This Is Odd - And A Little Worrying

Nothing Major
In fact comparatively minor, I did say only a "little" worrying.  To what do I refer?  
     Well, today's previous post, which went under the silly and unassuming title of "Combat Accountant Meets the Vampire Pointillist", appears to be a major hit in it's own right.

There you go, 35 hits today

      This is better than all the clickbaiting I have tried with cod titles apparently to do with major football teams.
     Once again, the BOOJUM! audience is a most peculiar one*.

"Alternate Light Source"
This got posted on Facebook by an ex-colleague of mine who moonlights as a photographer, and whose musical taste runs to Norwegian grindcore necrometal shanties, so I can be forgiven for thinking he was talking about lighting equipment for taking digital photos.

Not a bit of it!

     But no, what's this?  Leftfield, the electro prog dance band have not only reformed, but have put out a new album, the first in 16 years.
     Dog Buns!  Grooveshark no longer exists.  I shall have to slum it on Youtube.

What Do You Call This?
It consists of milk, yoghurt, raspberries, banana and a dash of lime juice.

A Pink Floyd?

     So it isn't a milkshake, nor yet a smoothie, but some kind of hideous mutant hybrid of the two.  A milkie? A smooshake?
     It was delicious, by the way.

Facebook Proves It Can Out-Twerp Twitter
If you read today's earlier post, you will know that I heaped metaphorical ordure upon Twitter for suggesting such a stupid feed - sports betting, for the love of all things shaped like an i-pod but tasting of strawberry.  Sports betting!  Not that I have any idea what the content of the Tweet meant.
     Well cast your glazzies over this:

I BEG YOUR PARDON!**

     "Stop!  Don't play online until you read this" declares the advert.  To judge by the title of this post and the content, this is about online gambling, isn't it?
     Facebook, when have I EVER expressed an interest in gambling, let alone ONLINE gambling, which is a pretty sure way to lose an awful lot of money very quickly?

GET OUT OF HERE WITH YOUR ONLINE GAMBLING!

     Oh and thanks for the blog material.  Idiots.

More Of Drink
Allow me to present Ninja Dragon Girl -

Pay attention.  There will be questions later

     You can't actually see her, as she's just around the other side of the cup.
     Given the value and delicacy of this cup, strainer and lid, Conrad is not going to risk taking it to work.  He has learned to use a very small amount of loose leaf Lapsang Souchong, as otherwise you get tea like tar - which, to be fair, is what Lapsang Souchong smells like*.

Superheroes With Their Pants Down
No, no, Mary, I explained all this - purely metaphor, everyone is fully-clothed - well, er, almost everyone.
     I refer to none other than - Robin.  Half of that crime-fighting duo Batman and Robin.
     Lest you forget:

Batman (left) and Robin (right)
Just so we're clear here

     Take a good look at that picture, folks, because why on earth does Robin have to have his legs on display?  I mean all of both legs, those briefs are cut so high you can almost see his ribs.  Why, Robin, why?  Take a look at Bruce - er, sorry, Batman.  He's wearing lycra so tight you can see every muscle, but he's not offending the eye with hairy white flesh, is he?
     Then there's the colour scheme.  Look at Bats.  All dark colours and tones.  Imposing.  Recall what Christopher Nolan called that film - "The Dark Knight".  This is a colour scheme intended to convey the impression that Bats is NOT someone to be taken lightly.  Now look at Robin.  All bright primary colours.  He looks like someone breathed life into a traffic light.  Can you take him seriously - well, before he lands a right hook and dislocates your jaw?

Don't look at his pixie shoes.  I said DON'T LOOK!

     And - finally*** - the name!
     Robin.
     Not "Hawk" or "Raptor" or "Eagle Boy" or <Mister Hand intervenes in the interests of both brevity and sanity>
     It really is not a name guaranteed to strike fear into the hearts of the criminal hordes, is it?  I suppose we should be grateful it wasn't "Big Soppy Labrador".

Or even a small one.
Labrador puppies.  Officially The Cutest Things On Earth

* In a good way
** Actually I don't.
*** "Thank heavens!" exclaimed Dick Grayson.  "I'm being traduced here!"