You know Conrad: any opportunity to prevaricate, procrastinate and postulate is there to be grabbed with both sets of phalanges, and this is no exception.*
Okay, you may be aware that the Sinister Union suffered quite a lot in the Second Unpleasantness, a fact they never ceased to beat over the head of anyone daft enough to listen. You can over-egg the pudding, chaps.
A Ruffian desert entitled "Pashka". |
Well, they're not swimming, are they? |
Thus |
To spare your vision, let me tally that lot for you. There are fourteen jib cranes here present, with what people are supposed to believe are red warning lights glinting away for the benefit of low-flying aircraft. Well, they're not warning lights.
They are EYES. Sinister, alien, watchful, glinting, malicious orbs.
For yes, job cranes are actually alien spies in disguise (and I should know).
A little more subtle than these idiots ... |
1) Nobody ever sees a jib crane arrive on site in sections.
2) Nobody ever sees them being assembled.***
3) Nobody ever sees them being dis-assembled.
4) Therefore, aliens.
Know your enemy! |
There you have today's title. Just to mess with it's head, today we're going to give the motley porridge and toast for breakfast, along with some of my precious rationed Darjeeling tea. Psychological warfare, don't you know.
The Queen of teas. |
Now Let's Talk Of Wrecking
No, this is not part of a theme based around construction and destruction, though you may be forgiven for thinking so. After all, it's not a long reach to go from a tower crane to a wrecking ball, is it?
Hopefully, Miley Cyrus fell off in there |
Phil Spector |
Look at them - nihilistic! Anarchistic! Eukaryotic! |
How To Crane Your Dragon
There wasn't enough here to justify a blog title for today, so it's just an item.
For, once your Dragon has splashed down in the Pacific, you need to get it out of the nasty corrosive briny deeps. To do this you need -
More cranes |
Oh, and it looks as if Spacex will be re-using their Dragon capsules.
Erk. |
Good? Bad? Only You Can Tell!
I have to say that those baked beans which Wonder Wifey alleges poisoned her, were perfectly edible the night before, when Your Humble Scribe had plenty of them out of the very same tub.
Practically fresh! |
I refer you to this item's title ...
How Very Disturbing
Yeah, all those replica trench structures and bomb shelters and bunkers at Staffordshire Regimental Museum, and all Your Humble Scribe could think about as he ducked into each - for he is a great big fellow - was "Are there spiders?"
To Conrad, every spider is this big. If not bigger. |
"Where does "Perturb" come from in the first place?" I mused - silently, for t'would not do to worry colleagues at work.
Inevitably, it has Latin roots. Yes, Latin, the zombie language - dead but it won't lie down. Okay, there's the Latin "Per" for "Whole or completely" and "Turbare" for "Disturb", which were conjoined to form "Perturbare" and thus to Middle French and "Pertourbur" and then to that word we know and love so well today.
A couple of perturbations for you.
I assure you, those drivers are highly perturbed.
* I would have added "perturbate" were it not for your dirty minds.
** Arthur Koestler reference for you there.
*** I would have used "erected" if not for your dirty minds.
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