The Taming Of The Brew

Oh Yeah Of Little Faith -
I bet there are some of you out there who didn't believe I could keep up this punning about tea (and coffee) for this long, nor that I would include one of my favourite pastimes as well - having a go at Bill Shakespeare.  Proof positive that Conrad has a fertile mind when it comes to insults and invective.
     I doubt that Windbag Willie would be able to get away with writing anything close to "The Taming of the Shrew" today, as the International Criminal Court would claim using psychological torture to alter a person's character is A Thoroughly Bad Thing.  Er - which it is, of course.  Although giving women the vote began society's inevitable progress on the primrose path to hell, in your humble scribe's opinion.  Back on my alien iceworld home both genders are politically equal; nobody has a vote.  You do as ordered or it's Hello Organ Banks! or Welcome To The Uranium Mines.

Ah, home!  <sighs>

     Ahem.  We appear to have strayed off-course somewhat, which is a constant occurrence here at BOOJUM!  You ought to be used to it by now, and it is valuable mental exercise.
     Tonight I am doing a bit of homework, by listening to Public Service Broadcasting's "Every Valley", since I shall be attending a gig of their's tomorrow.  It's a good album, quite varied, and they have guest singers on to - sing.  J. Willgoose Esq. who is the core of the band, does not sing.

Proof!

     Oh, by the way, this means that there won't be a new blog post tomorrow, since the gig is in South Manchester and it will probably well after 11 post meridian when I get home.  Sorry and all that; I may post a collective of previous 16th October blogging tomorrow morning.
     Right, now that we've sorted that out, time to put the hi-viz jacket onto the motley and propel it onto the construction site.
     
BOOJUM! Reviews Films
As you ought to know by now, we review films with a lofty detachment.  They are reviewed purely on their title alone, and that's that.  If you want a proper film review, there are hordes of boring conventional critics out there, although I will give Mark Kermode a pass, as he is a big fan of The Comsat Angels, as am I.
"Geostorm":  Conrad instantly lumped this one under that descriptive title "disaster porn".  At a guess there will be tsunamis and things exploding, and the Netherlands will have a torrid time of it, but Switzerland and the Scottish Highlands will get off scot free*.  Lots of CGI and greenscreen, which is where they spent all the money, before spending the final $48.57 on a script.

A geode.  Close enough

"The Ritual": Dog Buns!  How can these people remain in a job?  WHAT RITUAL!  Could you  be any less specific and annoying?  Conrad can - actually, here's my morning ritual.  I get up, wash my face, get dressed, re-post the previous day's blog links, hastily scan the BBC's website, hasten downstairs, pop a tablet or two, scoff a bowl of porridge and a couple of slices of toast and then head for the bus.  That's MY ritual.  You see what I did there?  I INFORMED my gentle readers.
     Bah!

Porridge noble porridge.  No salt and definitely NO SUGAR!

"Ninjago":  You're kidding, right?  Anthropomorphic Lego?  You're not kidding?  They're really quite good?  This is at least the third one that's been made, so they are obviously profitable?  Highly profitable?
     Conrad wonders what fever dream he is inhabiting if this is true.  Like all parents of small children, I am intimately familiar with Lego, because it is utterly unyielding and has very sharp corners and edges.  The first you know that your Darling Daughter failed to clear up all her Lego is when you step on it, usually in bare feet.

O Rly?

     Still - anthropomorphic plastic building blocks?  You're pulling my lego.

Well well, nearly at count already.  The benefits of having a mind that never stops working, fingers that never stop typing and a memory - hmmm, let's stop at two out of three, okay?

Finally -
Because we indulge in it here on the blog, "Etymology" is the study of word's origins.
"Entomology" is the study of horrid creepy crawly things.

Case proven

*  Do you see what - O you do.