"Jet-Propelled Upwards On Raving Feet"

Yes You Read That Correctly
It may interest you - then again it may not, but it's my blog and you're getting the big picture anyway - to know that on occasion Conrad receives creative input via his subconsicous.
     Oscar, as we here at BOOJUM! have dubbed him, has to be treated with a little circumspection when he throws up ideas or words.  Yesterday's example of "Avoirdupois" is a case in point.  Conrad has no idea why this word popped up into his intellect, which is a common theme here when dealing with words.

Maybe not raving.
You can't deny they're feet, however.

     Anyway, that's during waking hours.  After coming-to from an extensive night's dreaming, Conrad has had a surge of inspiration or two, sufficient enough for him to now keep pen and paper next to the bed in order to write down these gems when they arrive.
     As he did this morning when that title popped into his head.  It seems to have two parts to it, the quite sensible stuff about rockets, and then the baffling bit about feet, raving ones at that.  How can feet rave?
     "Raving Feet".  Quite evocative, don't you think?  Could be a track by the Hank Marvin Guitar Syndicate.
     Right, that's enough about Oscar-generated nonsense.  Let the motley begin!


More Of Mass Weapons Stash
If you read the blog yesterday you'll now have a worrying insight into how keenly interested* Conrad is in guns.  At this very moment there are two tomes about guns and weapons sitting near his feet, purely for research purposes you understand.
     All that aside, I appear to have dug up a couple of photos of the huge private collection of firearms amassed by a chap.  Art?

Not to be sneezed at!

     This is just a small selection.  That policelady is cradling what appears to be a single-use anti-tank rocket launcher, in the firing position, so hopefully it's either been fired and is empty, or she's not going to sneeze anytime soon.
     For the weapons pedants who might be listening, that gun on the trolley is a Calico.  It looks very futuristic, and it mounts a 50 round magazine, yet it's apparently utter rubbish.  I've seen a Youtube presentation of a brand-new model jamming after every shot.
     To the left of the rocket launcher we see what appears to be a Uzi with a suppressor added, which makes it extra-specially illegal.  On the right there's an FN FAL and an L86A2, the first of which fires a round that will go through a house, the second of which can perforate you with 30 bullets in 2.56 seconds.
     Oh, and here's a photo of the ammunition matey squirreled away:

I can feel your mind boggling

     Kind of reminds you of that hoarding farmer in "Hot Fuzz", doesn't it?

You What?
Aaand once again the Facebook Foobs manage to generate a "Suggested Post" that simultaneously baffles and annoys your humble scribe.  Art?  Bring on Exhibit A.

     Okay.  What?  What on earth are these people smoking, snorting or drinking that they come up with this drivel?  I can do better, and do, and do it for free**.  "The next pig thing" indeed!
     That's my first gripe.  My second is that this appears to be from Ford, who make cars.  You can't pull the wool over my eyes on that - they make cars.  Cars.  C.A.R.S.  So what does that have to do with piglets?  Little pigs?  Porcinettes?  I suppose you could say that a car has a grille, and you could put a - but that would get me into trouble with Anna.
     My third gripe is this silly "Unlearn" concept.  "Unlearn Pets".  How can one unlearn about our domestic animal companions?  

     That's Edna, huffily condescending to use Conrad as a cushion.  Do these people - this is stringing the concept out madly although it does up the word count - do they imply that one needs to relearn the concept of what makes a pet, using a piglet as an example?  If so they could have chosen a better animal***.  What's that?  Why?

Because - this.

     Because cute ikkle piglets grow up into monstrous pigs that weigh 300 pounds, and would you really want one of these trying to use you as a cushion?
     And I still don't see the car connection.

Unless - 

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* Or morbidly obsessed.  The two are quite close
** Of course, if you were to generously donate a little something, it wouldn't go amiss ...
*** Like a weasel!