Wayne Rooney

Iconic
Yes, I'm talking about two stars of the silver screen who are no longer with us, John Wayne and Mickey Rooney.
     Originally Marion Mitchell Morrison, John wisely changed his name.  For one thing, it was too long, and also, it's a girl's name.
     You can't see Rooster Cogburn being played by a man with a girl's name, can you?  Of course not!

The Duke.
For a republic, our South Canadian brethren like aristocrats  ...

     If John was a man's man, Mickey was more of a permanent fixture in Hollywood, working for 90 years, which must be some kind of record.  Not just Hollywood, also theatre, television and radio.  Busy feller.

Mickey Rooney

     Oh - hang on - you didn't think I meant that footballer chap, did you?

Wayne Rooney

Against The Day Page 860
Only 168 pages left to go!  And once again we jump around the Balkans circa 1909, with plotters from Greece, Bulgaria, Turkey, Austria and England, before vanishing off to Venice in a miniature submarine piloted by Italian anarchists, having moved the narrative back to Reef Webb*.
     As ever, Mr Pynchon brings new words into play.  In this case, "Flaneur".
     No!  Nothing to do with cooking or baking.  Apparently the Flaneur is another twentieth century icon, one of the defining set-dressings on the streets of Paris.  It means "Idler", and conveys a meaning of those with time and money to spend on loafing about.

Flan near.  Close enough

Parisienne
Whilst on the subject, Conrad the Spelling Boor has noticed at his local and work-location Co-Op that they have some trouble with the pre-printed noteboards advertising a large bread baton.
     "Parisien" and "Parissien" are the two variants.  Wrong!  I think what they're going for is "Parisienne" - which is a lady from Paris.
     "Parisian" is the correct version.
     Now, should I make myself unpopular again by pointing this out, or should I suffer in silence?

Loaves are dull.  Here's Hellboy with a really BIG gun.

 Bread Rolls
Sticking with the bread theme, you can call these BOOJUM! Buns.

The well-risen and light interior

      - because I made them myself.  They turned out pretty well, considering I've not made bread rolls for years.
     What you don't get from these is a sense of scale - those are big buns.  I should have made six, not four.

I Forgot -
 - to mention or display these yesterday.  Probably still thrown by that Chinese lady.  Anyway, here you have Conrad's purchases at Travelling Man:

Powers: Bureau at last!

     Neither of these are SFW, gentle reader.  They both have a healthy heaping of sex and violence and rude words**.  
     I guess the "Powers" television series will have to tone all three of those down a bit***.

The Battle For My Lap - The Campaign Continues: A Photo-Essay
As any fule kno, a cat always wants to sit where it's not supposed to.  If this happens to be my lap, then Edna will insist on climbing aboard, too.  I'm a hefty chap but I'm simply not big enough to cope with both.
     The day started quietly, as it tends to on a Sunday:

The first of four cups of tea.
Note the air of tranquility

     The Cyborg Sentry Cat was sitting, powered-down and on a "Standby" setting:

 - but ready to leap into action to repel fluffy piranhas at any moment

     Along came Edna, who simply had to get up on the table to see if the cat was, indeed, switched off or the closest thing to it:

"Look!  Look at me touching your comfy plastic bed!  No reaction.  Yep, it's turned off."

     Realising that she had no competition for Conrad's lap, she claimed pole position:

RESULT!

     However, without having to fight for possession of the lap, Edna found it too dull:

"This pup is UP!"

     And off she went, to kill a wrapper in the Hallway Killing Ground.

Finally
Ready as always to exploit the defenceless in pursuit of more traffic, BOOJUM! presents a baby anteater:

Awwww! - unless you're an ant.

*After concentrating on the character of Cyprian.  Do keep up!
** But these are all essential to tell the story!
*** <makes sad face>