BOOJUM!: Immobilised By Dog

Yes, You Read That Correctly -
And no, it isn't a typo - by now you ought to realise that your humble scribe is in fact a spelling and grammar pedant of the very worst kind, and if it says 'XYZ' then that's what I mean. PAY ATTENTION AT THE BACK THERE! No slacking off - you never know when BOOJUM!'s helpful hints about protection from zombies or how to detect hidden killer eels will save your life.
Anyway, that's getting rather off-track, so let us head back on 2770 and head for Relevant. As I said, immobilised by dog. In this case, Edna. Art?

In what she considers her rightful position

As you may suspect, Conrad's bluster about having a heart made of equal parts ice and flint does not stand up to shifting Edna from his lap once she settles there. This picture from last night shows how I was prevented - O prevented! - from attending Pub Quiz, because - Edna.
Her keen interest in playing games is also somewhat intrusive, because it's a case of "Edna feels like playing regardless of your opinion in the matter, human."* This means either chasing her to try and capture her ball, or tugging on a chew-toy for a good ten minutes until she gets tired or it comes apart. Art?

After 5 minutes, the old shoulder aches a bit

So there you have the lengthy explanation for today's title: immboilised and monopolised and sat upon by dog.
Time to send the motley down a 1 mile zipwire - backwards and blindfolded!

There Shchi Goes -
You know, by The LAs, featured in "I Married An Axe Murderer". This theme of punning about songs with "She" in the title may continue for some time, because of the Russian Cabbage Soup that I made, which is spelled as above and pronounced "She". Art?

The thing is, I followed the recipe, which has made enough soup for about 8 people. I've had two bowlfuls and there's still oodles left; it's not bad, you know, definitely helped by the caraway seeds, which is good, as I still have to get through another 6 helpings.
Next up - "Little Does Shchi Know"?

Who's A Clever Boy Then?
Modesty prevents your talented typist from claiming this title, so instead we shall look at that seminal sci-fi classic, "The Omega Man", so-called because he fondly believes himself to the The Last Man On Earth. Alpha-Omega, remember?
Early in the film we see Lt. Col. Neville emerging from his personal private showing of "Woodstock", and suddenly realising that (because he had to swap cars previously) it's much later than he realised. "My God, they'll be waking up soon!" he exclaims, and proceeds to drive at dangerous speeds back to his pocket fortress. Art?

This is the scene where he sees the sun supposedly sinking in the West before haring off. However! This is where the film-makers were deviously clever. This is actually filmed not long after dawn, where those tower blocks would be empty of staff or workers, and thus wouldn't have any lights on. It wouldn't be practical to try and arrange for all those lights to be turned off for hours and hours whilst the scene was set up.
Kudos all round!
But - even earlier than this scene, we see Neville driving around Los Angeles to a jazzy cartridge in the car stereo, and what does your humble scribe espy? Art!

Centre shot

Upper right

Not one but two working traffic lights, when the power has been off for three years, if not longer. One supposes that these frames, which last for perhaps half a second, weren't deemed important enough to bother covering the traffic lamps with a mask, or then again perhaps the LAPD took a dim view of that being done.

"Moonraker" By Ian Fleming
An acquaintance over on Facebook (hi Nick!) described this as one of his favourite novels, so of course your humble scribe simply had to have a nosey at it over on Wikipedia, since I've not read it myself. I may have seen the film, which is - er - rather different from the source novel.
Surprise! Art?

Not to scale

The 'Moonraker' is an Intermediate Range Ballistic Missile, carrying a nuclear warhead. I don't know if the novel actually gives a yield for this, but given the Blue Danube designs of the time, it would only (!) have been about 10 kilotons. What interested me was the fuel system used - liquid hydrogen and liquid fluorine as the oxidiser. This is a theoretically feasible mixture, and because fluorine is one of the most powerful oxidising agents there is, it would deliver a very high Specific Impulse - of the order of 385 per second, very close to the maximum possible of 400. Basically, this thing would go like stink, and create one, too, with perfectly ghastly exhaust fumes which would probably melt you from the inside. Hydrofluoric acid will do that. Mind you SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER if you're tied up underneath the missile's exhausts then what the fumes smell like is of little consequence, eh James?