Conrad: Musical-Hating AND Horrid As Well

Though, If You've Been Reading This Scrivel For As Long As You Should* Have Been -
You knew both facts already.
     Let me offer some evidence by brazenly including a reference to "Game of Thrones" that will hopefully boost the traffic stats, as they've been a bit slack today.  Art?

I LIKE this guy!

     We discussed the former assertion in that title earlier today, and as proof of the second, why, I was delighted to read on the BBC's website about the results of a ballfoot game today.  Apparently a team called The Everton have beaten another called Manchester Have United, or something like that - I'm not remotely interested in the actual game nor the clubs that play it, Pshaw! as if! - which has generated an enormous number of comments: well over a thousand in the time since the match ended.

A couple of the spectators.  That cat does not look happy, pal.

     This is great, since the levels of Ranting Spleen And Hatred will be off the meter.  I fully expect to see a couple of mutually-exclusive conspiracy theories rolled out: Firstly, that the Beeb is massively biased in favour of Manchester The United; secondly, that the Beeb is massively biased against Manchester Were United.  Then again, fans of both sides will be blaming the ref for anything negative that happened to their team, because it's a well-known conspiracy theory that the ref is in fact in the pay of <pick whichever team won>.
              
                                              The source of so much malicious amusement
     Then, fans of whomseoever lost will drag out how many honours they have won in the past, or besmirch the victors by alleging that they spent more than UK's Gross National Product on their team.
     All great stuff!  I daren't start reading it until after I've done the blog, because the temptation to see what venomous insults have been traded back and forth is addictive.
     Okay, normally the Teuton's language tends to bolt bits and pieces together to make very long words, but the fore-running 300 words can be summed-up in a single Teuton word - "Schadenfreude".  No, no, go look it up yourself.
     Now, motley, all you have to do is an 80 yard sprint, in those trainers we have soldered shut on your feet.  Yes, they do feel a bit odd - they're full of broken nutshells and rusty nails.

Very possibly a motley.

Sad, Impressive, Or Both?
Last Wednesday Degsy and I were both on late shifts, so I cadged a lift home with him in the Murder-Mobile.  This means not having to rely on the erratic whims of First Bus, it's drivers, roadworks, alien invasion or suddenly-appearing volcanoes.  Degsy also plays interesting podcasts, ranging from old 40's radio shows to Genuine Internet Phenomena like The Flop House.  We only get to hear 30 minutes of them at most, since that's how long it takes a car to drive home, as opposed to the 90 minutes by bus.  Art?

TFH guys.  Plus occasional cat.

     Anyway, Wednesday's podcast was from a pair of geeks I'd not come across before, and they began by spending the whole of our journey home discussing Which Order To Watch The Star Wars Films In.  That's right, 30 minutes on what Magnus Magnusson would have called a "Specialist Subject".  They came up with three version: One - the chronologically-released version ("Star Wars", "The Empire Strikes Back", "The Return of the Jedi" and so on). Two was the series' internal chronology (no idea about that one, sorry).  Three was watching up to a particular film ("The Last Starfighter"?) in original chronological order, then jumping to internal chronology.

42 years old.  Eeek!

     I would, at this point, usually pass a snide remark that some people have entirely tooooo much time on their hands, except your irony-detectors would overload and explode.

Conrad: Your Armchair Strategist Pontificates
On "Game of Thrones", of course.  The two living dragons ought to be given the task of taking out the undead one, for it's a fearsome weapon in it's own right.  Unless a whole lot of giant arbalest-mounting war wagons can be constructed?

An arbalest.  Note they have a slow reload rate

     However, that's not what I was going to suggest.  What we need is a small stay-behind party of excellent bowmen - or arbalest men - who are going to remain camouflaged and hidden, directly in the path of the Night King and his zombie army.  Now, we know that the White Walkers are very careful of their own skin, always remaining well to the rear so that their undead hordes take all the risk.  They also travel as a group.
     Given this, our stay-behind group wait until the range is as short as possible, then hurl their concealment aside and give the WWs a couple of volleys of obsidian-tipped arrows.
     Take that, Night King!
     Of course, that would probably end the series in two episodes, so I doubt it will happen.  But you read it here first!

Would you like a nice cup of tea and a biscuit?

Finally -
I know we haven't hit the ton, but not many people are reading today, so I can't be bothered coming up with another 100 words of wonder.

     Oh, for the curious: The Manchester United were defeated by Evertone, by four ghouls to none.  Something  like that.

"Hey!  I object to that!"

     Okay, now we're at 960 words.  Still can't be bothered to make up the shortfall (which takes us to 967 words, that have now become 977 - Conrad bows out before this becomes an infinite loop that reaches the millions).**

*  Nearly six years.  Five will do, at a pinch.
**  And at that point it was 991 words, so it's now OVER THE TON!