Sentient Seaweed Sandwichese

No!  Good Heavens, Not Literally!
What do you people think of me - er - yes, well actually that question need never be answered, pretend it was only rhetorical and move swiftly along - O look! A flying saucer! - I am merely continuing with the strand of recent nonsense headlines for posts, which includes "Napalm Trees", followed by "Killer Bees" and could not help but finish with something equally daft that rhymes.  Also, alliteration.  Art?

A litter Asian.  Close enough.

     Some of you out there whose native language is not English <hangs head in sympathy for all of five seconds> might struggle with that.  Ha!  Actually some of you out there whose native language is English might struggle - Conrad is minded of what Mandy once pronounced about BOOJUM! - "Sometimes, Rob, I have no idea what you're on about."*
     Anyway, onwards and upwards!  (The official motto of moles).  Art?

That there seaweed is sentient, see?  And it's inside and outside the pipe, see?  So - it's a sandwich, sea?

     Note, if you will, that The Doctor always carries a stethoscope.
     Having probably hit the Safe Pun Limit for this few words, I think we'd better push the motley into those dangerous South American river waters, whilst wrapped in bacon rind and slathered in goose fat.**

Some People Have ENTIRELY Too Much Time On Their Hands ...
Yes, I am aware that I am risking an overload of the Internet Irony Meter, but I couldn't resist (yes I am weak - pray for me).
     Okay, allow Art to upload a picture for you.  Art?

Chris Hadfield, left; Adam Savage, right.

     That there on the right is Adam of 'Mythbusters' fame, partnered by British Canadian ex-astronaut and shuttle commander Chris - stellar bloke.***  Seriously, check out his presence on Youtube.
     The two are at San Diego Comic Con, where Adam has a tradition of circulating amongst the unsuspecting masses thanks to costume/uniform/disguise.  This time, to spoof audiences further, he paired with Chris.  Not only that, Adam built a functioning coolant system into his copy of the 'Clavius' spacesuits from "2001" because last year he nearly got heatstroke in his disguise.  This is no shoddy jury-rigged system, either; it uses a pack of ice that circulates water via a set of tubes that are sandwiched between layers of fabric.  See what I mean about too much time?  Art!

The end result

     Impressively incognito, eh?  And a true measure of - well, of something.  Dedication, craftsmanship or being independently wealthy and not needing to work for a living.
You What?
At about the same time that the phrase "moon pool" popped into my head, so did the word "Credenza", because - er - because - okay, I have no idea.  There.  I admit it.
     The fact that I remembered enough to put it down here is a matter of some wonder, because it popped into head whilst I was walking Edna, meaning no chance to make a note, not even of the meanest scrawl.
     "It sounds dangerous and exotic," I mused.  "Either an order of martial Brazilian monks, or a torture instrument of the Spanish Inquisition."  Art?

Quite monk-y

     Try again, you Neaderthal numpty!  The atomic Tazer is charging up as we speak -

A Credenza.  Perhaps.

     When I Googled to see what one was, whilst at home because reality might Not Be Safe For Work, the truth was underwhelmingly mundane.  It's a piece of furniture, frequently used for the presentation of a buffet meal.  Art?

Bah!

     Reality, you are boring!

I Know Who To Blame!
There's an interesting sidebar on the Beeb's website, asking the leading question of why Rome's buses keep catching fire.  Between 2017 and this year, 31 public service vehicles have done a good impersonation of a mobile bonfire, fortunately without anyone being injured.  Art?

Bring your own marshmallows

     The first and most obvious answer is KILLER EELS!  KILLER EELS - THEY HATE THINGS WITH WHEELS!  AND RUBBER THAT SQUEALS! <Mister Hand intervenes to prevent what could go on for a very long time or until English runs out of words that rhyme with "Eels">
     The second and much more reasonable explanation is that these are previously-owned buses, sold off cheap by their British vendor because they were on the verge of explosive decomposition.  And who would that vendor be?
     Why, none other than First Bus ...

You're not entirely off the hook***, matey, so stop looking so smug.

*  Sometimes, neither have I.
**  Because piranhas are so over-rated, right?  And goose fat is great for your roast potatoes.  Your cholesterol - not so much.
***   Do you see what - O you do