Still Banging On And Goofing Off

Yes, We Are Back To Atom Bombs
 - and "The Sum Of All Fears".  Don't whine so, or I'll trot out my monograph on "Forbidden Planet" and that's 5,000 words long.  Without any pictures.
     And yes, we are back to the supposed Goofs for TSOAF over on IMDB.  

The always excellent Liev Schreiber

One person loudly claims that the nuke detonated in Baltimore would need to be 1 megaton yield to inflict the damage it does on the Presidential motorcade; how they "know" this is open to speculation because we have no information on how far the motorcade is from Ground Zero.  Why 1 megaton was chosen is also unclear, except it sounds like a large number.

So is a Googleplex, actually

     Then there is the actual yield of the weapon when detonated.  "A 15 kiloton weapon couldn't inflict that level of damage -" blabs another armchair expert.  At no point is there any official confirmation of what the explosive yield was - we only ever hear this quoted yield on a news broadcast, and I don't trust some primped-up plastic preener to correctly estimate the yield of a nuclear detonation when their primary skill is reading an autocue.
     There!  I feel much better having gotten that out of the way.  Are you certain you don't want that "Forbidden Planet" monograph - okay, okay.
     Intro out of the way, let the motley wobble forward on it's safety-trike!

Motley, meet trike

Mucking About With Words
If you have been reading this blog with any regularity - and you ought to, because it's the only thing that'll save your descendants when my invasion force gets here - then you will be aware that Conrad delights in messing about with the English language.  The Cryptic Crossword, Codewords, Alphamuddle and BOOJUM! itself are all evidence.
     So, last night when I came across a Twitter feed entitled "FatteningFilmsAndMusic", it was too much temptation and I vented my creative energies.
     "Tell us what you wrote!  Tell us, O mighty word mage!" I hear you calling, and pausing only to wonder if that's sarcasm or sincerity, I shall.

Doctor Strangelove: Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Learned To Love The Chocolate Bombe

Blue Oyster Plate Special Cult

Saturday Night's Alright For Biting

The Lamb Kebab Lies Down On Broadway

Red Planet Mars Bar

Despicable Meat

Bring Me The Bread Of Alfredo Garcia

     There are more, but I feel merciful and shall spare you any further torture for today.

Sometimes I amuse even me

      - hang on, just got to check and see that - yes, phew, Ben Folds is still alive -

The Student In It's Natural Habitat
Here I would normally add in a stern warning about you regularly reading BOOJUM! but I've already done that.  Anyway, last Friday I - eventually - got to view Darling Daughter's swanky new apartment in the far south of Manchester, ironically in the district of Northenden.

The merry metropolis of Manchester

     I say "eventually" because I got stuck in traffic on the M60 for over forty minutes, crawling along at 22 m.p.h. before getting lost in Wythenshawe, thanks to a set of useless directions I'd written down.
     I've checked and DD is fine with these illustrations going up on the blog; for any burglars out there, BEWARE! for we have loaned her the Guard Hog for a couple of weeks*.  Art?

The kitchen
(Obv really - I mean, electrical appliances in a bathroom?)

     Then there was the bed frame, which I'd brought in the car -

So I felt a sense of achievement, at least

     That's the bedroom visible through there.  We also supplied a new mattress, because comfort is important in a bed.     
     Then we have the soon-to-be workshop with a wall cupboard -

Artisan jewellery ahoy

     And the lounge.  

Probably the tidiest it will ever be

     Don't worry about DD getting upset about my horrid captioning, she never reads the blog anyway**.
     It's quite awkward to get to, actually, going by a couple of motorways and Princess Parkway, but handy for Tom and his work with Dangerous Chemicals.
     There you go, Conrad now feels like an estate agent.

Now, about that 5,000 word monograph - I can put up a precis of only 500 words if you'd like -

Finally -
Remember!  The weasel is your friend!

So tying one to a stick - even if it is rabid - is a BAD THING!

* He was a stunt double in "Razorback" and "Hannibal" you know
**  The pain I feel, the pain!