Tonight - I Cheat!

I Do Apologise For Being Composed Of Pure Evil*
But I do have my convoluted reasons.
     Okay, tomorrow, when I would normally do the weekly shop, I am off instead to Hebden Bridge to see that maestro of mirth, John Shuttleworth.  So I've had to do the weekly shop tonight, which meant having to wait until the car was available and <Mister Hand fast-forwards through a tedium of boring> only just finished unpacking.
     Now, I do have material, but with only 20 minutes there's no way to create, illustrate and promulgate the usual BOOJUM! post.

Evidence of my awesome!

     So instead I'm going to post from this time last year, and since I've never re-read what  I posted then, this will be an illuminating process for all of us.

First off:
Only 8 Readers Yesterday!  You Are Quite Wicked!
     It is only by reading BOOJUM! gentle reader, that you and your descendants will be spared either mind-controlled slavery or going into the Organic Dis-Assembling Vats when that invasion fleet gets here.  I'm only posting here for your own good in that way, and also warning about the impending zombie/robot/cat uprising.
     Remember - Ignorance Means DEATH! 

Humanity's destination - IF YOU DO NOT READ THE BLOG!  Thank you

     At least I'm consistent.  Mention of the invasion fleet is less common nowadays as - hopefully! - you are in equal parts terrified and informed.
     Next:
Marmite and Cyanide
     Not to be taken in combination, thank you!  No, this is not some silly New Age cold-cure - although being in an advanced state of Extremely Dead would mean a hack and sniffle no longer bothered you - it is simply a musing on smells.
     Cyanide smells like bitter almonds, but only to 40% of the population at large.  Since almonds have a large molecular structure, and cyanide is just a molecule of Carbon and Nitrogen,

This rather resembles a treat-filled dog toy.  Except there are no molecular-sized dogs*.

 why does it smell so?
     I believe the answer is that cyanide molecules don't just hit nasal receptor cells and sit there, they go whanging all over the nose, generating olofactory mayhem.
     Now that's out of the way, why does Marmite smell like Bovril?
     For the un-initiated, Marmite is a yeast extract, whilst Bovril is a beef extract.
     Why do they smell the same?  Conrad - DOES NOT KNOW!  He will go forth into the wilderness and meditate upon the problem until revelation arrives potter around Google a bit until he finds an answer or falls asleep ask a passing neurosurgeon.

     Ah, the good old chemical post.  These aren't seen as often nowadays as I have forgotten exactly what I wibbled on about.  Maybe in a slightly-more organised future ...

     And then:
Entropy, Untidiness And The Upstairs Lair
     After reading up about entropy and the tendency of disorder - oh I don't need to go over it again because you did read yesterday's blog didn't you?! - I realised earlier today that the entropy argument about untidiness also applied to my Upstairs Lair.
     Herewith a photo:

Conrad's idiosyncratic filing system for books

     Yes it's a mess.  However, it's my mess, and I know what's where.  This is the carpet to the left of my desk where reference material is stored, where recent book purchases rest briefly before being put into the cupboard, and where current reading matter sits and waits to be picked up and read.

Current reading <pauses to salute Bruce>

     "Okay," you ask, "Where is that large-format hardback that illustrates Shirer's "Third Reich" with photography?  Eh, Conrad?"
     "Top left-hand cupboard, in the stacks against the rear wall, towards the very bottom of the stacks on the left-hand side," I reply, simultaneously answering and impressing the questioners.
     "Well, where is the 1992 2000 AD Yearbook <Mister Hand intervenes to prevent things from spiralling downwards into ennui-laden revisionism>

Again, a consistent theme - books.  Conrad does like his books and likes to frighten/bore/inform you the audience with his latest purchases.

Finally:

What The Well-Dressed Public Transport User Is Wearing
     I know Edna is only 11 week old tomorrow, but she is manifesting uncanny levels of cleverness, as well as being dangerously cute.  I'm not saying she goes and opens the back door when she needs to go and Do Her Business**, but nearly, damn it, nearly!
     Today she ventured forth on a bus.  And did far better than a human being I know (yes I'm looking at you Katie Jamieson!)

There was a picture here but it's no longer available <sad face>.  I think I was poking fun at Katie as she normally drives but had been forced - cruelly forced! - to travel on First Bus.  Poor lass.

Right, and the other reason I'm under the whip is because it's Pub Quiz in less than ten minutes.  Not only that, NO CAKE! for the termagants at work tomorrow ...



* I see the "Sweetness and Light" editorial policy didn't last long <courtesy of Mister Hand>