Attack Of The Killer Potatoes

Yes, You Read That Right
Many years ago, Conrad wrote a rather daft but serious-toned story with the above title.  You may, or may not, be aware of the kitsch classic fillum "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" which is where the title comes from.
     Briefly put, a Hungarian biological research centre gets 100 times their normal annual funding due to an administrative error.  Rather than send the surplus back, they squander as much of it as they can, as quickly as they can, on any research projects that have ever been submitted to them.  Luminous grass, anyone?  Self-cooking mushrooms?  Toxic, self-seeding, herbicide-resistant, incredibly fertile, avoided-by-insect potatoes?  The latter  - called, IIRC, the "Great Alford" - rapidly spreads across the globe, killing off local crops, animals and unwary humans.

Hmmm.  A bigger genre than I realised

     "Ha!" I can hear you say.  "Thank you for a glimpse into the creative process of Conrad all those years ago."  Followed by an acid "So what?"
     Well my close acquaintance Sophie* has posted this morning about Googling for leftover mash recipes, only to get the message "Sorry, we've had to block actions from your area because of suspicious activity.  Please try again later."
      I think you can see where this is leading.  Conrad used to regularly feature tanks on the blog, not to mention nuclear weapons, missile silos, Manouvreable Re-entry Vehicles, and - on several occasions, which makes me shudder in retrospect - atom-bombing the Moon.  On a whim**.  These are all far more sinister than a potato, or even many potatoes, which leads me to wonder if that anonymous white van parked outside is really - but no, that would be entirely too paranoid, wouldn't it***?

The Anonymous White Van through the curtains.  I ain't getting into the open to take pictures!

Smoke Fairies
In case you don't know, this is a band.  Formed around two young ladies who play those unlady-like eelectrick geetars.  Art?

There they are.  Lots of stage presence.  And legs

     Conrad saw them earlier in the year when they were the support act for Public Service Broadcasting, and they came across as a lot harder than their "Dream-pop" classification.
     Anyway, girls, and the rest of the band, I have been to gigs at the Soup Kitchen and must caution you that the basement is an utter pit.  It reeks of damp and has the architectural ambience of the Berlin Bunker after the Red Army had been through it.  Also, the basement toilets are the worst I have ever been in.  Bring your own Portaloo.

Proof That Everything Is Linked To Everything Else
I mentioned PSB above, and what did I encounter on Facebook?  No!  Not a Suggested Post about log-counting software.  This -

PSB.

      - and the Smoke Fairies sing on the "Tereschkova" track on "The Race for Space".

O! The Irony
I know you're probably not keen on Conrad's social life, as it's rarely as much fun to read of another's enjoyment as it is to be doing it in the first place.
     Nevertheless!  Conrad was out on the work's Christmas do last night, which you will read about at length^, and was thus unable to post anything that evening.
     Being either duplicitous or conscientious, the choice is yours, he got up early to create a blog post consisting of the blog posts from 4th December 2013 and 2014.

It's - it's - 63 hits!

     And this is the result!  Not posting anything original results in one of the blog's highest hit rates.
     I dunno.  If only I could figure out where I was going right.

You What?
Perhaps I can understand why the Foobs proposed the below advert as one that your gifted author might like.  After all, there is considerable overlap between wargamers and log-counting software, isn't there, and you'd need log-counting software to tally how many tree trunks your freight car is handling, won't you?

Hornby Model Railways.

     Perhaps they should have chosen a different video.  Conrad, looking at this one, is minded of that Vic & Bob sketch where they skit "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay", going on about how repetitive and boring such an occupation is.
     You can say much the same for the rail arrangement above.  The train leaves the shed, then it goes round the track, then it goes back to the shed.  For variety it sometimes goes round the track, goes back to the shed, then goes round the track.  Being utterly anarchic - more so than killer potatoes - very occasionally it reverses round the track.


* No, no, not that Sophie, this Sophie
** The Moon's big.  It can take it.
*** Entirely too paranoid, yes, right, correct, no mistake - or would it?
^ O believe me yes.  Yes indeed.