Oldham: Zombie-Free

SO FAR!
Conrad reports: your humble scribe had to attend the Job Centre today, which is another music from a different kitchen indeed, and so I was on the lookout for any signs of the walking dead.  You remember?  In case any of those people fleeing from Rochdale's very own zombie infestation were already infected, although since the outbreak didn't happen this might have been difficult.
     The upshot was that your modest artisan didn't see any signs of the revenant hordes; there were a couple of bodies on a park bench, but then I noticed the empty cans of Special Brew next to them.

They could be lurking JUST OUT OF SHOT!

     Don't get complacent, folks. Remember, keep watching the skies*.

Life's Never-Ending Struggle
Allow me to illustrate the physical equivalent of the unceasing battle between Good versus Evil, Light versus Dark, or Your Wages versus The Taxman.

     Here we see Edna versus Laptop.  Edna cannot grasp that Conrad is carrying out a diligent search for employment, via the internet, on his laptop.  Hence it is sitting squarely on his lap.  This position, in Edna's mind, is rightfully hers and she whined fitfully until 1)  Laptop was put aside and 2)  She sat in lap.
     This didn't last long, however.  Mere minutes, in fact, just long enough for her to assert her dominance before leaving.

"Hypochondria"
Not something Conrad has ever suffered from.  Rather the opposite - "What hideous wasting disease? ha ha" and the like.  Still, if the first part of this word relates to the Greek for "Under", could the description of Conrad's mindset be "Hyperchondria"? I wondered.
     No.  It can't.
     Now, one of the worrying aspects of Near Earth Objects is - what?  You want an explanation?
     Oh very well.  Back in antiquity it was believed that the Four Humours generated human personality, these being Phlegmatic, Choleric, Sanguine and Melancholic.

Hmmmm.

     Melancholy was believed to live under a person's ribs, and the Greek for ribs was "Khondros", so now you know another item to order when dining out on Rhodes.

Yesterday's Walk
One of the things that Conrad dislikes is exercise, mainly because time spent getting sweaty and over-exerted could be better spent reading books.  Or writing them.  Anyway, as part of Not Dying Horribly Thanks To Diabetes, it has been recommended that your talented typist exercise regularly, which is where Edna comes in**.
     So, yesterday we went down to Tandle Hill Park, an excursion requiring a coat, because yes the sun is bright, yet the wind is cold, and there's a lot of it.  Art?

     This is she, straining at the leash, although the wind had a fair bit to do with the straining, too.  Nice weather for kites.  Then the hated collar came off and -

Inspecting every leaf

     She had a good nosey at the Rotary - er - monument? I think you could call it.  Art?

    I think you'll agree, this ball is too big to retrieve and play 'Fetch' with.

BOOJUM! Reviews Films
You ought to know how we do this here by now, though I will recap for any latecomers.  First, we judge a film by it's title alone, and secondly we generalise enormously, and thirdly I can break these rules any time I feel like it, because whose blog is it again?
     "A Dog's Purpose":  My my, how topical after that last item.  A film that appears to be a little confused with itself, no?  Most dog's purpose is to be a domestic companion, or a Daughter In A Fur Coat.  Others, although far fewer, serve as guard dogs or work with sheep or track down bodies.  Live escaped ones, or hidden dead ones.  Hmmm.  Given the rating, perhaps there won't be much emphasis on that last purpose.

A cat's purpose is just - to be

     "The Son":  Wow, another horribly generic title that gives your humble hack very little to work with.  Don't forget, with a world population of 7 billion, 3.5 billion of those are sons of someone.  There is a picture of Pierce Brosnan with a rifle.  He looks far too old to be called a "Son", frankly.

Pierce having a rest.  He's getting on a bit, poor old chap

     "Fast And Furious 8": Or, car porn for people with a very short attention span.  I know some of you must have been to watch this, and the other 7 previous entries, because THEY KEEP ON MAKING THEM!  And you don't reinforce failure, so these <cringes> films are knocking them dead at the box office.




*  For Near Earth Object impactors, not zombies
**  Yes, again.