Serial - No - Cereal - No - Seary-All Killer - Yes!

A Title In Search Of An Article
Since the blog only seems to get big hits when either talking about BIG themes or radioactive mutant monster fish ("The Atomic Cod of Novgorod"), I've decided to go on about - serial killers.  Hence the terrible punning title.
     It could happen.  Someone is driven to madness because they have a gluten intolerance and can never eat Sugar Puffs again, so they go around with a tin of petrol and a bag of matches -

The weird wonder material Sprong!
Nothing to do with the post, just seeing if it'll crop up on Facebook

     Or not.  Besides that, why are we so impressed with serial killers?  Patricia Highsmith has Mister Ripley, there's that particularly wicked Dexter chap, and of course dear Doctor Lector, the Liver Inspector.
     They are spectacularly unpleasant people, quite horrid, really, a cut below you and I as average single-murdering type people.  Imagine them, sitting at their desks plotting and planning " 1)  Sharpen knives 2)  Check Google Maps 3) Plan ingress and escape route 4)  Work out police response time 5) Ensure boiler suit is washed and sterile 7) Iron ski mask 8) Practice crowbar on doors 9) Take a random card inscribed with "Ye Grimme Reaper" to leave at scene -
     Now, call me a hair-splitting pedant, but I do have to add a little supporting evidence for today's title, namely "The Exterminator":

No good at bar mitzvahs but a boon at barbecues

     "Sear" of course being an antonym for "Burn", and this guy looks hot stuff.  Then there's "Firestarter"

She starts fires

    That's about all the fiery-vengeance-vigilante films I can find, as there does seem to be a lack of people who lug flamethrowers about in order to commit horrible murder/clean up the streets.  There's a reason for this.  Art?

Not easily hidden in a hip pocket

Of course I may be over-thinking this a little ...

"Person Of Interest"
The future is here, and it's BLOODY.  Up to a point.  PoI is a television series which posits that a sufficiently powerful networked computer system can predict future events via mass observation of human beings.  It classifies these events into one of two types: 1) Liable to lead to a terrorist attack and 2) Just a humdrum murder.  The South Canadian government is only interested in 1).  Mr. Finch, who created The Machine that carries out these predictions, is interested in 2)  Illegally interested.  He gets a list of 2 - and here's the rub - to minimise the risk of detection, the output is limited to a person's Social Security number.  Victim?  Perpetrator?  There's no indication.

Let's talk about Large Scale Insurance Fraud!
Actually, let's not.  It's boring.  Instead, have a bit of MURDER!

     Interesting concept that would sustain a single season.  Since there have been four one presumes that there has been considerable plot development from the bare bones above.
     Jim Caviezel is the co-star and he starts off looking 70 years old with wild matted hair and beard that birds nest in.  Fortunately for him he soon encounters a razor.  And guns.


You What?
Ah, yes, roundly beaten at the Pub Quiz yesterday.  Although I bet no team got the following correct:
Q)  Who succeeded as President of Indonesia after Suharto?
Blank looks all round.  No idea from any of our team, nor from any others I don't wonder.

Indonesian politics is dull.  Here's Conrad attacking a Twinky instead

Did You Mention Birds?
Great Gadzooks it was cold this morning.  Clear skies, too, so you could see the airliners overhead, of which there were at least two.  Their smaller, feathered brethren were still busy making an unholy racket in the trees.  What the heck are they so happy about?

BLACKBIRD:  Good MORNING!
THRUSH: GOOD Morning!
BB: This morning's entertainment is late.
T:  Yes.  Perhaps Fatty's on leave?
BB:  That would be a dull start to - O! Here he is.
T: Ha!  Watching an obese middle-aged man jog for his life never fails to amuse!
BB: "Jog"?  I think you credit him with entirely too much agility.
T: A controlled stagger?
BB: Much better.
STARLING:  Holy Haleakala, him again!  You want to know something staggering?  I were looking in at the bedroom window and -

 - the bus came.


Bus Wait Rate
Conrad observed 5 buses heading into Rochdale on Wednesday, when the 24 didn't turn up**.  Today there were 3 buses and a coach that drove by on the other side as I braved the windchill factor (down to minus 30 you know) on my lonely vigil.
     This is just to re-iterate the Bus Wait Rate as being an actual***, reproducible*** and falsifiable*** concept.
     Now, the next question is, how can I make money from it?

First Bus spokesdemon demands a 50/50 split of the profits

Oh, yes, the Pub Quiz answer.
  
A) Bacharuddin Habibie.

Well there you are.  

* 6) has been left out as much too frightening 
** I do keep on about this, don't  I?  Well, whose blog is it!
*** Or it may not be.  I like to hedge my bets.