Let Us Enjoy A Light Buffet Of Sin!

Pride, Specifically
Because it is low-calorie, does not contain cholesterol and can be accommodated in any diet plan.
     We did have some sin yesterday, admittedly, so if you're feeling especially virtuous and/or surfeited, you may move on to the next article.*
     Right - about now I think a string chorus would be appropriate, for some syrupy background music, and Shello with her celli as well, providing she's got the strings tensioned properly.  Art?

As of yesterday

     There you go, 200,000 views.  Okay, fiddle a bit more quietly, chamber musos, Conrad is holding forth.
     Mind you, it has taken 6 years to reach that total, by dint of ceaseless effort, endless creative struggle and at least 156 gallons of tea (and quite as much gin).  Technically the 6 years is reached as of 16th June, when I will probably post the very first blog item I did.  It's not very long <audience cheers> so I may add in a few more anniversary posts <audience looks distressed again>.
     There you go.  The shortest Intro for an age.
     Motley?  Motley!  Time to clean out the grizzly bear's cages.  Their door's on a time-lock that runs out in ten minutes - there you go, get scrubbing.**

Oops.  Maybe it was ten seconds?

More Of Sin
More Small Earthquake In Chile than Overweening Ambition, I'm afraid.  You recall that last night I commenced another jigsaw, this time a more moderate one of only 1,000 pieces?  Typically, I tried sorting out all the edge pieces whilst watching "Justified", and the result is - Art?

Yup.  Gaps.

     Oh dearie me.  Obviously some got past me whilst my attention was elsewhere.  This means I've got to go back through the almost 1,000 pieces remaining and check again.  Dare I keep on watching "Justified" again, though?
     Here an aside.  The guest star in several of these Season 4 episodes was Robert Baker - the South Canadian actor, not the British screenwriter - and if Art can stop sucking the isotopes out of that fuel rod -

Surly-looking cove, ain't he?

     Which is interesting, since he also crops up as the car-stealing White Power Neo-Nazi ex-boyfriend that Joel goes to see in "Santa Clarita Diet" - Joel being played by Timothy Olyphant, who was Raylan Givens in "Justified".

Enough Of Sin - Let's Have Some Horror
I have just finished watching the fifth and final episode of "Chernobyl", which is probably banned in Ruffia as it would offend the delicate Sinister beliefs of Tsar Putin.  Then again, perhaps he'd enjoy it, since it shows the Ukraine getting a nuclear dusting of no small proportions, and he bitterly resents not being King Tsar Dictator of Ukraine as well as Ruffia.  Nadger.
     Anyway, the final episode analysed the events leading up to the explosion, and the explosion itself, and some of the statistics and images banded around were genuinely frightening.  Art?

Each square is the top of a column

     These control and fuel rods were jumping up and down like cybernetic whack-a-mole, and as each of them weighs almost a third of a ton, there was something powerful giving them a good goosing.  Then the reactor below them blew up, shattering the building open.  How hot it got is unknown; we do know that No.4 plant was rated to generate 3,200 megawatts of power, and ended up reaching 33,000 megawats (or 33 gigawatts).

Everyone present here dies

     Exposing the reactor core to the elements results in a colossal explosion that tears the building apart, leaving an eerie vertical glow from the core, a little like Satan's Searchlight.
     Which is where we came in ...

Further To Yesteryon
I have discovered that I took several photographs illustrating that Syndrome's henchmen have no problems attempting to riddle small children with bullets.  I realise this is going over old ground, but the point's a good one.  Also, remember that all those henchmen who crashed their velocipods died.  Lovely family film!


This is matey giving Violet's force-field a trial-by-gunfire

     At the point above Dash and Violet might well be forgiven for thinking "When is this trigger-happy chump going to run out of ammunition?" as he's gone through about six magazines-worth without reloading.




Going back a little, when matey starts shooting

     Unless the film-makers are mocking that old trope from films of the Thirties and Forties, where Our Hero has a six-shot revolver that manages at least ten shots.

Auntie Beeb Gets It Wrong
TYPICAL!  Of course, on a work morning, as I am on a very tight schedule, with little to no time to spare, OF COURSE the Beeb's website has lots of interesting sidebar titles, including this one.  Art?

"Is this house really zombie-proof?"

     I took a photo at 06:04, but to get it blogged-up I'd then have to upload it to the Saved Picture files on C:, via the Files icon, and then upload to the Insert Image box, and then add it in to the body of the blog - for which I had no time.  Thus you get the photo alone, and I've added-in the title as a caption.***
     Let me repeat that title:  "Is this house really zombie-proof?"
     NO!  NO IT IS NOT!  NOT NOT NOT!!
     I'm not going to apologise for the near-hysteria of two exclamation marks here; this is  a matter I feel strongly about.  Art?

A zombie.  Or was it just a really intense party?

     Take a look at the house itself, and you can easily see that it's mostly constructed of glass.  It may be bulletproof, blastproof and two inches thick: it's still glass.  This means that any passing revenant can easily see inside.  They will then attempt to attack those dwelling inside, because they are drawn to movement and light (and sounds) and those huge glass walls allow both to be easily visible.
     Not only that, if one passing rev takes an aggressive interest in eating the denizens, then why, this will attract other revs, and before you know it your zombie-proof house is ringed by several thousand shambling undead.
     So there.
     Bah!





*  But I will find out.  And, yes, I know where you live.  All of you.
**  Actually it runs out in one minute.  I lied.
***  Ah, the technicalities of blogging, eh?