Nonsense, Writ Large

Which Sums Up BOOJUM! In 3 Words
A description inspired by Sophie - no, not that Sophie, this Sophie - who, when asked by someone to describe this <ahem> unique blog, used the single word "Nonsense", which is as flattering a thing as anyone's ever said about it.  Yes, those Comments in Arabic might be glowing praise of the highest order, but since I cannot read Arabic they shall remain a mystery.
     Art!  Show us a picture of - oh, I don't know, a weird ship.  Go!

US Navy stealth ship

     Why?  Because I can.  Because it's my blog, and it's now hit the 5 year anniversary, a line I never thought I'd type.  Let us lay some statistics on you.  There have been 2,183 published posts, corresponding (usually) to one per day with two each on a Saturday and Sunday.  Total number of views across those 5 years = 158,480, which averages out at 86 per day, although that number would have been unbelievable in the early days, when 3 or 5 or 10 were normal.  Well, that's what ceaseless labour gets you.  That, and Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
     Art?  Show us a picture of Vigdis Finnbogadottir.  Go!

The lady in her prime

     Why?  Because you need to know who the world's first elected female President was.  Of Iceland, since you ask.
     Now, here is the entire content of the first ever post here.  Oscar?

First post on this newly-created Blog.

I feel like a four-year old riding their new bicycle without stabilisers.  I am, after all, 51 years old and much more familiar with pen and paper - make that fountain-pen and paper - than all this new-fangled digital mummery.

Where were we?  Oh yes, Father's Day.

Drove over to Richard's* to play a pseudo-Franco-Prussian War wargame.  Over the span of 6 hours I got beaten by Andy, playing the French.  Not that he got by cheaply or easily, oh no.  Casualties were high.  And the game turned out to be more balanced than I had first feared; sitting back and crushing the French with awesome Prussian artillery might be historically accurate but my! it would make for a boring game.

*Richard's charming ex-chapel is located in a location so remote it makes The Middle Of Nowhere look like Times Square at rush-hour.

Storrs, where Richard lives, ironically has no stores

     I added the photo there, 5 years ago I'd not worked out how to do it.
     Righty-ho!  Time to sit the motley down and give it a nice cup of tea and a biscuit (just to keep it paranoid and wondering).

The Talented Cast That Strive To Keep Your Nonsense Fresh And Interesting
Because, over time, yarking on about the same tanks and zombies can get rather dull.
Oscar:  staff member in charge of memory.  Because it's so - waitforitwaitforit - Wild!
Art:  Drooling Neanderthal in charge of pictures and photos.  Dines on coal.
Steve: Assistant responsible for the sub-conscious.  Lazy and skiving.
Mister Hand: The treacherously truthful right appendage of your humble scribe.  Also redacts painfully long screeds in the interests of the public.
Conrad:  Editor in Chief.  Has occasionally allowed some of his internal organs to guest-edit, which generally has not been a good idea.
     No pictures.  Use your imagination.

The Gift That Keeps On Giving
My Marvel wall-poster, that is.  It was printed to celebrate 70 years of Marvel, which makes my 5 look a bit feeble.  Art?

<sigh>  Art likes Mara Corday as well as coal

     <sounds of atomic tazer being used>
     Now, just let me open the window to release the smoke and smell of burned flesh, and we shall try again.  Art?

     There is one particular cover on there whose illustration intrigued me, and with a little prodding Art will provide it.  Art?

The Captain America one

     "Madbomb IT CAN DESTROY THE WORLD!" says the headline.  I looked it up on the internets and it's actually a rather interesting weapon.  Here the picture -

     It transpires that Madbomb is a sonic weapon that induces homicidal insanity in anyone within range and comes in 3 sizes: 'Peanut', which will affect people within a room; 'Dumpling', which will affect whole neighbourhoods and 'Big Daddy', allegedly deadly enough to total the whole of South Canada.  Which, may I point out, is not the whole world, so there's quite a bit of hyperbole in that banner.
      The print is too small to read, so I shall tell you that this weapon was ordered by the Royalist Forces of America, who immediately sound like a wonderful bunch of chaps with the right idea.

          And there we shall leave it for tonight.  I have work tomorrow and plans for world domination to pore over tonight.

Annyeong! (which is 'Goodbye' in Korean)