I know you'll forgive me, I have a winning smile. Yesterday I went on about various artillery pieces as if you already knew what was what, which is something I find truly objectionable with other authors.
Okay, I know that to you, gentle reader, every artillery piece ever is a "gun" but in fact it's not that simple. O no.
This is a bit technical so you might want to go brew a pot of tea.
To an artilleryman, or gunner, a "gun" is typically a long-barrelled weapon with a limited degree of elevation - that is, how much you can tilt it upwards. Art?
The eighteen-pounder field artillery piece or gun |
There. That's a "gun". A howitzer - Art?
- typically has a relatively short barrel, meaning that the shell flies at a lower velocity. Said barrel can be elevated to a very high angle; notice the split "box" trail of the 4.5 inch howitzer above which allows such elevation. A shell from a howitzer will fly in a high parabola, meaning you can drop it behind cover or right on top of some unsuspecting bunker. Art?
4.5 inch gun |
Then you have the mortar - but that might be too much of a good thing. Conrad will reserve describing them for another day.
At this point I can only dream of inflicting a cruel and amusing torment on the motley. I wonder - did we ever throw it into a swimming pool full of liquid mercury? <eyes glaze over in malicious enjoyment>*
A man can dream ... |
Making "Michael"
You know Conrad, interested in everything TANK, so when I saw David Fletcher standing in front of a Sherman, I looked closer, because it didn't seem quite right. Art?
Look! You can see the differences, right? |
All those differences! Look at them! |
A bit of digging reveals that "Michael" was a prototype Sherman, not a production model, which is why the differences. Nobody can really explain why the driver was given two machine-guns to fire, unless it was to combat boredom? "Thirty miles with nothing happening - think I'll brass something up."
The kind they made 49,000 of. |
"Stranger Things"
I liked the way Alexei described Chief Hopper as "a fat Rambo", which, to be fair, he took in good stead.
Come on, Hop, lighten up, it was funny. |
I'm guessing there, but things look as if they're moving to a climax. The disgusting Glop Monster (which they call the "Mind-flayer") is making it's move, literally. The Russian Terminator is hot on the heels of Hop and Co., and Dustin, Erica, Steve and Robyn are still trapped underground.
CAUTION! Do not feed the Mini-Glop Monster (yes, this is a baby one) |
"Did somebody say THE THING!?" |
AS I WAS SAYING the th - crux of the matter is that I'll need to wait until Thursday to see that last episode - if it is the last episode - when I can have The Mansion's lounge all to myself.
Grrrr!
<gently escorts Mac out of the room, careful not to get in front of him>
A Case Of Irony
Ahum. Also, ahem. I see that there is now a live-action version of "The Lion King" to complement the cartoon version. Really? Conrad wonders at the South Canadian mindset, because they did, after all, fight a war in order to escape monarchical rule and become a republic. Heck, even one of their film studios was called "Republic".
Proof |
More proof. Also, no thanks |
Why! Enquiring minds** want to know!
Finally -
I only needed about 7 words to hit the Composition Ton, and that was them. More seriously, I notice the cars hissing past my window (yes a Doors quote) rather than squishing, as it has - oh frabjous day! - stopped raining. It's not certain how long this break in the winter weather will last, so I need to stop typing this shizzle and take my constitutional stroll into Royton.
Catch you later!
* Mister Hand needs no embellishment there. Conrad: officially a terrible person!
** Okay, me.
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