Smashing!

Or, Some People Have Entirely TOO Much Time On Their Hands
I know, I know, this is howlingly ironic coming from your humble scribe's pen - a metaphorical pen at that - of a Monday morning.  However, this is one of those things that follows on from other things, in the way that one sausage is linked to the next one.  Of late we have been following on from the hideous torture inflicted upon the motley, which has led to the discovery that there are such things as mercury fountains.  Doubtless fascinating to watch, equally doubtless hazardous to health.  Art?

Sinister and silver

     There you go, BOOJUM! broadening your horizons. A little, anyway.
     I also discovered that there is a chap out there with liquid nitrogen to spare, which he uses in a constructively useless way: to wit, drenching things in it, then HITTING THEM WITH A HAMMER.
     Don't knock it.  If he gets remuneration from it, more power to his elbow.  Art?

     He also brutally deals with spring onions, lettuce and a can of Pepsi, the last of which is hilarious* as he repeatedly whacks the tin apart to reveal a powdery dark crystalline substance.
     Okay, time to throw the motley into a pool of <thinks> molten sulphur!

Yes, Another VERY BAD IDEA!
Sulphur only becomes relatively fluid at temperatures above 1300C, meaning that if you were to go swimming in your backyard pool full of the stuff, it would scorch the flesh off your bones.  Cost in this case isn't an issue, you can get a ton of sulphur for about £60.
     However!  One of the reasons for having sulphur at all is to make sulphuric acid from it, meaning that any moisture in the air above your pool is liable to rapidly become highly corrosive.  Of course, you'll have been cooked to death long before getting sore eyes becomes an issue, so that's alright then.

Molten sulphur tanker crashes: the terror of our times

     And just to prove that pools of molten sulphur are a thing, and I shouldn't have to say this but DON'T GO SWIMMING IN THEM! (the motley has superpowers that you lack), take a look at this.  Art?


Wowsers.  Sulphur bowsers.

Take Another Look
I'm about to watch the last episode of Season 2 of "The Expanse", which is quite serendipitous, since Series 3 is due to start in a week.  The television series is different in detail from the novels, meaning my attention doesn't wander.
     Now, cast your glazzies over this.  Art?
    

     This is the Martian Marine Corps Sergeant Roberta Draper, sitting and looking out over the sea.  Her life on Mars had been lived under a pressure dome, when she wasn't in a suit of combat armour.  Consequently she finds Earth's gravity hard to deal with, and having a far distant horizon also floors her.  What she went AWOL for, though, was to see the sea.  No bodies of open water on Mars, you see.  She also gets to rub the sand between her toes.
     So, no, it isn't just a woman sitting at the end of a concrete sewer pipe.

Look, Another Take
If the art of creating serial narrative artworks (or 'comics') is a mystery to you, then allow your humble scribe to elucidate.  The process begins with the artist pencilling in the outlines, moves on to the inker then inking them in, whereupon they may have colour added if being printed in the four-colour format, then get speech bubbles and lettering to complete the process.
     Here an aside.  Jason Lee (of "My Name Is Earl" immortality) played an inker in a film, the name of which escapes me, and he was always defensively explaining what an inker does.
     Okay, props to Brian M. Bendis, who posted an illustration on Twitter of exactly what kind of difference an inker makes to an artist's pencils.  Art?

     Four different inkers, four different Hulks, with variations shading from subtle to quite substantial.  Hi there, Jason!  Your character no longer need feel quite so defensive about his daytime job!

This Will Make Sense Later
As much as anything does round here.  Quickly - paint the windows with white paint, because that stops the zombies from spotting you indoors and yet allows illumination!**
     Okay, let us whiz off to Finland, which you might want to consider as a destination when the Zombie Apocalypse arrives.***All that low-temperature living means the walking dead are more kind of immobile dead -
     You would also be transporting your supplies by 'pulk', which is a variety of sledge that is towed by dogs, reindeer or humans.  Art?

Zombies just out of shot

     Because - of course! - thanks to the breakdown of civilisation, fuel supplies have stopped arriving.  Still, this is Finland - lots of trees to burn for heat.


Finally -
Because this will make sense when I post it on Facebook and Twitter - 

Here is Edna, busy huffing and puffing because, yes, she has a lap to lie on, but - NOBODY'S PLAYING WITH HER!
     Call the ICC in The Hague, eh?

*  Okay, it may just be me.
**  BOOJUM! - educating you and saving your life.  You're welcome.
***  That's 'when', not 'if'