"Hello, Coincidence," Said Conrad, Uneasily

What's Going On?
Yesterday I was part of a party travelling to a party, using my time spent en route to wonder - "Which superhero can I subject to a little critical satire?" and going through the list I've embarassed so far - Superman, Batman, the Flash, the Hulk, Iron Man, Captain America.  Aha!  That other member of the Justice League of America, Hawkgirl.
     Then again, no.  Her list of things that might go wrong/be embarassing/cause social friction would be exactly the same as for Angel.
     But then again, there's still Wonder Woman.  Yes - a promising subject.

Proof of writing it down yesterday

     Today, as designated dog sitter, I turned on the television, and what programme is there on the Horror Channel?  For the first time ever?
     You guessed it, Wonder Woman.

Superheroes With Their Pants Down
NO! Not literally, you dirty-minded rascals.
     Today we focus on Diana, Princess of the Amazons, better known as Wonder Woman.  You are probably more familiar with the version wearing what might be described as "form-fitting" shorts, but Diana used to be a little more modest in the past -

Dancing or kung-fu?  Only you can decide!

     As compared to her contemporary apparel:

If you call them "bikini bottoms" she will punch you

     She can deflect bullets with those wristbands, and if she lassoos you with that rope, apparently you cannot lie to her.  She also had an invisible airplane:

Terror of the FAA

     - which Conrad is going to riff upon today.
     First of all, why invisible?  The problem with aircraft recognition today is acquisition by radar, not the human eyeball.  Is it perhaps a stealth aircraft?  Well we don't know, you can't judge its aerodynamic profile because - it's invisible.  It would also be horribly dangerous to other light aircraft, the ones without elaborate electronic guidance and radar systems, and which rely upon the human eyeball to avoid collision.  It would also be horribly distracting to the pilots of multi-engine jets, which would be able to avoid collision thanks to all that radar anti-crash stuff, but whose attention would be mightily distracted thanks to the vision of a statuesque lady wearing a steel bustier and bikini bottoms flying through the air.
     One can also imagine that Diana has to refuel, maintain and repair this aircraft herself.  If she did have any ground staff they'd be perpetually injuring themselves by walking into it and would have to stay well clear until the engines were definitely dead and they wouldn't get brained by an invisible still-spinning propeller.  Or if it had jet engines instead, they'd have to hide at the other end of the runway to avoid being sucked into their intakes.
     So yes, Diana works on this plane alone.
     Can't she fly herself, anyway?*

A Short Contemplation Upon Edible Stuff
I'll post about the drinks and barbeque at the Howell's separately.  This is to boast about my Strawberry and Banana Smoothie:

     Normally these last 10 seconds if that, as I drain the glass in one go.  Today I made it last, for ooh two minutes.  Banana, strawberry, milk and a tub of date-expired peach yoghurt - you know I like to live dangerously.
     Then behold with wonder as Conrad dines for breakfast, not upon ice cream, but a grilled cheese sandwich:

     I'd toasted the bread last night and there was grated cheese sitting in the fridge, so it wasn't too big a stretch to make this and eat it.  Ice cream for breakfast tomorrow!
     Then there's the cake:

     Wonder Wifey prodded your humble scribe to bake a cake for the party as I had managed - entirely without plotting - to avoid helping Darling Daughter move into her new apartment.  "Carrot cake!" she declared.
     So the "Halloween Pumpkin Cake" recipe got used again, with carrots instead of pumpkin, and the result was a resounding success.  That's a nice robust recipe and Conrad wonders how it would come out with courgette.  I'll get back to you on that.
     Finally, we have Edna Wunderhund going at her newest chewy treat:

A Dear antler
(It cost £7)**

     This is a cut-down deer antler, good for trace minerals and dental health.  It lasts for ages as it is so rugged, and will only gradually wear down under Edna's incessant gnawing offensives.

Foolishness, Thy Name Is Facebook
Perhaps I shouldn't be too harsh as they do provide ammunition for a good rant.
     Nah.  Harsh is the way to go.
     Okay, take a long hard look at this Suggested Post:

"Your drummer in a pedal"
(Nick Mason is not amused)

     At what point in my browsing or posting history have I ever implied that I am a musician?  Ever?  EVER?!
     I never have!  I like my music, yes, but I'd be hard put to tell you which end of a guitar the noise comes out of.  I could perhaps play the gong, as that simply amounts to hitting something very hard, an action easy for Conrad to carry out.
     Oh, "Nick Mason" - he's the drummer in Pink Floyd.  What's that, Nick?  What should we do to the horrid pedal?  Turn?  Turn it?  Oh I see - turn it

That's all for now, pip pip, chin chin, what ho, cheerio!



* Yes, the lazy baggage!
** Sorry