A Remembrance Of Things Past

No!  Nothing To Do With Marcel Proust
 - although I do give you props for knowing the English translation of "A La Recherche De Temps Perdu", which I have not read and do not intend to, as it lacks a) Tanks, b) Zombies and c) Atom bombs.  It does, according to various accounts, have 'madeleines', which are a variety of cake eaten by the M8s across the Channel.  Art?

Thus

     I've never baked them - a future project? - though I did pig out on the ones that Janice brought into the Electric Goldfish Bowl one day.
     No, what I wanted to go on about at length were more dan - excuse me - Dangerous Toys Of Yesteryear, when you could get away with flogging potentially lethal kit to small children, via their doting and misinformed parents.  Art?

He'll end up in a cast, let alone playing with one!

     This particular kit allowed young boys to cast soldiers, cannon and battleships from metal.  Molten metal.  Molten lead, in fact.  
     Yes, lead, that notorious heavy metal poison, which happens to only become molten at over 3000C.  As you can see, or rather not see, the sole safety feature with this kit was the length of the ladle's handle, which wasn't all that long because of - Box Dimensions And Packaging Costs!  I don't see any warning or cautionary labels on the box artwork about how dangerous inhaling lead fumes is, so - given that this Kollection Of Killer Kit came out in 1936, perhaps those boys who had been huffing Pb at the time were the scientists who gave us the H-Bomb in the Fifties?

Then there's this ...

     But I think that's enough mercurial madness for one day.  Time to lock the motley in a proving oven whilst wearing a suit of armour and see how much weight it loses in an hour!

The Spy In The Sky You Can't See With Your Eye 
Okay, okay, I presume you actually own two ocular identification units, that there above is poetic licence.*
     I refer, of course - obviously! - to the recently launched ZUMA satellite, which may or may not have blown up during second-stage separation; the details are a bit sketchy and the declaration of it blowing up might be a big fat lie, to prevent the Ruffians taking an interest, for ZUMA is a South Canadian satellite.  Or was.  Or is.
     Okay  JENNY LEAVE THOSE EARPHONES ALONE AND DON'T YOU DARE CHEW THEM APART!  (sorry, there's a glitch in the cyborg sentry cat's programming that causes her to chew the ends off earphones).
     Where were we?

No, Art, no.  But thanks for trying to help.

     It is postulated, due to the angle of launch and height of the 2nd stage separation, that ZUMA is a stealth satellite, designed and intended to provide real-time observation and communication about everything it's beady electronic eyes pick up.  If it did deploy successfully, then it won't just be invisible to the human eye, it won't be visible to radar, either.  This is because - Art?

Very Freudian

     - it will have inflated a giant balloon (process shown above), which deflects any kind of impinging radiation instead of reflecting it, meaning that radar won't bounce off it to give a return.  So.  Whether it was successfully deployed or not, we'll never know.
     What little we do know about stealth satellites comes from the technology test-bed project MISTY, which was also stated to have blown up on launching.**

No Phone Photos
I did take a couple on Friday that I was going to work into another incisive critique about the Enemy of Western Civilisation (First Bus), except my phone had mysteriously lost all it's charge, and has thus been rendered hors de combat.*** It's still charging up, so Conrad has no ability to upload his photographs, which - let's face it - is the only reason I have a mobile phone.  Which I have dubbed the "Devil's Digital Distraction", because it's true.

"Conrad, for once, speaks the truth."

     Well, today we've covered tanks and, if not astronomy, at least satellites.  That leaves only two other things to complete our Facebook default description.  Art?

Ah, I see, Art: a twofer

*  Even though I hate poetry.
**  I dunno, it's almost enough to make you distrust a government, isn't it?
***  M8 for "Dead"