, and the Trystero conspiracy.  That's just 70 pages in so far, with no clues as to what "Lot 49" actually is.  There may be more feedback but no spoilers.

Semiotic sigils of sinister conspiracists.  Is that enough "s"'s?

This Week's Car CD Is -
     "Wonderful, Glorious" by Eels.  I have decided that I really like the opening track, "Bombs Away", and the mighty closing track "Wonderful, Glorious".  Some of the intervening ones are good.  Overall the production is a lot crisper and clearer than the sometimes muddy values on "Shootenanny", and while there are good tracks on WG, it doesn't feature a strong closing set as with old Shootie.
     Still, early days yet.  I may be able to whistle every track by Friday.

Seals.  Close enough

Friedrich Nietzsche, Philosopher
     Nietzsche, born 1844 in Prussia, established his credentials as one of the principal philosophers of the 19th Century, whose ideas inspired those who came after in the 20th and indeed 21st Centuries.  You may be familiar with one of his quotations "That which does not kill me makes me stronger."
     Yes well never mind all that blather, look at this!

Respect to the tash!

What an awesome moustache!  Conrad bows in acknowledgement at the supremacy of that lip-devouring monster.

Edna the Domesticated - Yeah, Yeah, That Joke's Not Funny Anymore
    I was tasked with getting some better photographs of the little imp today.  How do these grab you?

Demon dog

Distorted dog

Sorry Anna.  Will try harder!

Right.  I have to go iron shirts. O lucky man!