More Missilery!

If That Wasn't A Word Before - 
 - it is now!  For yes, we are back to that icon of Fifties film production, "The Flying Missile", or, as the poster tagline would have it, "The Bomb That Stalks It's Prey!"
     Actually I can't remember if they put an apostrophe in there.  Let me go check, or my Spelling And Grammar Nazi Gland will not leave me in peace -

Gasp!  No apostrophe!

     Not only that, the poster does not depict the "Loon" missile properly.  I'm not going to put a picture of the Loon here, you should already be familiar with it thanks to reading BOOJUM! earlier in the week.  You did read BOOJUM! earlier in the week, didn't you?  Didn't you!
     Here an aside.  I would like to point out that Kenneth Tobey has a small role as one of the fictional submarine's (see?  Apostrophe!) crewmen.

Our Ken's craggy, rough-hewn visage.

     You, of course, will be familiar with him from "The Thing From Another World", and if you're not, then go get familiar.  Or there will be ... trouble.*
     Anyway, this is all very well, but not what I wanted to talk about.  You see, the hero of our titular film, Commander Talbot, has the ingenious idea of using piquet submarines forward of his location (and on the surface), to guide a Loon missile launched from his submarine onto target, by means of radio signals.  Art?

ATTENTION!  ATTENTION!  LOON ON DECK!

     This is because he is out of range of the target Orange fleet.  So, he's launching his missile blind, aware that other submarines are wholly-sighted and able to finish the missile delivery.
     Okay, Art, meet Life.
     But first, we must see how far these Jet-Propelled Rocket Pants will carry the motley and if it can get clear to the other side of the Grand Canyon!

I am not sure what to say here.

     If Shelli is reading this at some point in the future - er - well, I have to say - ah - it does get better.  Also, invite your friends.  I can't - not got any.

Bitten By The Coincidence Hydra  - AGAIN!
This is a disturbingly regular post.  I still remember walking past a van that had the logo "Broderick's" on the side, whilst earlier that morning I had been reading "Gravity's Rainbow" where the protagonist's dad is called - Broderick.
     Anyway, there I was, watching Youtube and Whatculture, a video about 8 films with ambiguous endings you can work out for yourself.  What did they mention but "Bladerunner" and the 1992 cut.  Art?

A touch obscure.  Allow me - an origami unicorn.

     This is actually critically important, referencing an earlier image of a unicorn as seen in a dream.  Which is where things start to get a little weird round the edges.  "Dream", eh?  Who was the keyboard player in D:ream?  Why, none other than Professor Brian Cox.  Okay, ten minutes after watching the above, I am randomly watching none other than - Professor Brian Cox in an appearance on "Conan".

Excuse me whilst I go Tazer Art into a stupor -

     WHAT TEE-SHIRT DESIGN IS HE WEARING!

Origami unicorn, anyone?

     There is a lesson to be learned from this, which is - if the Universe is out to get you, then you are right royally nailed.  Maybe even Rawlplugged.  But, because we here at BOOJUM! are ever vigilant on the SFW front, never ever scr

It's A Gas
Technically, it's a chemical warfare agent.  For Lo!  We are talking about Hydrogen Cyanide, one of the nastier and more effective CW agents out there, except not as a gas.  It is lighter than air, you see, so if the eeeevil Rotwangs were to use it on the saintly Frankensteins, it would rapidly ascend to the heavens and not be a problem, except for high-flying birds.

Sorry.

     Now, I am parroting the words of wiser men that I, and one in particular, namely that proper historian and author Dave Lister -

http://overlord-wot.blogspot.com/

     - who came up with some remarkable research about Perfidious Albion's (see?  Apostrophe!) development of chemical weapons using said HCn as filling.  Here I should point out that HCn when inhaled or ingested will kill you in seconds; you do not get the option of a long, tearful goodbye filled with aphorisms and good advice; you just get on with the business of dying.
     Overlord (his pseudonym as mine is "Conrad") described a Hydrogen Cyanide throwing device similar to a flamethrower, except that this particular battlefield scourge threw a thickened solution of Liquid Death.  The idea was to use it on tanks, because nothing says "Anti-tank" like Hydrogen Cyanide.

This also works
(Note Hotchkiss MG in foreground)

     Like all things Chemical Warfare-related in the Second Unpleasantness, this horribly handy idea never got beyond the prototype stage, for which all concerned must be grateful, as one can only imagine being told by a superior officer to "Go tootle about in yon abandoned Teuton tank" which would be hotching with HCn.

Conrad Continues To Be Ghastly**
As mentioned above, Hydrogen Cyanide is a horribly effective form of poison.  Gold is soluble in a solution of cyanide, and the resultant slurry is used to paint gold lettering on monumental masonry, where the cyanide solution evaporates, leaving only the gold lettering.  This chemical fact has left enormous tracts of countryside utterly dead, thanks to the run-off from gold-mining.
     Anyway, this has nothing to do with "The Satan Bug", which I have been watching on Youtube, in an entirely Legal And Not Remotely Pirated version.  Art?

E Lab. 
(Or, as they say in Yorkshire, "Eeee, lad."

     The thing is, their second rank Agent Of Death, botulinus, appears to be as instantly effective as HCn.  You breathe it in, or get it splashed on your skin and 30 seconds later it's Goodbye Vienna.  This sounds rather - well - "It's In The Script" to me.  I shall investigate further and let you know.

     Oh!  And we're at the end.  Goodbye!

*  Nicked from "Robocop".
**  And also a pedant.