Seconds Out - Round Two!

You Didn't Think You Were Getting Off That Lightly, Did You?
Come on, come on, you ought to know Conrad better by now.  Sunday means a chance to post twice in a day, an opportunity your verbose* scribe cannot overlook.  There was stuff I didn't get a chance to post earlier thanks to the 60 Minute Limit, and a post already at a thousand words might be off-putting if it got even longer.  Then again, you want more than a bite-sized morsel of mordant wit and weirdness, or so the traffic figures suggest.
     Anyway, let us proceed.  On with the motlei!

Superheroes With Their Pants Down
I'm not going to apologise for the title, the whole world knows by now that BOOJUM! is SFW, so it is obviously  a metaphor.  You hear that, Stan?  Jack?  Brian?
     So, who do we pick on and mock today?  Continuing an earlier theme, and looking at the X-Men: Cyclops.

Cyclops!  For when you want to blow stuff up!
(And look all moody 'n' shizzle)

     Hmmm.  Yes, Cyclops, who is excellent at blowing things up - with his eyes!
     Conrad doesn't know his backstory and is too idle to bother looking it up, so I imagine that Scott didn't get his powers until, say, puberty.  Otherwise his life would have been dramatic, destructive and pretty dismal, all told.  Also, I'd hate to be his optician.
     So, there are many negative aspects that come with having Blammo-vision.  Let's detail a few.
     1) Hen parties: Scott looks the dark, brooding, designer-stubbled Man of Mystery to perfection.  O how the ladies must love him.  However, all it takes is one inebriated member of a clucking brood passing by to decide "What colour are his eyes!" and - a terminal surprise.  From hen to drumstick in one move
     2)  Jobsworth Security Staff: You can picture the scene - there's Scott, trying to get into a swanky Manhattan nightclub, or attempting to travel via La Guardia Airport, and he comes across a little tin Hitler who decides that the glasses need to come off - another terminal surprise.
     3) Passport Photo Booths: Conrad heartily dislikes these things, and Scott is probably their worst enemy on the planet.  "Glasses cannot be worn" blabs the passport requirement criteria.  "Oh well," sighs Scott, and takes his glasses off.  The terminal gets a surprise.
     4) Greasy skin: Conrad's artificial human skin is quite oily, consequently his glasses are prone to sliding downwards over the course of the day.  For me, that's no worry.  For Scott, if he happens to be taking the tube at the end of a working day, this means potentially frying a carload of commuters.  He probably has a bag of industrial-strength wipes as part of his costume accessories**.
     5) Binoculars - or, God help us, a telescope: If Scott is forgetful and accidentally uses a pair of binos or a telescope, utter devastation would ensue.  Imagine his Blammo-vision channeled via the lenses a mile away across a couple of acres.  If he did the same with a telescope and the Moon, he could probably write his name across it***.
     6) Sneezes: again this would be potentially disastrous were Scott to knock his glasses off.  He probably has one of those nerdy retaining straps on the legs**.

"Scott?  The gas has gone out.  Can you flash-fry our - WOAH!"

"Eruption"
Ah, back to being preachy and didactic about words.  Pay attention at the back!
     Where does this word come from?  I don't care if you don't care, you're going to get an education here.
     As is so often the case, this word has it's roots in Latin, "Erumpere" to be precise.  This means "To break out", and transitioned to "Eruptio" and hence to our familiar "Eruption".  Which can thus apply to a volcano or a bout of acne.
     Conrad is also minded of the band Eruption, who had a disco hit with "I Can't Stand The Rain", and he would counsel them therefore to never tour in the UK.

At least it keeps the rain away

A Late Post About More Food
Nothing to do with the very nice Thai Fish Curry as made by Wonder Wifey, rather this is about Conrad's triumphant creation of a Grilled Cheese Sandwich <sound effects: drum roll and trumpets>

Ta-daaa!

     I'd tried to do this the way recommended: buttering both sides of a piece of bread, then grilling it in a saucepan, repeating the process, then adding the cheese, topping with the second piece of bread and continuing until melted.
     The results were rubbish!
     Instead I lightly toast two slices of bread, spread one side of each with marge, add the cheese, then stick it in the Foreman grill for about three minutes.  You see the results above, and it was delicious.  With added sliced mushrooms.

A Bit Of Bovvie
"Bovvie" as any fule knos, refers to Bovington Tank Museum, one of - no, scratch that - the most awesome collection of tanks in the world.  The only significant omissions are an M1 Abrams and Bradley IFV, probably because Uncle Sugar doesn't want you the public to know the sprocket size of the laser battle sights and their OS tag^.

A great big cheque.  Plus a tank.
Everything goes better with tanks.

     That in the background is a British Mark IV tank from the First Unpleasantness.  Art?  I let you out of the septic sump for a reason.  Get us some pictures:

The same tank.  I think this one is actually in working order.

     Conrad, at 6' 1" and weighing in at twenty-three stone, would have been poor material for Mark IV tank crew: 

A tad claustrophobic, one feels

Oh, there we go, the 60 Minute Limit kicks in and once again we have to depart.  If we had an end theme tune here, it would be that of "The Sweeney", a very reflective version of the adrenaline-fuelled intro.

Chin chin!

* Yet creative, am I right?
** But again, probably doesn't like talking about it.
*** Which would be a bad thing, Scott!  Bad!
^ I made this up.  Can you tell?