It's Leonard Nimoy - Eating Some Poi!

As Usual I Could Be Mistaken Here
I have heard about "poi" and understand it to be food-related, and it's probably the way those folk who live in Devon and Cornwall pronounce "pie", although I seem to remember it has a Hawaiian connection?
     Anyway, the focus of this fuss:

You have to admit, he is eating

     Conrad is unsure what the catering arrangements were for American television studios in the Sixties, but there is a mathematical possibility that they did provide "poi" to their consumers.
     So there.

Party Hearty
On the principle that there is nothing more unpleasant than witnessing others enjoying themselves when you're not, I'm not going to parade a whole lot of photos of Kenyon's 18th birthday.  Here's a select few:

Pretty obviously, cakes

Darling Daughter tolerating a photo

 

Conrad really rocking the "Humourless Twod" look

The lad himself

     Since he is off to do History at Huddersfield University* I offered to lend him any of my military history books that might be needed, which reminds me I need to e-mail him the collection, currently at 630.

J'Accuse!
When Conrad is creating a classic of modern literature - BOOJUM! of course! - and is alone in the house with Edna, she tends to sulk as I cannot thus be used as a convenient and warm cushion.  Yesterday she was sulking in the hall, and in my periodical checks to see where she was and what she was doing - because as with small children when the house pets are 1) Out of sight and 2) Silent, you worry what they're up to - I found this:

The villain and the evidence

     That tissue wasn't there before - she'd gone into the bathroom, torn it off the roll and brought it into the hallway to destroy in a fit of pique.

<do excuse me, got to go check up on the gluten-free brownies>

More Of Poirot
Yes indeed, I finished watching "Murder In Three Acts" yesterday, and I definitely prefer these television films rather than the big budget ones, as there is considerably less preamble before getting on with the MURDER.
     I did correctly identify the first murder as a "dry run" but am still unsure about the third one - but I shall say no more for fear of spoilers.  A nice performance by Tony Curtis, too, mostly understated but with one carpet-chewing scene to balance it out.

MITA: there is absolutely NO WAY the viewer can guess the motive here.

     Currently I am watching "Appointment with Death" - no pussyfooting around with subtle allusions in the title here, eh? - and I did notice something.  
     Perspective.  "MITA" gets around the problems of having to construct or scout out sets and buildings from the Thirties, by being contemporary.  "Agatha Christie's Poirot" goes all out with those sets, buildings, clothing, uniforms, cars, trains, buses and backgrounds, all of which is expensive.  In a series that ran for 14 years you can recoup those costs.
     Now, "AWD" gets around the problems of being set in the Thirties without the budget to manage all that mentioned above, by shooting upwards at an angle.  Just think about that:  you instantly avoid seeing contemporary cars, streetlights, fashions, banners, hoardings, shops, u.s.w.  However, once you notice this film-making on the sly, you can't avoid it!


The New Grill
The venerable George Foreman is now in the bin.  Say hello the Hairy Biker's Grill:

Open

Closed

Grilling - isn't it thrilling!

     Of course this isn't how most people define "news", yet this will get used so often it will become a close family member.  In consideration of which, a minute's silence for the old GF grill.  
     Curiously one of the advertising blurbs on the box is "Honest" - making Conrad wonder how you'd have a dishonest grill?
     "Ha ha!  It's actually a miniature fridge!" perhaps?
     In consideration of which, a minute's silence for the old GF grill.

The Twits And Foobs Are Out In Force
Generally these baffoons only embarass themselves one at a time, but now they're ganging up to look like joint idiots.
     Take this:

"Build your own solar system" - obviously not life-sized

     Conrad focussed on the television advert for this piece-work, noting that it would cost over £350 to construct the whole edifice.  Note also that there was no plaintive tone to my comment, no secret hidden wish to spend all that money making an object that my sausage fingers would probably destroy whilst building.  
     Then we have this:

You what?

     The picture with explanatory legend came up only after all the other drivel appeared on-screen, for which Conrad is grateful as "full stack web dev" means as little to him as the Baghavad Gita written in Sanskrit**.







* Yes, on the Wrong Side Of The Pennines!
** I can't claim "It's all Greek" as I could guess at Greek.  In uppercase.