If you don't know, those are actual words from "The Hunting Of The Snark", from which poem - obviously! - we derive the name "BOOJUM!", although the exclamation mark at the end is all my idea.
After yesterday's performance by First Bus, Conrad was expecting further delays today thanks to traffic clotting in the city centre, the 24 terminating in Royton and a 20 minute wait for the 409.
But no! The 24 arrived on time, got delayed getting out onto Great Ancoats Street, but ended up passing by the Mansion only 10 minutes late. As I like to point out, for First Bus, that's almost on time.
As I was yesterday. Close to the edge*.
"Piccadilly Jim" By P G Wodehouse
After finishing this, I felt compelled to share my thoughts with you about this novel. I know people hang on my every word when it comes to literary criticism, especially when venting a bit of temper.
Sunny mood all round today, however. Shall we begin?
i) First of all, the title. Most of the action takes place in New York. So there.
A small point, perhaps, yet Conrad feels honour-bound to bring matters like this to the attention of those who might be about to read it**.
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| Noo Yawk |
ii) Crocker Senior being Skinner the Butler, in New York. I did worry that I'd missed the explanation of this. I hadn't. Proof that I'm not senile yet, and/or Plum forgot to add the explication in it's proper place, which is that he absconded from London in order to be able to attend baseball games in New york.
iii) Mrs Trimble. Does she crop up elsewhere? I like her monumentally misanthropic mien and misandrist worldview, and her (literal) roving eye.
iv) It's delightful to witness the eternally trampled, downtrodden and humble Mr. Pett rise into an excoriating rage and deal with his wife, the sponger Partridge, and that repellent bag of suet Ogden.
Bravo, sir!
What's In A Name?
As you surely know by now, Conrad delights in posting crude satires of contemporary film titles, usually ones that he's seen on bus posters. This means waiting a few weeks between posts in order to accumulate material.
Well, here's a thing. I've not been able to make anything diverting or amusing out of the title "Burnt". Give me another week and I may have something. Meanwhile -
THE LADY IN THE PAN: "Well tasty!"
THE CRESSMAKER: "Water job she does!"
STEVE JOBS: Does he? Myself, I call it "work"
THE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY: "Poor Jay - how cruel!"
THE MAZE RUNNER: THE SCOTCH TRIALS: "Damn the dram!"
| Okay, okay, it's a pot, not a pan. Whose blog is it? |
There you have it.
Justice League: Gods and Monsters
This animated adventure helped cheer me up yesterday. There's nothing quite like a massive bloody punch-up battle to make things seems sunnier, especially since it's not you doing the suffering.
This Justice League are not the anodyne moral preachers you might expect. For a start, there's only three of them: Wonder Woman, Superman and Batman.
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Wonder Woman likes to chop things up, Batman is a vampire (but that's okay as he only drains the blood of criminals), and Superman is quite happy to kill the bad guys stone fricasseed dead with his heat-vision.
Quite a refreshing change! Not only that, Lex Luthor is the good guy querying the JL's morals or lack of them -
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| Good, except for the feeling quite poorly part |
- and just who is trying to frame the JL to get them out of the way? I really didn't see the villain coming, nor his sidekick.
Anyway, it all ends with a colossal blam-fest,
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| Supes beating the butter out of a bad-boy bot |
the traditional ending for a cartoon like this. Which has high levels of gore, a few swear words and isn't afraid for the cute kid to get BLASTED TO DEATH alongside his dad.
NANOWRIMO
Finally, and not before time, Conrad is pulling together nebulous bits of plot and character for National Novel Writing Month.
The setting would be the cod Seventeenth Century kindgom of Urquelongia, a name that the monarchy admit is not very noble or evocative, but it does go back a long way. Heredity. Tradition, don't you know. There's King Viktor the Seventh and his Queen Carmilla, plus their two horrible children, Prince Gorgomond and Princess Malvoisie. And the story would centre around the borderline nutcase wizard Markus Van Ogleheim, whose greatest ambition is to breed finches, brew mead and tutor his ignorant apprentice Walter. Except the Official Mage incumbent - and the next nineteen wizards all more competent that Markus - all died in a mysterious accident, so he is now Official Mage by default.
| Gorgomond in all his hirsute horror |
And stuff like that.
Klinton Spilsbury
You know, the star of that 1981 flop "The Legend Of The Lone Ranger". To date that film is his sole acting credit, so Conrad wonders where he is now and what he's up to?
Probably the same place that Bram Tchaikovsky retired to.
Here's Bram:
| Public Service Broadcasting would love this |
And a link to an article about "The Legend Of The Lone Ranger":
* Sorry.
** You're welcome
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