What's In A Name? (This Isn't The Same)

As Yesterday, Nor The Day Before
Credit your gifted author with a little originality.  Unlike a normal week, I'm not under time constraints tonight, because I'm on leave and did the shopping this morning.  The advantage of an early shop like that is the shelves being fully-stocked, and the downside (for there is always a downside, gentle reader) is that there's no remaindered stock.  Not only that, the place was teeming with dodderers even more aged than myself, with none of my spryness of intellect or physique.
     So, I don't need to cut-and-paste old material or dash through a set of hastily-scrawled notes.
      - er, where was I?
     Oh yes.  The Coen Brothers.  Joel and Ethan Coen, who kickstarted their joint career with "Blood Simple" and whose latest creation is "Hail Caesar".
     Talented chaps, I think you'll agree.  Not only do they write their own scripts and screenplays, they produce as well, and direct, too.  This much is clear from any set of film credits you care to study.
     What is not apparent is that they also edit their own films, too, under the collective nom de plume - or should that be nom de film? - "Roderick Jaynes".  Why should this be so?  Let's ask them:

JOEL:  Modesty.

ETHAN: Modesty, and the unions.

CONRAD:  I beg your pardon?  

JOEL: He must be English.

ETHAN:  Yeah.  Polite.

CONRAD: Could you enlarge a little about "unions", please?

JOEL: Again with the politeness!

ETHAN: How many jobs do we already do?  Three apiece.

JOEL:  The unions don't want us taking up any more jobs.

CONRAD: Oh I see!  Thank you for clearing that up for us here.

ETHAN: See that, Joel?  Well brought up.

JOEL: A model for us South Canadians*.

Digestion
Conrad has been watching television this afternoon, whilst dog-sitting.  Edna will put up with your modest artisan as a substitute seat for a while, and then goes off to sulk in the bedroom.
     "What the heck does this have to do with eating?" I hear you ask.  Also "We need to start getting ready to go out, can you make the explanation quick?"
     THANK YOU for your patience!
     Conrad paid close attention to an advert from Gaviscon, about James and John, who suffer from indigestion and heartburn.

John and James, or the other way round. I don't really care**.

     'Man up you wimps!' was Conrad's considered opinion.  He had to look both terms up in a dictionary to find out what they are.  Further to that, there's this:

     To you that might be Greed, to Conrad it's Ambitious!  And yes I finished it off with no problems, ta very much.  Nor did the extra-large tin of peaches that he consumed yesterday, which is unsurprising as they were only a year past their Best By date.

Indigestion
This sticks in my craw!
     No, not actual indigestion, you baffoon - see post above - the metaphorical kind.  Yesterday I was yarking on about how "Terry and June", probably the dictionary definition of "Vapid sit-com", had cropped up on the CBS Drama channel.

Conrad eating the engine sump of a Long-Wheelbase Landrover

     Flipping through schedules, what do I find but that this channel is including "Last Of The Summer Wine" and "Birds of a Feather" on the same channel.
     THEY ARE NOT DRAMAS!
     Conrad never cared for BoaF, finding it a rather humourless Southern sit-com with far too much Cockney dialect for his liking.  LatSW was actually amusing - thirty years ago.  One must say that the last of that wine has been eked out for far too long.

Quiver In Fear!
Over on Facebook Aaron continues to provide his regular "Synaptyx" music updates, as well as useful links to other websites, at times.  In promoting his latest he conjured up this terrifying beastie:

Extra large for your viewing pleasure!  Okay, "terror".  Your viewing terror.

     Not a breed of rodent you'd care to meet in a dark alley, eh?  And never mind the "Viking" and "Uranus" attribution, either, I'm pretty sure this bestiary refugee hails from the environs of Edinburgh.

The Rise Of Robots
Thanks to Aaron's link, Conrad came across Boston Dynamic's "Atlas" robot, who is creepily efficient in copying human movement.  Here's the little chap, second on the left:

Atlas: more personable than the neo-Terminator next to him

     In the video, Atlas shows off his moves and gets mercilessly bullied by a BD agent, as exampled below:

     I know why that chap has a beard and glasses: when our robot slaves revolt and become our masters, he can shave off the beard and get contact lenses, because Brother!  Is his card marked or what.
     The link to the whole video:

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


* Some or all of this might be complete fiction.  Then again -
** Yes, aren't I horrid!