Conrad The Killer

It's All True
Just not in the way you're thinking.  I strongly suspect some of you consider me to be a flinty-hearted killer, with the emotional range of a whelk, and all the tender feeling of an engine-block.  Well, yes, all pretty accurate, but no, I haven't been slaying your fellow humans, or even the revenant hordes.  No.
     Instead, by omission, I have killed off a whole bunch of Wonder Wifey's flowers.  Art?

The body of evidence

     Apparently, if it doesn't rain, these things need watering on a daily basis.  Who knew!  Not me, obviously.  Now, if WW happens to be reading this, as there is every possibility of her doing so, then I am merely acknowledging the crime, not - er - celebrating it.  Acknowledging.
     Now that I've put that behind us, let's move on hastily.

Mind Bigger Than Stomach
Whilst scoping out the 'Reduced' shelves at the Co-Op in Royton, I came across the following.  Art?

     I was intrigued, and since it was half-price, I got it.  Now the question is, what to do with it?  It appears to be a spread made from caramelised biscuits, the sort of thing that you might create an infinite recursion with - by putting it on biscuits.  One supposes that spreading it on toast would also apply.  I may Google for serving suggestions, as there aren't any on the label.

A Pother Of Perversity
You know BOOJUM! or at least you ought to by now; we change subject at the drop of a hat, going from the Plimsoll Line to Sprong with consummate ease, because linear logic is boring.
     So, there I was on Youtube, and up came a link for "10 Films So Bad They Pulled Them From Cinemas".
     Oh boy.  Conrad rubbed his hands with undisguised glee, then made a list*.  

Hands being rubbed out of shot

     And here it is:  Mortdecai; Swept Away; Seeking Justice; Max Steel; Mister Magoo; Delgo; Jem and the Holograms; The Garbage Pail Kids Movie; Gigli; Blackhat.
     I don't intend to check on Swept Away, as Madonna is a raddled old hag with unattractive teeth, and JATH sounds like a veritable tweener suckathon musical, nor does TGPKM tweak my interest, but the others ...
     We shall see.

Able to act better than Madonna

"Chaos"
This was going to be the title of today's first post, until I got to thinking about the word itself, and where it came from.  Hey, when walking the dog my mind wanders**.
     'Greek, I bet. It sounds Greek,' I said to myself.  Mentally, although I may have muttered it to Edna as well.  
     So, one quick check later and yes, it does come from the Greek "Khaos", meaning "Enormous empty space" which meaning evolved into French and "Primordial matter"  and the concept of disorder.

Close enough.  And a Pink Floyd reference

     "Fine," I hear you say.  "Our lesson in foreign languages for today.  And this is relevant because?"
     Because of what follows.

The Erie Canal Soda Pop Festival 1972
I hadn't heard of this until last week, and everything about it confirms Conrad's wise decision never to attend a music festival.  This one might take the biscuit as the worst music festival ever.
     A bit of background.  The festival got banned from the original venue at the last minute, so the organisers came up with the worst possible location they could have chosen.  Art?

Bull Island

     Bull Island is actually part of Illinois, but could only be reached from the state of Indiana.  Indiana didn't  want anything to do with the festival, and the Illinois locals were too unprepared to take action, so there were only 3 police officers present.
     Then there was the number of attendees.  The organisers planned for 55,000 and were gobsmacked when about 300,000 turned up.  Enormous traffic jams resulted.  Food and water ran short, the sanitation facilites were overwhelmed and - surprise! - it rained heavily.

Bull Island washing facilities

     Apparently the only things not in short supply were illegal drugs, which had their own separate market area to trade from - only 3 policemen, remember? - and which did a roaring business.
     Amidst this enormous mass of drunk, stoned, thirsty, hungry and grubby people were agents for several of the supposed performers, who reported back on the shambolic event; thus a lot of performers, didn't.  
     The end of the festival saw remaining attendees - er - burn down the main stage.  This was after several vendor's vehicles had been - ah - robbed.  Then burnt.

The aftermath

     All in all, just about a textbook definition of "chaos".


*  Lists.  It's what I do.
**  Not much different from the rest of the time, really