The El Dogger Of This Blogger

I Know I'm Reaching A Bit There -
"El Dogger" should be "Doggerel" but then it wouldn't rhyme, would it?
     I can tell what you're thinking, and no, I haven't been at the cooking sherry or the cistern of titrated uranium hexaflouride* either.  I refer, obviously - obviously! - to the short rhyme I posted on Twitter last night, about the sad news:

I didn't know Mr Nimoy But if I had Oh Boy! He'd endure endless pester Our relationship would fester He'd hit me with a rock And say - AMOK!

     It's a bit tricky trying to pack a rhyme into 140 characters whilst still keeping it sensible and legible.
     Oh - the "Amok" refers to "Amok Time", an episode of Star Wars Trek that features Mister Speck's character**.

A Mop.  Close enough

More Proof Of The Cat's "Inappropriate" Gene
I know I rant a bit about bloggers who lazily fill their posts with photographs and pictures with a maximum of fifty words, but here I go with a series of photographs.  You can't complain, I counted last night's post and there were 945 carefully-selected words present***.

Cat in bag

     This must be when Jenny decided my rucksack made an excellent secondary toilet.  Not appropriate here, as with her in rucksack I couldn't fit my kit in.

Cat under basket

     We put this basket over her, to see how long it was before she escaped - note the overhang on the left-hand side - and she wrong-footed us by just staying there.  We had to shift her before setting the table.

Cat on books.
"Yes, puny human?"

     A persistent problem at the weekend.  There I am, reading, and Jenny comes up to stick her bum in my face.
     "Gaze upon my Ass of Awesome!" is what I believe she's saying.  Then: "Oh wow books are so comfy to lie on!"

Cat in box

     Ha!  Fooled you, Jenny - it's just an empty box and we don't need - what's that?  We need a box to send off an e-bay purchase?

Oh Boy 30 Years A-Waiting!
I believe I may have banged on a bit about a book that Abebooks describes as "The weirdest book in the world", the "Codex Seraphinianus".  When originally published it came in two limited edition folio volumes that cost thousands.  Conrad has occasionally checked on Abebooks to check on prices and on Thursday came across a volume for £47 with free postage.
     It came today!

That's a red blood cell transitioning into ladybirds
Just so we're clear.

     The pages are high-quality vellum and it looks completely bonkers.  I shall probably post a few photographs tomorrow, as that way I can string it out a bit er sustain the interest.
     If you want to know more:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codex_Seraphinianus

     I shall be checking out the resource pages listed at the bottom.

Conrad: Reliving His Youth
Yes, dear audience, it is a sad day when an old dog tries to pretend that he's not.  However, that's not Conrad.  Oh no.  He likes being a grumpy old man who looks like a grumpy old man, one whom you can't entirely trust as you never know what he's going to produce from his rucksack^.
     Anyway, I recently purchased this collection of short stories:

Back then, every spy wore a pork-pie hat

     I've not read this for more than 30 years, but I still remember the story about the spy allergic to pollen, and the spy protected by an array of dogs, and the spy who hid his secret information in the walls, and the Sherlock Holmes story.  
     Er - that's all really.  Just wanted to share with you.  BOOJUM! - bringing you closer^^.

For your information we are already up to 647 words.

"Wolves"
I saw this film ad in The Metro and have just decided to review it, using BOOJUM!'s patent review guidelines, i.e. dive into it with no knowledge at all.
     Well, not that I'm an expert or anything, but this, frankly, looks deadly dull.

They have female football players?  Who knew!

     It's obviously - obviously! - a documentary about Wolverhampton Wanderers, a.k.a. known as "Wolves".  Not that Conrad has anything against documentaries, but football as a subject would send him to sleep.  Even just writing about it is bringing on the yawns ...
     Whoops!  Nearly nodded off there.  
     Let us see what nonsense Art Department come up with, shall we?
     Art!  stop sniffing that petrol!  Put it in the car after you've chosen an image -

Hmmm.  Not bad, not bad ...

                                            Not entirely convinced here ...





* Full of radioactive goodness!
** I think these are the names, it's a bit obscure and my memory's not that good.
*** And once again, whose blog is it?
^ Like a cat.
^^ Whether you want it or not.