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Thursday, 7 May 2015

The Shorter The Title The Fewer The Hits So - This One, Longer It's

Am I Clever Or What?
 - Yes I am, before you even contemplate any other possible answer.
     Do you see what I did in the title there?  How I cleverly managed a citric yet wistful reference to the less-than-twenty visitors to BOOJUM! yesterday and how compact the title was (just two letters and a punctuation mark*) and how I'm remedying that today - and making it rhyme?
     I hope you people appreciate me.
     Perhaps my gloating self-promotion should give pause, however; I don't know if that title will actually fit ...

Coincidence!  We Meet Again!
Yes by gum petrolatum.  Last night Conrad was watching "Agents of SHIELD" and who does Agent Grant Ward claim he wanted to be?  Tom Brady.  Conrad has never heard of him and knows nothing about him.  
     Then what do we see on Twitter?
Upper Left
     "Tom Brady likely knew of "Deflategate"
     What are the chances of that happening?

Bus Wait Rate - again confirmed as more buses pass on the other side of the road than on mine this morning as I have places to be and a tight schedule.  Bus wait rate - it is a real things.

"A Royal Night Out"
Aha.  What do we have here but - a promising film poster, with the title "A Royal Night Out".  "Inspired by real events".  Meaning made out of whole cloth, I bet.
     So, let us review things BOOJUM! style.
Image result for the royle family
Well, they're Royle's
     Okay, this has got to be one of the most boring films ever - a night out, a whole night, a film eight hours long.  Bummer!

Let Us Be Accurate
Yes, my darlings, yet more about the science behind making very loud noises that leave no echoes, as there have to be people left to hear echoes ...
     This is all a consequence of Conrad wondering if Herman Kahn's "On Thermonuclear War" has been rendered either less relevant or entirely obsolete, as it was written fifty years ago and technology has not stood still in that time.

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Nuclear war being rather grim, here's a dancing stoat instead
     Accuracy is a major component of the effectiveness of any warhead, doubly so in the case of the ICBM, with ranges of several thousand kilometres.  The accuracy of these missiles is measured in CEP, "Circular Error Probable", a radius of n, within which 50% of warheads will fall.  The smaller the CEP, the closer to the target the warheads will fall.
     Why is this important or relevant?  Because of the inverse square law; if you decrease n by half, then your warhead yield can be decreased to a quarter and have the same effect - a Minuteman II with a CEP of 100 metres has a yield of 400 kilotonnes; the Russian SS18 had a yield of 25 megatonnes so how accurate need it be?
     All part of BOOJUM!'s happy laughy education about what one hopes remains an entirely theoretical area of study.


"The Die-Hard In The Great War"
Well now, what's this?  "Dayfield Body Armour".  The author, Mr Everard Wyrall, states that the British army tested this bit of kit, didn't like it and sniffily dropped it, although if individual soldiers want to buy it, they were welcome.
    Actually those buying it tended to be the worried relatives of soldiers in the field, rather than the soldiers themselves.
     But!  What's this?  In the "History of the 51st Highland Division" the author (Major Bewsher) describes how a large bombing raid used the Dayfield Body Shield, and judging by the number of fragments stuck in the fabric of same, they were pretty useful.
     What does this item look like?
     Oh I thought you'd never ask!
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As worn by General Ironside.  Possibly
    Mention is also made in the Die-Hards of Perfidious Albion winning the battle of Messines Ridge by blowing it up with 1 million pounds of dynamite, which works out as 454 tons of explosives, nearly half a kilotonne - getting into low-yield nuclear weapon sizes, in fact, which rather brings home how wickedly unsporting the cricket-loving Brits could be.
     It's not mentioned in the text, but two mines were not detonated and their location subsequently lost.  One went up in a thunderstorm in 1955, and the other was discovered beneath a farmhouse and made safe earlier this century.
A crater.  Anything said is a bit superfluous
More Of Maths And Music
I know I keep banging on about Public Service Broadcasting's "The Race for Space" and am unapologetic - it's a good album.
     As you should surely know by now, most of the "lyrics" to PBS songs are in fact the soundtracks from various types of film, and for "The Other Side" we hear the commentary about Apollo 8 as it goes into orbit around the far side of the Moon.  This means that all radio contact is lost for 36 minutes; a long time to be out of touch 250,000 miles from the nearest human being.
The small blue-white semicircle of Earth, almost glowing with colour in the blackness of space, rising over the limb of the desolate, cratered surface of the Moon.
The Earth as seen from Apollo 8**
     The speed of Apollo 8 as it moves into LOS is given as 7,777 feet per second - thank you America for using BRITISH IMPERIAL measures! - which Conrad converted to miles - 1.5 miles per second or well over 5,000 miles per hour.
     You can hear the relief in the commentator's voice when we hear from the capsule again:  "Hello Houston we read you loud and clear.  How d'you read us?"
     Sterling*** stuff.

Miserablechester
Not today!  No, today went from rather grey to pretty damn nice, which might get more people out to vote - it's the General Election in this country now, you may be surprised to know - but imagine if this was today:
Utterly woeful
Snoods: Indispensable Fashion Item
Belatedly, I realised I'd not told you what a snood is.
Rosie the Riveter and Sophie the Snood
     A hairnet.

999 words!  Oh.  Now there's 1,005.

* "GO!"
** Anyone mentioning "Moon hoax" will be crushed beneath Tony the Ten Ton Terror Toad
*** Yes, I know it's also BRITISH IMPERIAL currency.

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