Teed Off

Ah, I Amuse Myself.  Sometimes.
For those of you not au fait* with English vernacular, "Teed off" is an expression of annoyance, as in "Conrad was teed off, as per usual", and it's also a golfing expression when you add an apostrophe - "Tee'd off".  We'll come back to the golfing bit later.
     Let us return to Conrad, as he was indeed technically teed off last night.  After installing an Avast update, his PC promptly froze, then crashed.  Upon rebooting it froze, again.
     'AAARGH!' swore Conrad, loudly, looking teed off and feeling it, too.

Conrad, incandescent with rage

     Rebooting again failed to solve the problem so it was a case of rebooting again in Safe mode and doing a System Restore to a point before the update.
     'GRRRRR!' snarled Conrad by this point.  True, he'd had time to finish watching "The Marine:2" and most of "Captain America: The Winter Soldier" but, really!  A chap has limits, you know.

Still incandescent

     Okay, PC was now running without freezing, but although connected online, the connection wasn't recognised, not even after Restarting twice.
     At this point your frothing-at-the-mouth scribe condemned the whole world to hell and went to bed.
     This morning it took another System Restore after enduring another freeze before - Hay Pesto! - things were back to normal.
     'BAH!' exclaimed your talented typist, now back to his normal condition of sullen misanthropy rather than incipient rage.
     What is really annoying is that yesterdays blog got 100 hits on the back of a single post, so putting up a second might have enabled me to beat my previous best.  Alas it was not to be, unless you feel like telling all your friends and a few enemies as well for todays?

All smiles again.  No, hang on -

Today's Coincidence
I have dug out my three-volume history of the Grenadier Guards in the First Unpleasantness, and what do I espy in the Introduction?  Art!

Seven lines up from the left bottom

      "Lieutenant M H Macmillan" - better known, perhaps, especially if you are aware of British politics, as Prime Minister Harold Macmillan.
     Right, that's today's coincidence over and done with, let's not have any more thank you causality.

Clubbing And Drubbing
Conrad, being an idle soul when it comes down to it, is quite pleased at getting in two rants for the price of one screenshot:

What?  Why!

     Because, HOW CAN YOU LIVE! without "live macroeconomic alerts" sent to your mobile phone!  Frankly Conrad would not care less about live, unwell or undead macroeconomic alerts, and as you already know, he hates HATES HATES mobile phones.  So, IG, you are really not selling yourself.  Although we'll come back to economics.
     Cast your eyes over to the right of that photo.  NO!  I'm not talking about scarlet fever.  The golf game.  Since Conrad isn't even a real human, once again Static Topbrowsergames, you ain't selling yourself.

The Big Short
Nothing to do with Martin, who is quite small of stature, rather this film is about the banking crisis in South Canada that triggered a global recession.  It sounds as entertaining as the chapter on logistics in "The War In The Mediterranean Volume 4", which sent your gifted author to sleep.
     But no!  It is an entertaining adaptation of a book, and gently leads the viewer through the banking world, explaining as it goes along.

See bottom

     Conrad may check it out.  He looked up "Bear Stearns" and tried to read about what brought about their collapse, and couldn't make heads or tails of it.  Bankers, it seems, speak a language entirely separate from English, composed of equal parts flummery and jargon**.

"What Did You Do In The Holidays, Conrad?"
Some people have already asked this question***,  so you see there are folks out there who care a smidgeon about your humble scribe, which warms his heart.

A heart-warming shot of Conrad

     One thing I have decided is that I want all my Official Histories of units in one place, since I don't think the list in Word that I have is complete.  Here are most of what I got:

Ignore the cat

     The thing is, to dig out everything I have to move several hundred books from here:

     This means trotting up and down a ladder with bagfuls of books.  I did this whilst waiting for my PC to unfreeze yesterday, so I did indeed seize the shining hour.  There's still several hundred to shift, mind you, so no resting on laurels for your modest artisan.

And Finally -

An M-Class Heavy Cruiser about to end up "Inside the Doomsday Machine"
Not sure where the money-baited hook is.

* I apologise big time for including this yesterday and not translating - "up to speed"
** They probably spake thus back in 1416, to be honest.
***  Thank you Anna!