When Cherry Met Killy

Nope
If you were looking for Good Taste, then you have the wrong blog entirely.  We shall get to that title shortly.
     Okay, let's get today's Daily Dog Discursion over first thing, since the anticipated audience lacks any patience at all.
     Today is about the polar (literally!) opposite of yesteryon, which was disgustingly windy, wet, rainy and cold.  Today is bright and warm and sunny, which the refugees outside must appreciate.  So here's a photo of Edna gambolling beneath the cherry trees.  Art?

     Or is it cavorting?  She enjoyed it, anyway - perhaps it was a jaunt? - and we positively dawdled along, unlike yesterday's brisk and businesslike saunter.  Tandle Hill Road's cherry trees are all in bloom at present, which at some points on our walk means the ground resembles the aftermath of a pink snowstorm.  Art?

Pink the theme

     Naturally, Your Humble Scribe's mind runs on unconventional lines, so the first thing that came to mind when viewing this scene was the Japanese kamikaze rocket-plane "Ohka".  This didn't pop up in the mental landscape at random, since "Ohka" is Japanese for "Cherry Blossom", and is as inappropriate a name for a weapon as you can imagine.  I mean, the V1 wasn't nicknamed "My Little Pony", was it?  Nor the V2 "Barney's Wonder Wand Of Wibble".  Nor the <Mister Hand mercifully redacts another thirty-seven silly examples of silliness>.

The article in question

     This unpleasant little article carried over a ton of high explosive in the forward fuselage, and was powered by three solid rocket boosters.  It would be carried towards the target by a bomber, since it only had about a 20 mile range, then be released to glide closer, until the pilot fired up the rockets and hit Mach One (just) and possibly his target.  No, he didn't bale out or otherwise escape, he rode the rocket bomb down to impact.

En route

     Despite the sheer horridness of said concept, the Ohka didn't actually cause that much damage, because it had to be carried close to target by a lumbering, vulnerable bomber, which the South Canadians were quite adept at shooting down.  So it was rare for the Cherry Blossom flying bomb to get into the kill zone.
     So there you go, that's how today's first post got it's name.*
     Motley!  Today we wrap you in a tinfoil suit and drop you into a pool full of Stargazer fish.  You know, the ones that can electrocute their prey before ripping apart with their fang-filled mouths.

Possibly the motley ten minutes later

Avengers: Infinity War
SPOILER ALERT!

I know this fillum dates from last year, and those who wanted to see it probably already have, yet there may still be some of you out there who are idly waiting for it to fall onto Netflix or summat.  So, once again, 

SPOILER ALERT!



     Okay, so Thanos - who probably sees himself as the slandered good guy here - snaps his fingers and immediately reduces the universe's population by half as they turn to dust.  

Stop gawping, Chin-boy.  It's design is, frankly, rather tacky.

This is supposedly to prevent things getting a bit unpleasant thanks to over-population.  Which seems to have been worked out by a bit of back-of-fag-packet calculations, to be honest, since we never hear or see any kind of rationale apart from Chinny declaring it to be so.
     Conrad's also prettttty sure that the universe will repopulate back up to original levels with surprising speed, as the overall population is at 50% already.
     The big surprise is how many of the superheroes won't be there to help with the repopulation process - and we're not going there as this blog still remains SFW - because they got turned to dust.  Or just killed outright.  Loki clocks it early on, as does Heimdall, and Gamora.  There's a long list of those who get 'dusted' - all because that idiot Quill couldn't hold still for 5 seconds - Vision, Bucky, Scarlet Witch, Falcon (who was a rubbish superhero anyway), Black Panther, Nick Fury, Groot, Peter Quill (and serves him right!), Drax, Mantis, Spiderman and Doctor Strange.
     That's an awful lot of dead superheroes.  So, Conrad wonders what will be resolved in "Endgame"?  I bet at least some of them will be coming back.

Rocket Rabbit survived.  Phew!

     This sort of thing happens in the comics ALL THE TIME.  You'd get a title like "The Death of Superman"** and it turns out he only had a bit of a cold, or it was a robot, or a ghost, or a clone, or some other lazy writer's Get Out Of Jail Free card.  SO!  Conrad can confidently predict that some of the dead Dusties will return.

What?  Art, what have you been drinking!

The Hound's Tongue
No!  I am not talking about that foul-mouthed man-mountain Sandor Clegane from "Game of Thrones" <thinks: but this will allow me to put a clickbaity comment on Facebook heh heh>, who is highly amusing but so sweary we cannot put any of his quotes in here.
     No, I was thinking of another deadly blossom, which goes by the formal name "Cynoglossum Officinale", less formally as "Hounds Tongue".  Art?

A typical slobbering specimen

     The texture of the leaves apparently reminded the ancient Greeks of dog's tongues, which is of course the first thing that comes to mind when looking at leaves.***  It also stinks like dog pee, so not a winning combination.
     It is poisonous, however, being full of horrid compounds that will slowly destroy your liver and kill you.  Except that, with it's vile smell and equally evil taste, there's no record of a human being killed by it.  Cattle, however - yes.
     DO NOT TAKE THIS AS A CHALLENGE!  I had to put that disclaimer in there as - well, there are Darwin Awards for a reason, you know.

"Man tries to open unexploded shell with welding torch"

     And there we shall leave it, for I am hungry and there's still lots of that ragout left to finish off.


*  Any resemblance to "When Harry Met Sally" is completely coincidental.
**  Yes, I KNOW it's the wrong comic universe.  I'm making a point.
***   That was irony.