A new and exciting addition to the journey in to work: sinkholes. Given the soggy foggy boggy weather - and I shall be returning to this topic O yes indeed - apparently the substrata that exist beneath Manchester have been washed away, leaving the city teetering dangerously on a thin crust of tarmac, which is only held together by chewing gum.
Observe the lack of chewing gum here |
Coming soon: sentient flying sinkholes that swallow buses whole - at least that's the warning from First Bus*.
NANOWRIMO
You remember - National Novel Writing Month. 31 days of November to create a 50,000 word novel.
Conrad only just got past the 5,000 word point this weekend, and it's looking as if I won't manage the sheer volume in the 8 remaining days, since this would mean an average of over 5,000 words per day. Creative I may be but - Damn it, Jim, I'm a writer, not a machine!
- wielding a fountain pen. |
Oh the curse of being creative ...
Z Nation
Conrad still likes the gleeful anarchic nihilism of this series, but they'd better finish it at three seasons. The beginning saw our heroes overcoming assault by zombie masses, and I was worried for Doc.
Actually perhaps I'm wrong to be worried. He got shot at the end of Season One yet this appears to affect him not one whit.
Anyway. As I was saying, I was worried. Allow me to illustrate:
O Noes! Doc's gonna get et! |
O Noes! Doc's gonna get shot! |
Hmmm, Perhaps not shot. |
I wonder where this is going. In both senses. |
I definitely did not see that coming. Nor did the Z, to judge. |
Our intrepid band of heroes find a group of survivors holed up in an hotel. No, strike that, make them Stupids. Stupid's who have holed up in an hotel. How stupid are they?
Allow-the-zombies-to-press-against-the-glass-and-break-it-before-moving Stupid. How stupid are they?
The surviving Stupids. All 4 of them. |
Way to go Gideon.
Winter Is Here
It must be. I have taken to wearing bed socks, and a sweater of an evening. Brace yourselves, for there are some things mortal man is not meant to gaze upon -
Bed Socks. Bed socks of DOOOOOM! |
Hopefully you weren't eating anything at the time; the Heimlich Manouevre is a useful thing to know at times like this.
This Is Not Just Beer
I am speaking in metaphors here, and no, I'm not going to come out with some faux Marks and Spencers line.
This is a slice of history in a bottle. A beer bottle, I grant you, yet still history.
Art? Bring up some educational pictures. Art? Art! Are you in the coal cellar -
The Library of Celsus at Ephesus |
You What?
I'm so happy! I found another witless and irritating "Sponsored" post on Facebook. Let me regale you with this one:
"The Manchester United Club Watch by Bulova" |
Now, given the saturation coverage that football has in the media, Conrad is given to understand that "Manchester United" are a football team. This is as far as his extensive research into football has gone, and the only club he's interested in is a big wooden one with metal studs that he can beat the Foobs with until they plead for mercy.
Yeahhhh! |
** NO!
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