We are faced with the problem of not knowing what on earth I intended to write last night, since I wasn't working from notes and didn't type anything but the title. Is this about the Ass Kickin' Roast Garlic Sauce, which is zingingly hot and not just garlicky, as I found out to my surprise the first time I tried it?
More like tongue stompin' actually |
"A prime fixer-upper project" |
Oh. That. |
Flame gun under canvas mid-port |
Perhaps that was it.
Some of Popski's scurvy crew |
Extremely Dark Tourism
Conrad remembers reading Albert Speer's "Inside the Third Reich", including the bit where a convinced Nazi friend came to visit in early 1945, looking as if he'd been given a good slapping after being kicked repeatedly in the seat of the pants and having to drink a pint of castor oil
"If you get an invitation to go visit a work site in southern Poland," said his friend, gratefully sipping a glass of strong spirits, "Do not go. Not under any circumstances. Come up with whatever excuse you have to, but do not go to Oswiecim."
Peer at Speer |
Well now, here I am, typing and tapping away at lunchtime because I was, again, shockingly lax last night and didn't generate a line of prose. Not a word. This is because I'd spent altogether too long reading "Persepolis Rising" instead of buckling down to being witty and wordy. Thus this may not get Published until I get home. I hope this does not upset the loyal readers (both of them) who regularly log on and read from Blogger before I shout electronically from Facebook and Twitter.
Speaking Of Which -
All those novels in The Expanse series have grand and portentous names, of which only two strike any chords of recognition in Your Humble Scribe's mind - the very first one, "Leviathan Wakes" after the jolly large beasty Leviathan, and "Persepolis Rising", after the ancient Persian city of Persepolis.
I think this is a nod to the intentions of the bad guys in this novel, Persepolis being an imperial complex where the Persian emperor used to receive all his grateful vassals and satraps, bringing tribute. Art?
"Another fixer-upper opportunity" |
Also FYI, the Shah of Iran, when he was still the SOI, threw a staggeringly lavish and party that redefined the word "expensive" at Persepolis, in celebration of something. Boy, I bet that went down well with everyone, in the best possible way. Art?
I don't think those are adoring masses at port |
Finally -
When a 90-year old spinster can totally flatten a big bag of beef with mighty muscles.
I see the BBC, that font of all that's fit to be writ, is (rather gloatingly, one feels) trilling about how "Downton Abbey" has bettered "Rambo: Last Blood" at the South Canadian box office. I don't care enough to actually read the article, as I can't stand the Dog Buns genre - go Google "Upstairs Downstairs" and you'll read all about a previous iteration. Art?
"A splendid fixer-upper opportunity with an ecclesiastical element" |
And with that, we are done!
* Do you see - O you do.
** In Conrad's tea-snobby eyes, this is pretty close to a war crime.
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