Consistently Inconsistent, That's Us!

A Sound Moral Compass
 - is something Conrad does not possess, and is profoundly grateful for his lack of.  Imagine if you did have one of those troublesome non-detachable consciences, that required you to live to a moral code!  Why, you'd have to maintain the same attitude and behaviour all the time, forever.
    Fortunately for BOOJUM!, you the reader and general entertainment value, Conrad's moral compass can veer 180 degrees within mere hours, or considerably less if there is a profit to be made.

Here's a photo of our office Christmas meal:

"Reserved"?  No it isn't, not with these three wild childs present!

     Anyway, after last night's decision to reverse the Charm Offensive (ZOMBIES!  ATOM BOMBS! TANKS!) I am reversing the reversal and go back to light and frothy  (Lovely fluffy bunnies!  Lovely fluffy bunnies!).  Not for any compelling reason, it's just that I've got some notes I made a couple of days ago and don't want to waste them.
     There you go.  Conrad: pracitcal, utilitarian and utterly without scruples.

Light And Frothy
Like a souffle.  Not a torte, I've tried making those and they ended badly.  It's rather hard trying to overcome 2.5 years of nihilistic* nonsense.  Let me show you - 

     Lovely fluffy bunnies!   Lovely fluffy bunnies!

     See?  No conviction.  No sincerity. No zombies.  Sorry!  No passion.
     On the other hand -

ZOMBIES!  ATOM BOMBS! TANKS!

     Sometimes it can be hard going against your inner cannibal.
     Here's a bit of aerogel:

The thin blue layer

     This is a working definition of "light" because it's mostly thin air, although it does have fantastic structural properties.  When you read about material like this it seems that your flying car is just around the corner.
     Frothy?

""World's biggest milkshake maker drowns seven"

"Salute Of Guns" By Donald Boyd
Just finished reading this autobiography of a young gunnery officer in the First Unpleasantness.  There was a most interesting section about the Battle of Cambrai, which is not actually named as such by the author; definitely a worms-eye view of the war.  We also encounter the Guards Division, whom this gunner's artillery brigade was supporting, and Boyd himself encounters the divisional commander, whom he describes as "a fierce little man".

Sir Geoff.  Which you were probably advised never to call him

     This was Major General Feilding, who shatters the myth about stupid British commanders of the time.  In 1915 he'd been commanding one of the division's twelve battalions as a Colonel and got promoted to command first a Brigade and then the whole division.  He knew his stuff to a degree, did not tolerate fools at all, and was quite happy to argue about orders with his superiors if he disagreed with them.

"Where Eagles Dare" - The IMDB Goofs
My triumph of pedantry proceeds apace.  Up to nearly two hours in, and the clandestine skullduggery has turned hot, with Smith and Shaeffer sneaking into Schloss Adler.  Don't bother trying to make sense of the plot, it really doesn't bear the scrutiny of an attention-deficient five-year old.  Now, let me post one supposed "Goof":

After Smith and Schaffer initially climb into the Schloss Adler, Schaffer puts on a cap and Smith doesn't have one as they walk out the door of a room and into a hall. Less than a minute later, both of them are walking down another hall, and Smith now has a hat similar to Schaffer's.

He stole it.  Treacherous unprincipled cad!

Actually he certainly did have such a cap, he wore it under his snow suit.  It was in his pocket all the time.

     NO!  We are not simply try - o alright we are trying to up the word count.  But don't you feel more bonded now that we've shared that information?

"Broadsword calling Danny Boy.  Broadsword calling Danny Boy.  The pipes - the pipes - they've frozen."

"Mordant"
Again, apologies for a word that just popped up in my head, although in fact it is rather topical.  In this context, it refers to humour, of a particularly sharp and/or critical variety.  I could do a search of my "First Bus" posts to illustrate this, but why bother?  There'll be another one along in a while.


"Saturnine"
I don't often try to define two words in one post, as one risks boring and alienating one's audience.  However, I was so pleased at my own cleverness that we have to continue.
     "Saturnine" means "gloomy", much like the weather of late, which has been so damp it ought to be called - get this! - "Satureight"**. 

The view from The Electric Goldfish Bowl

Ah, Me
You know how, when you turn middle-aged, your musical tastes mellow and you start listening to Sir Cliff and wearing cardigans?

     Nope.  Super Dry tees and The Mars Volta for your gifted author.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omdjeVwxsQ8

     This track would probably make Sir Cliff head for the nearest sanctified property whilst plugging his ears; "A Zed And Two Naughts" by TMV.  "No one's at the wheel, Saint Christopher!"

Your mellowed-out, slipper-wearing, Val Doonican-loving -
Ah, who are we kidding.  Big Fat Grumpy Grey Git

*  A real word and one of the few with 4 consecutive "i"s.
**  Boom.  Boom.