A Wrinkly In Time

Although That Is Being A Tad Critical -
Your humble scribe is certainly long past the first flush of youth, and  it is many years since his hair was anything but a steely grey, yet the skin remains fairly free from corrugations.  Apart from the forehead: a perpetual frown has made that look like a washboard.
     What I wanted to really concentrate on - yes, the title is from a quote - to concentrate on, rather than my appearance, was - from a novel, if you must know - time and what happened yesterday to disrupt the normally smooth-running progress of - will you stop interrupting with questions!  "A Wrinkle In Time" by Madeleine L'Engle, there, now be quiet - 

Now SHUT UP!
(also, don't bother with the film)

     I had to be up for 03:15 ante meridian today, to run Wonder Wifey and Degsy to the airport, which meant being abed by 21:30 post meridian last night, and thus no late-night reposting of BOOJUM!'s immortal prose/nonsense drivel* for your education and entertainment.  I did get to go back to bed once returned home, but my time is not my own any longer as I am now dogsitting Edna.

<imagine a cute picture of doggeh as phone is not playing ball>

     Hang on -

     Dog Buns!  It's taken 40 minutes to get that picture up there, thank you SO MUCH Avast!  And it's not like I can skip it, either - these are evidence that Edna is getting the very best of care from your tended-hearted/flinty-souled scribe*.     So you can see that my time is not my own.  Without going there I can tell you that Tandle Hill Park will be packed today, thanks to the exceptionally nice weather.
     On our morning journey we encountered Daisy - Art?

Daisy at top, Edna at bottom

     Unusually, Edna does not go potty in encounters with Daisy, perhaps because they meet occasionally.  And for all her size - a Bearnaise Mountain Dog is she - Daisy is a timid old girl.     Well, that's enough chuntering for an Intro.  Let us put the motley down in the cellar with the Mysterious Howling Thing and bar the door shut!
"The Expanse" Is Back!
Yes indeed.  This show is probably the best thing that Sy-Fy have ever done, and it's going to be a hard act to follow.  None of that 'Star Trek' utopian peace, love and understanding here, in this programe humanity takes all it's evils into space with itself, and invents a few new ones too.  Art?

The 'Rocinante' lights somebody up

     The thing is, I've seen Season One and Season Two in two long binge-watch sessions, and now I'm condemned to see Season Three one episode at a time - ONE WEEK AT A TIME!
     This is going to be something of a travail/torment/wonderful experience*.

"Carboxylate!  Carboxylate"
As you should know by now, Conrad likes to take a theme with some comic potential and relentlessly squeeze it for all the humour he can extract, until it is left like the drained husk of a human sucked dry by KILLER EELS! - the lamprey in this case.

The lovely lamprey

     So then, shall we revisit yesterday's venture into seeing how bad a Dalek your humble scribe would make?**

SENIOR BLACK DALEK (WITH GO-FASTER STRIPES TO DENOTE A LEADER):  So, Dalek 2719295555,*** you are up for disciplinary measures due to your behaviour.  What do you have to say for yourself?
DALEKONRAD: Well, I can tell you that I have a polyvalent integument of pertinaceous protein, which I did not inherit from my parents, as I was cloned in a lab, and that when I was but a puling youngster, the Clone Supervisor kept a close eye on me -
     <three hours later>
     - the Supreme Dalek did not appear to enthuse about my suggestion for a third variety of manipulating prosthetic, beyond the Pickle-grabber and Sink-plunger that we already have -
EVEN MORE SENIOR BLACK DALEK (WITH A REAR SPOILER THIS TIME):  Silence, Dalek 271925555!  SILENCE!  You have caused your previous supervisor to die from boredom!  What have you to say before we pass sentence?
DK:  You've got the wrong Dalek.  You missed out a "5".  So I'm not guilty by default.
EMSBD:  What?  I - I did not miss out a "5".  Did I?  <thin squeaking sound as if a tape is being run backwards).  O bum.
DK:  You got it wro-ong!  You got it wro-ong!
EMSBD Silence!  Plus there is only one vowel in "wrong" and you are pronouncing it as if there were two.
DK:  I know, I only do it to wind you up.  Oh look, a couple of escorts for you.
ESCORTING DALEK: Daleks are not permitted to make mistakes, EMSBD.  It's the plutonium mines for you.  Move!
DK:  Oh, before you go, I thought up another battle-cry -
ED: Don't push it, matey.
DK: No, no, you'll love it:  "CARBOXYLATE!  CARBOXYLATE!"
ED:  Hmm, it does have a ring to it.  Let's all shout it on our way to the plutonium mines, EMSBD.

A trio of jokers

*  Delete where appropriate
**  This is rhetorical, you're getting it whether you want to or not.
***  Yes, this is a different number to the one used yesterday since I can't be bothered to go back and check what it was.