A compact yet telling Teutonic word which means "malicious enjoyment of other people's misfortune", and that's me, and then some.
You may be asking yourself quite what I mean by this, so I shall explicate. There is this game called ballfoot, which Conrad has absolutely no interest in, meaning I don't support any teams. However, the passions of true ballfoot fans when their teams win or lose - or draw, that's the other option - is hilarious to behold, most especially in the Comments section of the BBC's webpages. Art?
That one about Everton and Liverpool |
The Liver building, pronounced "Lie-ver" not as in the internal organ. |
Speaking of Manchester City - Art?
Manchester city centre. My workplace, the Dark Tower, at centre left. |
Now that we've donned our hazmat suits, let's chase the bikini-clad motley with bunches of Dendrocnide Moroides leaves!
Blimey Heck!!
I apologise for the almost Continental level of hysteria implied by TWO exclamation marks, but this is serious stuff. I refer, of course, to "The Umbrella Academy", and the ending of Episode 8 -
SPOILER ALERT!SPOILER ALERT!SPOILER ALERT!SPOILER ALERT!SPOILER ALERT!SPOILER ALERT!SPOILER ALERT!
- you can't say you weren't warned. So, Vanya turns out to be an hysterical, easily-annoyed and potentially violent possessor of immense power. Which she uses to slash Allison's throat open. The gal's not dead yet, we saw her eyes twitching, though it looks to be a matter of time, and not much of that either. Egad!
The six still-living Umbrellas |
Can You Cook A Chicken By Slapping It?
This is one of the more out-there questions posed to Kyle Hill, the presenter of "Because Science" over on Youtube. Kyle went into a lot of detailed maths about the physics of transferring energy to the chicken, ending up with the answer that you could indeed cook the chicken by slapping it at about, oooh, 1,000 miles per hour.
The kind of chicken we're talking about here |
However! Commenters over on Youtube suggested repeated slaps at a reduced velocity, say merely 100 m.p.h. instead, done ten times. Again, the problem is that you will once more have chicken confetti all over your workshop. Plus, I bet some gets into a hidden nook that you don't notice until it starts to rot and stink the place out. Also, ants.
Explode your chickens outdoors, dynamiters. |
If only Mythbusters were still running ...
Oh, I see someone already invented just such an infernal engine |
Ooops
Sorry, just been over on the "Space Opera" site on Facebook, where I just had to stick my oar in about futurologist Gerry Anderson's "UFO" series. There are several lines of defence against intruding UFOs, you see, which I just had to detail. First line are the Interceptors launched from Moonbase, each mounting a multi-megaton nuclear missile. Art?
<insert insanely catchy theme tune here> |
Moonbase itself has some tracked missile-launchers for close-in defence. Art?
Eat missile, you dirty curs! |
Small, but bristling with ordnance |
Dubious engineering, but undeniably cool |
Airlifted to location |
Wow, I never intended to type one word about "UFO", and here I am going on at length about it! As you may have guessed, I rather liked it, despite (or possibly because!) my parent's sniffy dismissal of it.
And with that, we are done. Toodle Pip!
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