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Saturday 12 August 2017

The March Of Mars

No!  I Haven't Got The Month Wrong
Yes, your humble hack is well aware that it's August, and the height of the British summer (looks out of window at the leaden skies, pouring rain, swilling gutters and laughs a hollow laugh), not the month that comes before April.
     No, I refer to processional movement in forward motion.  Marching.  
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Don't laugh at them.  These chaps kick bottom.
     By "Mars" I allude both to the Roman god of war and the planet itself, because I like to show off how clever I can be.  What, you thought this was going to be about Gustav Holst?
     Here an aside.  Gustav, who despite his name had the blessed good fortune to be English to his very core, didn't compose anything about Pluto, because it hadn't been discovered when he composed "The Planets".  Since it has now been downgraded from a planet to a planet-wannabe, I suppose it would have to be struck from the suite, had it ever been included.
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Sad Pluto is sad
     Back on track - as you might guess from this afternoon's title, quite a bit of militaristic scrivel today, so if you accidentally arrived here looking for a biography of Charles Dodgson, Lewis Carrol or pictures of Alice VERY MUCH THE WRONG BLOG*.
     Okay, that somewhat snitty Intro done, let us venture forth and see what the quaking bog of Conrad's mind throws up today.

So You Want To Be A Supervillain?
On the other hand, if you are a keen student of How To Take Over The World, YOU ARRIVED IN THE RIGHT PLACE.  Let us finish with the final part of my guide on how to make it in the world of evil-doers.  To recap: last issue we discussed how to cope with getting arrested, and now presume you have been released.
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Like you, they, too, are behind bars

When You Get Out
Times will have moved on, especially if you get a long sentence.  The world will have forgotten you and what you did - let's face it, another supervillain will have come along and replaced you within days, so you're not missed.  Certainly not in the wider community of supervillains; "Oh good another competitor gone" will be the most they mourn.
     Now, the question is, do you go to all the bother of starting from scratch again?  Because, rest assured, the police, FBI, UNIT, Interpol and the Inland Revenue all know your looks, MO, criminal associates, probation hostel address, etcetera, so any crime spree you indulge in ("honestly officer, it was only out of nostalgia") is unlikely to last for more than a few days.  Possibly even less, if those interfering busybodies in the Justice League get involved.
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Must have been a - waitforitwaitforit - killing joke
     Fret ye not, for all is not lost!
     Re-invent yourself as a bad guy redeemed - write a book, go on talk shows (avoid daytime ones, though, as they have been scientifically proven to rot the brain), set yourself up as a counsellor for bad guys looking to go straight, get an agent.  Move to the West Coast and - go on talk shows.  Endorse home security systems!  Adopt a puppy!
     Congratulations, the ultimate accolade, Marvel want to licence your likeness for their particular comic universe!

Talking Of Which -
After a good fifteen minutes of mucking about with both phone and Blogger, I gave up on trying to post a photograph  that was relevant to an item.  What do I find today but that the "Insert Image" function works perfectly.  So, slightly delayed, here's that photo.  Art?

    Actually the Spelling And Grammar Nazi in me is picqued by that headline.  It should either say "The Hun continues" or "Huns" to be correct**.

Those items make me wonder - does the Marvel Comic Universe depict comics within it's panels?  If so, what are they about?  I know that Watchmen addressed this, and had pirate comics instead of superheroes.  
     Here an aside.  When the "Eagle" comic got relaunched in the 80's, they featured a photo strip called "Sergeant Streetwise", with the dialogue in speech bubbles.  I think we can stretch to a picture.  Art?
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Meet Mister Streetwise
     Perhaps Marvel's internal comics would be low-budget photo strip serials like this - "The Perils of Paul" about a home handyman who shoots atomic flame from his nostrils if he sneezes, or "The Perils of Pavel" about the only plumber with security clearance high enough to work inside the Kremlin or -
     - you get the idea.

Now to post and to eat toast!


*  Were you paying attention?  Charles was Lewis.
**  I am as picky as this in real life.  Bet you're glad you don't know me.

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