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Sunday, 22 March 2015

Make Like The Swedish Chef -

"Bjork Bjork Bjork!"
Okay, that's stretching it a bit as I have only two Bjork albums, acquired yesterday - "Debut" and "Post" and am only just beginning to listen to them at this very moment - but you know Conrad, never one to miss the chance of making an excruciating pun.
     Now, I know what you're thinking,* but the earlier post today was concerned with one theme, and one theme only - Friday night's debauch.  Conrad has a whole box full of wibble to unload on teh interwebz tonight.
     Enough preamble!  On with the motley!

Yes, Puny Human?
I believe this line is one that The Incredible Hulk would use, if he were feeling particularly intellectual.  Today, however, it applies to the Cyborg Sentry Cat, who has decided to enjoy some down time.

     Down time, I may explicate, at my expense on my couch and on my books and my DVDs.  Truly, all cats possess that gene for "Being Where I Should Not"
Now in the dog's basket.
Reportage: The Haul
I believe I posted photographs of my purchases yesterday, and can now follow up with a bit of critical analysis.
    "Churchill's Secret Warriors" is a collection of descriptions about British Special Forces in the Second Unpleasantness, focussing particularly on a Dane called Anders Lassen, who shares a lot of the skills, abilities and attitudes with the infamous Paddy Mayne**.  That is, he would have to look up the word "Fear" in a dictionary as he had no idea what it meant, and the major motivational drive of his life was killing Germans.  After reading about what he did and how he did it, one can only sigh with relief that he was on our side.  
     Note for German readers:  we have now put the First and Second Unpleasantness behind us, and Conrad notes that Berlin is a very trendy city.  
The band, rather less so.
     "Crossed: Wish You Were Here":  hmmm.  Nice artwork but - oh dear the plot!  The speed with which the infection turns a victim into the Crossed appears to depend entirely on what the plot is looking for.  Seconds, minutes, hours, days, take your pick.
     Then there is the location:  Cava in the Orkneys.  From the amount of Crossed infected who turn up you would think that Cava is almost a bustling metropolis.  It's not.  It makes The Middle Of Nowhere look like rush-hour in Times Square.
     Colour Conrad not impressed.  Won't be buying more of these.
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Conrad originally thought this was a peculiar type of glass engine.
Yes I am odd.

Oh No - Coincidence, Did You Have A Ticket?
Reading "Into Battle" by John Glubb, he goes into the background of his family, and Lo!  What do several do but journey out to India and join the East India Company.
     You know, "John Company", as mentioned in detail and often in Thomas Pynchon's "Mason and Dixon" -

Thomas Pynchon's "Mason And Dixon"
We have now moved onto the meat of the matter.  Mason and Dixon have finally made their way to America and are now carrying out their survey, to settle a dispute some eighty years in the making.  As usual, there are language and dictionary queries.
     "Smoaked" - by which Conrad understands to mean "To Understand"
     "Shagreen" - which is a type of covering made from the skin of a horse or skate
     "Stogie" - from "Conestoga", a type of wagon, whose drivers would smoke a particular type of cigar.
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Shagreen.  Now you know
Also, no NSFW jokes either.

The Codex
Excuse me from my banging on about this book, but I do have an idea:  note down the alphabet used, both Upper and Lower case, and see if there is any correlation between lettering and illustration.
The alphabet
Yes, yes, I know it's on it's side, but since nobody can read it anyway ...
     And the illustration that accompanies it -

     This might take several years, so don't expect any progress reports any time soon.

Suggested Facebook Posts
I now have the facility to post pictures of whatever bizarre nonsense Facebook is trying to pimp with Conrad and BOOJUM!  Let me demonstrate:
You what?
     "Are you a music teacher" NO I AM NOT!
     I'm not a teacher of any description.  I barely know about the most basic elements of music.  I am not a music teacher.
     Finally, I am not a music teacher.  I know this is repeating myself but I thought it important to make the point.



* Metaphorically.  After all, telepathy doesn't exist.  Yet.
** If the Angel Of Death took on the aspect of an Ulsterman, it would look like Paddy.

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