Don't Fear The Creeper

I'm Cheating A Bit Here -
 - but then you're not here for scrupulous honesty and impartial reporting, and if you were WRONG BLOG! as you will surely see when we move onto film reviews.
     Today's title refers, of course, to that seminal track by Blue Oyster Cult "Don't Fear The Reaper" which I don't need to link to as you ought to know it very well by now.  So, it's an album track rather than a classic album.  So sue me.

Guess what "Cully Stout Beer" is an anagram of?

     "Does this have anything to do with Lithium Wafer Battery Design?" I hear you ask.  "Because that stuff's deadly dull."
     No!  I need to prod Art into action with a fork.  Excuse me - Art!
    

The Creeper in question

     I make no apologies for trying to boost traffic with a cute animal photo.  That above is Edna, desperately trying to convince your humble scribe that she's really only interested in his personality, all the while getting a little bit closer to the bacon butty, hence that title.
     Yeah, right, Edna*.  Good luck with that.

One For The Tea Snobs Out There
There must be some, the inhabitants of the Pond of Eden drink billions of cups of the stuff annually.  Anyway, Conrad - normally a creature of hidebound habit - decided to forego his morning pot of English Breakfast, and instead have a pot of the Jasmine loose-leaf that came as a reward for dog-sitting the Carpet Creeper.  Art?

     It needs to be pointed out that Jasmine tea doesn't brew a liquor as dark as your standard Assam or Oolong, even if it sits in the pot for an hour.  No need for it to do so, as it was very jasmine-y all the same.  What a shame there's no "Smell" function on Blogger!

     I realise that bacon butties and pots of tea are not rock and roll, quite; well, consider that you need a baseline to measure excitement from, before we move onto - hang on, we didn't torment the motley after the Intro, did we?  I know - let's put it in a wetsuit and fill the airspace with tabasco sauce!

A Nod To Our Description
Occasionally, Conrad reminds himself that you, the readers, may be expecting something along the lines of what our default blurb on Facebook promotes.  You've already had the bad puns, and we'll come to film posters on buses later, so have a NASA Astronomy Picture Of the Day.  Art?

Eugene Cernan and the Lunar Rover at Shorty Crater
(Photo taken by Harrison Scmitt)

     This is from the Apollo 17 mission, and was taken in the Taurus-Littrow Valley.  Please note the absence of aliens, Stanley Kubrik or rocks with letters.  Actually of note are the lunar mountains in the background, because prior to the Apollo missions, science fiction artwork tended to depict the lunar ranges as tall and jagged.   In real-life, they had been ground down by millions of years of meteor bombardment.

No, Art!  (facepalm moment)

BOOJUM! Reviews Films
This warning normally sends credible reviewers into the kitchen for a sustaining swig or two of cooking sherry.  Recall our rules: there aren't any, and we make stuff up as we go along - as with the rest of the blog.  Of course, we may suddenly invent some rules, because once again, that's how we work here.  
     Enough wibble!  On to films -
"Suburbicon": Conrad is doubtful that the suburbs offer much in terms of extended entertainment.  Tom Hanks covered them already in "The 'burbs", and Arcade Fire did the same with "The Suburbs" in musical form.  Bland hilarity, one suspects.

Proof

"Battle of the Sexes": Hmmm.  Is this SFW?  Not going to go looking for any pictures for this one, I can guess the smut that Google would throw up.  Anyway, women already lost the battle, ages ago, and they've been trying for a rematch ever since.  Conrad also suspects the decline of Western civilisation can be traced back to women getting the vote.  Oh yes.
"Baby Driver":  Colour me not impressed.  Is this along the same lines as "The Boss Baby"?  Which was one of the worst films of 2017, and the year's not over yet.  How can it reach the pedals?  Or turn the steering wheel properly?  Or even see over the dashboard?  Just what is the plot - "A baby drives a car"?  Tut!  You might have been able to get away with that in 1917, not today ta very much.

How can this sustain 90 minutes!

*  She got none.