I Dance I Dance - For 'The Expanse'

Oh Ye Of Little Faith
Did I not give the South Canadian television industry short notice to step in and save my current favourite television program?*  And they have ponied up; more specifically Mr Bezos, head of something called Orinoco or the like, who is also a big fan.  
     That's what the news media is telling you, at least.  There is another side to the saving of this splendid entertainment, which they have ignored and will likely not cover, and that is - Art?

<nonchalant whistling>

     Well, you all know by now what fond regard Conrad holds the sci-fi epic "Forbidden Planet" in, and how he threatens to unload his 5,000 word monograph about the film at the slightest opportunity.  It's really interesting, honestly, and I could put up a digest of only 500 or so words if - no?  Definitely not?  Not even if your wife, mother and children were being held hostages?
     Ah well.  Perhaps it was not to be.
     Anyway, a few years back the entirely unacceptable notion was floated around Hollywood that a remake of FB was just what the accountants ordered.
     Conrad got to hear of this.  Conrad did not approve.**  
     

Conrad, looking disapproving.
(Hard to tell from his day-to-day, frankly)

     The whole matter became a non-event when several of the suits involved mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again, although postcards sent by them do occasionally arrive from Ulan Bator or Tbilisi.  How peculiar!
     It would seem that this - how shall we put it?  "Sinister precursor" - has occupied minds in South Canada to wonderful effect.
    Now, time to slather the motley in butter and have it hop on a giant griddle!

It's The Capital Of Georgia
Tbilisi, that is, in case you were wondering.  Georgia in the Trans-Caucasus, not the South Canadian state.  Art?

Previously known as "Tiflis"

     This is a country with history that goes back a looooong way.  Their native alphabet is not the Roman one, and indeed looks like someone decided runes weren't curvy and sexy enough.  Art?

Tolkein would love this

     I bet when you rolled out of bed this morning you never thought you'd be introduced to a non-Romance alphabet which isn't Cyrillic, did you?  Georgia has historically revered the grape, distilleries and wine, because all of these were anathema to the Ottomans, whose boot lay upon the region for many a century, and you will find the grapevine as part of Georgian sculpture in a "yah booh sucks" gesture to those Ottoman overlords.
     We'll come to Ulan Bator at a later stage.
     
A Little Musical Critique
I am now daring to venture back into the lyrics of DJ Tiesto's "Light Years Away", having calmed down from yesterday's less-than-salubrious encounter with what was clearly someone under the influence.***

Don't you hide from me

And don't you erase

What we used to be

Yesterday is far away

I'm lost in space

     Frankly, Ol' Tee, I can't blame anyone for wanting to hide from a swivel-eyed ranting loonwaffle, nor can they be criticised for wanting to delete every trace of their relationship from social media, too.  In fact I wouldn't put it past them to have plastic surgery, just to be certain you never track them down.  And, for your information, yesterday is AT THE VERY MOST 24 hours away.  That's not long, unless you're a mayfly.
     "Lost in space"?  Now that's delusional.  You, sir, are not an astronaut!

There's a proper astronaut for you

     Ah, I do so enjoy unloading a bit of Atomic Bile on the unsuspecting!

A Bit Of Observational Humour
As you should surely know by now, there is no finer website for Proper News than the BBC, because it is British - automatically a plus - and impartial and unbiased.  It does have it's moments, though, and here's one of them.  Art?

Indeed, what does happen?

     I shall be succinct: you die.  What else did you expect?  And no, you only get superpowers from a lightning strike in comics.  Real life is not so forgiving.

Finally -
It is not 

< excuse me, Edna is whimpering to come into the kitchen.  It's probably because she can smell my fishcakes a-baking but I can't take the chance she needs a wee so ->

     common for me to burden you with my daily toil, although a temporary job that should have lasted only 4 months is still going after 10 and looks set to continue.  Probably because I take cake in.  Anyway, in a refreshing change from working at the Dark Tower, I am now able to work from home.  Art?

My workstation

     Screen carefully loaded to not give away any information!  Note the absence of any distractions such as books or comics or DVD players.  How diligent am I.
     It is also surpassingly sweet to not bother with the likes of First Bus in the morning and evening.  How they must miss me!
     


*  Yes I did.  This is a rhetorical question.  Now move on.
**  British understatement at work.  "Did not approve" in the same way as "the surface of the sun is a mite hot"
***  The influence of what?  Quite!