What Ho, Data, You're Stood In A Crater!

I Know, I Know -
 - it's more properly an arena or basin rather than a geographical site produced by an item from the heavens striking the earth at high speed.

I concede the point

     Bear with me on this, as this is the closest picture I could find that matched my clever rhyming title.  Most of the other pictures were of the scary "M113 Creature" a.k.a. as the "Salt Vampire" -

It made a sucker out of Jim*

     - because it disguised itself as Nancy Crater.
     There you go.

More Of Star Trek The Original Series
Ah yes, more of James T. Kirk, that rambunctious captain of incredibly high testosterone levels.  I refer to the episode "What Are Little Girls Made Of?", where Kirk gets to snog a remarkably attractive female android - except "andros" here is Greek for "man" so perhaps she ought to be called a "gynoid" after the Greek "Gynos" for "woman, and indeed should she be called "it"?**

The lady robot android gynoid Andrea

     Anyway, when Kirk gets duplicated, the "blank" used is a disgustingly floppy green thing that appears to be made out of silicon foam.

No jokes about which is which

     Which is a bit peculiar, as the androids are all packed with wires and metal and shizzle like that, as we see when Brown Gets Taken Down:

"180% proof vodka - the awful truth"

     I also wonder how long Bill Shatner spent being spun around on the Whirly Girly Creator.  Pretty obviously they speeded it's rotation up, but it can't have been much fun whizzing round and round, especially if they had to do extra takes for the different angles.
      " "Come on!" complained Bill, as the roundabout spun for the eighty-seventh time"

Flyswatter
Given that the weather has been remarkably warm of late, and that we have bowls of dog and cat food in kitchen, there are inevitably one or two flies buzzing around the kitchen of late.
     No problem!  I have a yellow plastic flyswatter and a hatred of flies.  No doubt the passers-by in the street are amused by the sight of a man in his middle age, throwing himself around his kitchen like a sufferer of Saint Vitus Dance trying to rock it to the Chemical Brothers.
     Pausing briefly to wash that hideous image from your minds, allow me to present:

Voila

     As you can see, swatting flies has caused it to progressively shatter apart, until only half the swatter is left.  One surmises that it's actually a "Flytapper", used to - in an oh-so-English way - to gently tap the fly on the shoulder, clear your throat and invite it to depart through the door you have very considerately opened.
     Also -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwMTZFBd5eQ&list=RDiwMTZFBd5eQ

     Eels and "Flyswatter"*

Ah, Hello Autum
It has been remarkably bright and sunny today, certainly far nicer than a lot of the supposed summer days of August.  That it is autumn, however, cannot be denied as there is a definite nip in the air of a morning and evening both.

     I append a short video of the world from my bus stop, i) because I can and ii) it proves my point, whatever that was***.

Poirot - The Lost Mine
Jeez, look at what I am become - watching Agatha Christie like a middle aged man.  Better go out in my hoodie later on and vandalise a bus stop.
     Let me illustrate a moment or two that establish the inestimable quest for authenticity that this series goes out of it's way to sustain.

     That's a proper fountain pen being wielded, none of those horrid biros in August of 1935 - which is another valuable plot point, allowing you the viewer to know the date.  Conrad was well wide of the mark when he imagined the year to be 1936.  As if!
     Then we come to the plot, and Oh Dear.  Agatha resorts to the Pull A Rabbit Out Of The Hat resolution, where Poirot informs us the audience that the Unimpeachable Bank Director was a secret gambler and embezzeler.  Out of nowhere.  Who has lots of "shady Chinese friends of low moral value".  Just because.  
     Bad Agatha!  Naughty Agatha!

The Biter Bit
Normally the sequence of events at work is that Conrad bakes a cake and the ganterpies swoop round and devour it.  Not today. 
     This is the cake I got to eat today -

Courtesy Sophie.  That Sophie, not this one

     Sophie, poor gel, has been stricken with tonsillitis, and could barely speak.  She certainly couldn't manage this tidy morsel, so - this is a thoughtful lass - she came over and gave it to Conrad, who polished it off later in seconds flat.
     It was yum!


AAAHH!
OR
Coincidence Strikes Again
I'm doing two things here.  
     1) Promoting the Facebook page for "Murder Inc", which is being run by that living spirit of mischief, Jade.  Take a bow, Jade.
     2) Pointing out that I'm waiting for "Murder Inc" the trade paperback comic book to come out soon.

Compare and contrast

         Conrad - bitten on the bum by the Coincidence Hydra yet again. 



* Sorry
** You don't think I'm over-analysing this, do you?
*** Short attention span don't you