Look Out - It's A Pooka, With A Bazooka!

Of Course You All Know What A "Pooka" Is -
 - or you better had, as it has been detailed in the recent blog posts about "Harvey".  The titular character is a pooka, FYI.
     Actually I don't think my shouted headline warning would be much use.  Not only is Harvey invisible - to most people, anyway - but so are his clothes, and by extension anything he touches.  Don't forget he managed to make Aunt Veta's coin-purse apparently vanish.
    So, the odds are that the first you knew of an angry spirit entity toting an anti-tank weapon, would be when your AFV* was attacked.
     You aren't driving an AFV?  Why then is Harvey carry - OH MY GOD NO!

     RUN!  Save yourselves, it's Tony The Ten-Ton Terror Toad!  Oh no, what's that behind him:  

RUN EVEN FASTER!  It's Clarissa  the Cannibal Combat Chicken!  And who's that behind her?

     Oh, that's just Willy the Weasel Shark, he's pretty "meh".

"Svadiiy Sumochka - Novii Sumochka"
Yes that's right, Poppy Z Brite.  Shall Conrad take mercy and translate for you?  Only in the footnotes.**
     Yesterday I got rid of the Old Bag - hurled unceremoniously into the wheelybin - as Wonder Wifey, in her travels, had obtained an almost brand-new one:

Only you can decide which is which!

     Not before time.  I could never quite escape the worry that the old bag smelled, even after dusting it with carpet-frensher.  Also one zip was broken; I'd fixed it, kind of, and then it broke again, and the second zip looked a bit dodgy recently.

Ah! Coincidence - Funny You Being Here ...
If you recall yesterday's first blog, I promoted it by lying.***The actual post referred to the "Stokes Gun", which I tooted about on FB as being about Stoke, which is a football team.  What turns up on Facebook as a news item a couple of hours later?
     Yes, you guessed it, an item about Stoke the football team.

 

For the less eagle-eyed:"Watch Stoke City's Charlie Adam score from 65 yards out"

"American Vampire"
Just finished reading the third volume of this series and am enjoying it tremendously.

"Erican Vampir" - the Reader's Digest edition

    There are two artists working on this volume, Rafael Albuquerque, artwork below:

Apologies for camera glare

     And Sean Murphy, again below:

     Both totally different but both excellent, and the Pedantic Nerd in Conrad is very impressed with Murphy's getting the technical details of weapons and equipment correct.

The Edible
I got several cans of John Smith's going very cheap as they were a bit bashed-about, and had been leaked upon to boot.

     You can't really see the damage to the lower can but it looked ready to blow up in my face.
     Since your humble scribe is writing these lines, rest assured it didn't.

Wonder Wifey, find a hitherto-undiscovered talent for cooking things, made a very nice Fish Pie last night, with hake and haddock and cod and king prawns:

     But I chopped the onions and peeled and diced the potatoes, so I get some credit, yes?

Molasses: which is better known across those parts of the world that aren't South Canada as "treacle".  Viz:

NO!  Not tar - treacle

     It might taste sweet but it's horrible stuff to work with, akin more to tar than syrup.  Anyway, I needed a tin for the Indian Pudding, and didn't have any.
     So I went and got some.

That's all about food.

"Fetch, Edna, Fetch!"
Proof that Edna either hasn't quite mastered the concept of "Fetch", or she has but chooses to ignore Conrad as he's not really that important.

Another "Yes, puny human?" moment

     She did play verrrrry close attention whilst I was sat eating my Polish smoked sausage, however.  Isn't that strange?

Facebook:  Suggested Posts
Once again a bizarre suggestion from Facebook about what I might like to look at:

Golfing.

     You know Conrad as entirely being uninvolved with sport, sporting events, sportsmen & sportswomen, sports cars, sport "grooming products"^ and Sports Direct.  That's the general view.  More specifically I have 0% interest in golf, golfers, golf courses, golf balls or the Volkswagen Golf, and here is the only type of club I like:

     So, on what criteria did Facebook think your quill-wielding blogger would be interested in golf?  I can see the FB admin staff debating:
     "He wasn't interested in portable sawmills, was he?"
     "Damn it!  Everyone's interested in them!  What about the log-counting software?"
     "Nope, he spurned that as well."
     "Good lord, the man must be a freak!"
     "What about a sport?"
     "Excellent!  He's shown no interest in sport whatsoever - that must be it.  Which one?"
     "Hmmm.  What's the most boring one around?"
     "Darts - no, wait - Golf! 99% footage of sky and people walking.  Got it!"
     

Close enough, Art, close enough.

Aha.  Look Who's Back

NO! Not N'sync.  Thunderbirds.

Haven't seen it yet, but it gets 7.2 at IMDB.
I'll let you know.

* Armoured Fighting Vehicle.  Not Acquatinted Forehead Visor.
** Russian for "Old Bag - New Bag"
*** Business as usual for the blog, then.
^ Which are really perfumes for men.  Just to be clear.
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