The EVIL Little House On The Prairie of DEATH!!!

Do You Think That's Too Much?
I mean, three exclamation marks is going a bit far, I admit, yet I wanted to make a point.
     Okay, jumping wildly, as we are wont to do, to "The  Wages of Fear", that 1953 classic helmed by George Clouzot - also remade as "Sorcerer" in 1977 by William Friedkin when he had the clout to do whatever he wanted, and is good film in it's own right, though it suffers by comparison - which Conrad confesses he's not actaually seen.  It's on my list of To See In 2017, okay?
     The plot of TWOF concerns two trucks full of dangerously sweaty and unstable dynamite that need to be transported across the South American jungle, to be used to put out an oil well fire.  Art?

Actually in black and white, so don't get your hopes up

     Conrad, no stranger to explosives, has to advise that dynamite that hasn't been stored correctly can degrade into all sorts of interesting compounds, generally liable to go off if you look at them.
     Those of you who sarcastically remark "Helicopters?" with a sneer and curled lip are probably the very same people who remarked "Eagles?" to the solution of how to destroy the One Ring.  Yes, feasible, in which case - a film of five minutes duration.
     "Blimey, the old fogey is going off on a grand tangent today," I hear you say.  "What does any of this have to do with the title?"
     I'll get there eventually.  Meanwhile, let's have another picture.  Art?

NO!  Wrong kind of -

     <Sound of Tazer charging up>

<Art gets Tazered anyway>

     Back to "The Little House On The Prairie", which is where the title comes in.  Come on, do keep up!
     Normally Conrad avoids this programme like a dose of bubonic dysenteric blight, as he finds it so sugary it gives you diabetes and weight problems.  However, he accidentally caught an episode today that mirrored TWOF exactly in terms of plot.  There's these two wagons of nitro-glycerin that need transporting from where it gets made to the railroad, each driven by a team of two, who have to overcome terrain and banditry to get their uneasy  cargo to the railhead.
     This being TLHOTP, all parties make it to the rendezvous without being turned into a cloud of earth and sawdust, which is a shame as any television programme is always enhanced by an explosion.  Transporting liquid nitro-glycerin, however, is an extremely dangerous practice in real life, and eventually after umpteen disasters the South Canadians banned it from being transported as a liquid.  Nowadays if it goes anywhere it is frozen, rendering it a lot safer.
     So - three exclamation marks, because potentially this could have been a goodbye to Michael Landon and perhaps a lot of Walnut Grove, too.

Like this.  Wait - what? -

Bodies In Rest And Motion
Not quite the title of a film, this title refers to Edna Wunderhund and her two modes of being:  Flat Out or Dead Stop.  First of all we have her leaping around with a ball in her mouth, desperately trying to get us humans - okay, you humans - to chase her.  Art?

The feet are mine.  Notice lack of chasing.

     The other mode usually involves using humans as furniture, your humble scribe being a frequent resort because his lap is large and normally unencumbered by a computer.  Art?

Mode 2

     This may look like me peering myopically at the pictures, in reality the captions were in a faint grey font that required sticking one's nose almost upon the page to read them correctly.

More Of The Giant Flying Mallets
As you should surely know by now, Conrad has a tendency to witter on about things British, and also the Second Unpleasantness, and beer.  What better than an item that combines all three at the same time?  Art?

"Bogeys on starboard beam at angels twelve, skipper."

     I couldn't resist getting this on the weekly shop last night.  Here's a picture of the real thing:

With humans for scale

     You don't get a sense of how freakin' enormous these beasts were if all you can see is them against the skies, so here's one with a few groundcrew added in.  "Giant Flying Mallet" sums it up pretty well.
     Right, off in a minute to empty that bottle into a glass and consume!

Finally -
Here we have a saucer made of gold.  Art?

Voila

     "Or" being the French for gold, so you could say that this was a - waitforitwaitforit - 
Saucer Or.

"Ouch"