"Great" in this sense does not equate to "good", instead rather more to the concept of "Large" or "Major".
After all the county of "Greater Manchester" isn't laying claim to be the best county in the UK, is it*? Nor, when we use the term "The Great War", do we imply that the First Unpleasantness was a wonderful experience that you ought to be sad at missing.
So here, Great -
Have I jumped the gun rather? I haven't explained whom Cthulu is. Nor Mister Sulu.
| Cthulhu. Totally rocking the green look |
Well, the former first. He was created** by H. P. Lovecraft and is essentially the Big Bad of a race of awesomely old creatures that used to run Planet Earth, until it got new management. Resenting a lack of TUPE***, these Old Ones hang around the Solar System, trying to see if they can weasel their way back.
Mister Sulu is one of the ensigns on the Enterprise's command bridge, from that obscure cult hit "Starry Treks" or similar. Since he wears a yellow shirt, not a red one, he is guaranteed a lifespan of more than five minutes.
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| Okay, no shirt at all. I hope I got the point across |
His first name is "Hikaru", for your information.
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| Need I say more? |
How Fetching!
Or not, as the case may be. Whilst dogsitting earlier today, as the unexpected phenomena of a sun shining brightly in a blue sky unobscured by clouds transpired, I decided to take Edna for a walk.
We made a five minute detour into a field, where -
- Edna proved that the concept of "Fetch" is so far beyond her capabilities that it ought not to be bothered with at all in future.
Stupid dog.
Except - there she was in the kitchen tonight, hanging around Conrad as if he was her new Best Friend Forever, because he had a plate that supported a meat pie.
"No!" condemned your humble scribe, with feeling. "You've not eaten your dinner!" accompanied by a finger pointing, accusatorily, at the food bowl.
Edna promptly scoffs the bowl's entire contents before once again looking back with puppy dog eyes.
Clever dog.
Statistics Come Home To Roost
Conrad fondly imagines all you audience out there, eager to get the daily dose of scrivel from your very own blogorhettic entertainer. Take a load of this, then:
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There you go, a total of 900 posts, although since 5 of them are Drafts and never got posted you still have to admit 900 posts, or I'll blow up London.
All of impeccable quality, except for the November 11th entry last year, I was a bit rubbish then. This fond recalling of times past thus allows me to add in the entry for 26th August 2013:
BOOKS
Today we went car-booting at Bardsley, where I came upon a leather and gold-tooled volume with the title "Kuvia Suomesta". This might not mean anything to you, dear reader, but Conrad knows the Finnish for Finland is "Suomi", so he suspected something Finnish here. The page with publisher information had been cut out, so the dating is a bit problematic. I noticed only one date, 1919, and there are motorcars in only two photos out of 158, so I suspect some date in the early 1920's. The lady selling it knew 0% about it.
Finnish consulates and embassies worldwide, I open the bidding at £50. Thank you!
Cooks
Well, today I made Fricatta, kind of an omelette finished-off under the grill. Then there was the Honey-Roasted Peach Ice Cream; I shall have to go check on how it's set so far. Then there is the Chicken and Pork Stew set up in the slow cooker crockpot - except I think I overfilled it a bit. Er, a lot, actually.
Rooks
A bird, a chess piece and a time-travelling proponent of the underdog.
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| I think I had this edition. Before Project Apocalypse, that is. |
Well there you go. Nice to know that some things are consistent - books and baking.
- Back to 2015
"Turnabout Intruder" - Star Trek The Original Series
If you follow the blog with any regularity, you know that Conrad stands in awe at the sheer unbridled fantasticness of Captain James T. Kirk^. No matter what PC ridiculousness may have come later, with Jim it was all about punching, kissing and drinking your way across the Galaxy, and damn to oblivion any snivelling milquetoasts who couldn't keep up!
So, let us take a long cool look at the last ever Original Series episode: "Turnabout Intruder".
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| Anyone stating this is NSFW will be discombobulated |
I trust it will not be too much of a surprise when I reveal that Dr. Janice Lester uses an alien device to body-swap with Kirk, ending up in charge of the Enterprise.
Except - except how did she know what the Alien Device would do? She and her lackey must have worked on it several times to see what it does, mustn't they? How did they keep the secret of it's operation from the rest of their team? Then again, how did they know the Enterprise was going to be knocking around that arm of the galaxy at the precise moment? Or that the commander was going to be Kirk? Or that he'd beam down? Or that he'd beam down without a whole complement of Red Shirt Expendables?
Or - I'm not overthinking this too much, am I?
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* More's the pity
** Allegedly. Some of us suspect him to be real.
*** "Transfer of Undertakings and Protection of Earnings". The "Undertaking" bit being especially relevant here.
^ "Excuse me," said Mister Hand, "But your man-crush is showing."
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