Fission Chips

I  Know, I Know
It's a terrible pun, although it seems appropriate given the nature of things in the world today.  The Horny One has been braying, and The Fat Sulky lad has been prating, and The Metro has been indulging in hysterical hyperbole.  

A trump

Conrad, who knows more about thermonuclear weapons and warfighting than the entire staff of the Metro put together (past, present and future), shakes his head in cynical disbelief; really, Tomorrow's Fish And Chip Wrapper ought to stick to what it does best - print puff pieces about fifth-string "celebrities" promoting their latest television show, or using VERY LARGE TEXT to help fill up space with stock photos of single-name celebritutes your humble scribe has never heard of.
     Bah!  
     Here is a photograph of something altogether more pleasant and talented - Art?

Darling Daughter hard at work, disproving that student stereotype

     There you go, I hope that brightened up your day, because what comes next will probably not.

Wandering About Wonder Woman
Rather a martial theme today.  If all you want to read about are lovely floppy bunnies gambolling in the pastures WRONG BLOG.  
     So.  By now you ought to know that the film Wonder Woman is out, with a set piece of WW leading an attack on German trenches from a set of Allied ones.  Stirring stuff!

Yes, dear: wrong

     Also wrong.  WRONG!
     I don't believe the date of this adventure is made explicit, so just assume November 1st. Or November 5th if you wish, since Bonfire Night and explosions seems fitting.
     At this point in the First Unpleasantness, we are long past extensive and elaborate trench systems with duckboards and revetments and barbed wire aprons, because the conflict was taking place as a pursuit over open countryside.  I'll see if I can dig up a photograph.  Art?  <sounds of Tazer charging up>.

More typical

     The Allied pursuit by early November was being hindered by the fact that their railheads were now far behind the rapidly-advancing front line, causing all sorts of logistical problems.  The Teutons, very unsportingly, were running away faster than they could be chased.

War Of The Worlds (1953)
STILL no lovely fluffy bunnies.  Your humble scribe is watching WOTW,  and realised that the invading Martian war machines have a significant tactical weakness.  They use a force-field of bell-jar shape to deflect your Earthly weapons.  Nothing can get through this impenetrable barrier, right?

Ignore the elderly gent seen in the reflection

     In which case you pave their onward path with command-detonated mines, nuclear if you can get 'em at short notice, because  that force-field has no floor to it.  Then you wait until these Martian munters troll over Mine S3Blue, and you trip the switch.  BANG!  Scratch one alien craft.  This process would probably dig a great big crater beneath the force-field before disintegrating said craft, and might well cause the two following closely behind to fall into the pit.

So You Want To Be A Supervillain?
Yes, I am making a meal of this Dummies Guide to World Dictatorship.  I wrote the damn stuff, so you are just going to grin, bear it and read all about it.  Okay, let's rip -

Criminal Intent
Basically put, what is your goal?  "Crime" is a description, not an answer.  What do you want to do?  Start small and gradually work your way up?  Go all out for global domination from day one?  Rob banks?  Steal H-bombs?
     Decide!  Decide NOW! because it's very unwise to change rationale in mid-crime spree - for one, it confuses your mi - henchpeople, and two, it hints at a lack of conviction.
Remember Loki.

     Now, remember that you are not working in isolation.  There are other supervillains out there and your goals may clash with theirs.  You may want to blackmail the Mayor, the Joker may want to kill him; you may want to rule the city, the Cyborg may want to blow it up.  Given that you're supervillains, peaceful negotiation isn't possible (not with the Joker, certainly; the man's an idiot).  To resolve this you may want to send an anonymous note to the FBI.  Or the Justice League if you're feeling especially cranky.

Loki is more hurt by that crack than he thought he'd be

     I'd get this kind of malicious retaliation in first, as a pre-emptive strike, kind of do unto others as you expect them to do you in.

Right, off to make a pot of tea, and to leave you with the latest in BOOJUM!s dreadful puns about tea - 

Cupstairs Downstairs!
(and no I'm not a bit sorry)