Bread, Bikinis And Bombs

Ah, Three Things That Render Life More Interesting!
Particularly for men, as they tend to be the ones designing, manufacturing and then dropping the bombs in question.

The yellow band is to warn that this item is Dangerous

  Whilst they might not know the first thing about a bikini, they are most certainly aware of bikinis being about, even if pretending to have their eyes shut and especially if wearing sunglasses.  

Bikini atoll.
What, did you think we were going to post nearly-naked ladies?

As for bread, it has been described as "The Staff Of Life" and you can't beat a good array of morning goods.

More - a slice of life

     Now, I bet you're wondering why I'm posting such wildly varying stuff as part of the title today.
     The same reason as every day.  TO FOOL PEOPLE INTO VISITING!
     Also, it was inspired by a colleague at work today.  Anna and I had settled down for a quiet, serious, intimate chat (or at least I had, whatever she had planned) over our chilli cheese dip and noodles, until those raucous ruffians Tom and Russell arrived.  They were snickering evilly in ill-disguised glee* at fellow worker Domini, who had rashly decided to get a grilled bread sandwich in the canteen and thus faced a queue, poor lass.  Five minutes later she appeared with her hot sandwich - 

Wait for it, wait for it -

     Of course Conrad, ever up for a pun at someone else's expense, pondered that, if she had been at the seaside, she would have been Domini, in a bikini, eating her Panini.  This went down surprisingly well with everyone, so I have dared to recreate it here.
     "Yes, but the bomb?  The bomb!  Where does that come in?" I hear you prompt and pester.  "Tell us!  Tell us!  For we must know!"
     Stop harping on.  In fact, drop it.

Red Dawn Of The Dead
Bah!  My forensic deconstruction of this film continues.  I talk, of course, of the entirely un-needed 2012 remake of a film that was hardly a modern classic back in 1984.  I don't remember being canvassed about a remake.

Either stopped by or for a McDonalds

     Anyway, this bit can serve as a focus on bombs, since you seem determined to get your fix of things that go BANG.  If you recall, yesterday I described how the screenwriters had tried to cram in at the end of the film an explanation about how Sauron had used the One Ring to invade America from Mordor, overthrowing the Elves.  Or something.  

Aragorn leads the Company of - no, hang on a minute -

     Okay, the "something" was an Electro-Magnetic Pulse, a gigantic burst of radiation created when a nuclear weapon is exploded at height.  For once, it's harmless to humans, at least directly.
     Directly.

Bufo Bufo now comes with mutually-opposable digits and the ability to speak

     You see, unless anything electrical or electronic is specially shielded or hardened against EMP, it is likely to be toasted like a Mars bar in a deep-fat fryer.  So there you are in a passenger jet, and suddenly it falls out of the sky ...
     As I said, directly.  The problem is that to thus neutralise the entire Continental United States of America, you'd need an aerial blanket of nuclear explosions.
     You'd think someone would have noticed.

1)  Film screenwriters suffer creative dementia

Konrad:  Kwiz Klutz
Forgive the horrible Americanised spelling and alliteration.  What can I say?  I have a weakness for messing about with words.  It camouflages my ineptness at the Pub Quiz yesterday.  Art?

The ghastly evidence

     The idea is that the quizmaster calls out the clues and you add the answers into your circles.  If you get a line - which can zig-zag - then you leap up from your chair, quivering with excitement, present your sheet and see if the answers are correct.
     When I say "leap" I actually mean "creak" as your humble scribe was the youngest person in the room, bar the two young ladies serving behind the bar**.
     As you can clearly see, Conrad was a winner twice over here, except he didn't realise the circles could be in a zig-zag pattern.  This is where the "Klutz" bit comes in.
     Back to lunchtime again - Tom and Russ, not to mention Domini after she put her sandwich away, all wanted to know what the questions were, so I tried to recall what they were from the answers, as I'd left my actual scrap paper with questions on at home.  Your humble scribe managed this fairly well, impressing Domini with his recall.  Life (and skill) in the old dog yet!

Like a scorpion, this picture is small, yet terrifying

     Of course I flatter myself, but if I don't, nobody else will.

*  What our German chums call "Schadenfreude"
**  Do you see what - O you do.