An Altercation About "Z Nation"

What Are The Staples of BOOJUM!?
And I apologise for using a question mark after an exclamation mark, which is probably breaking several rules of English grammar FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE BEEN UNGRAMMATICAL (I take grammar and spelling very seriously) but it gets the point across.
     "Tanks, zombies and atom bombs" should be your reply, for this is about as close to a mission statement as we have here.
     Thus, "Z Nation".  Art?

The latter years

     It was rather like a tongue-in-cheek version of "The Walking Dead" which didn't take itself at all seriously, at least for the first two seasons, where it seemed to have a general purport and intent.  Season 3 was a bit rocky, and it definitely Jumped The Shark during this season.  This is where they were obviously making it up as they went along, and Conrad abandoned it at the start of Season 4 - where Random Plot Stuff Pulled Out Of The Screenwriter's Bottoms became glaringly apparent.

The former years

     It comes up as a selection on Netflix, though in fact it was cancelled a year ago, probably after declining figures.  "Mercied" in the argot of the program.
     However - there is supposedly a spin-off called "Black Summer", which is set during the early years of the Zombie Apocalypse (ZN only begins 3 years after the outbreak), which beginning ZN revisited on occasion with benefit.  And guess what is also present as a selection on Netflix?  Why yes, "Black Summer".  I may report back to you on this.
     Motley!  The fridge-freezer has died and we need to eat three-and-a-half litres of assorted ice-cream before it turns into goo.  Are you up for the challenge?

At the risk of an ice-cream headache, yes!

     Well now, that item above ought to definitely disprove those horrid elitists who throw epithets around that BOOJUM! is intellectual in any way*.

July Heat In The Desert
Though you might have an alternate title of "Tactics And Logistics At Terrain Bottlenecks In North Africa", for Lo!  We are back with the Jock Columns as formed by 2nd Battalion The Rifle Brigade in mid-1942, one called "August" and the other called "July".  Hence this item's ghastly punning title.
     The mission brief of these desert pirates was to roam the desert wastes and pounce upon any Axis forces they could overwhelm, whilst avoiding any too strong to tackle.  Art?

A Bofors gun, North Africa.  Note the extensive use of camouflage.

     They operated well behind enemy lines, since all lines in the desert were pretty porous and you could always squeeze through gaps if you were canny about it.  Their depredations grew so serious that the Teutons sent back companies of their big armoured cars to provide escorts and prevent attacks, which means said armoured cars weren't at the front when they should have been.  Art?

This kind of beast

     However, July and August proved entirely too adept at avoiding these patrolling vehicles, so the Axis had to send out aircraft to patrol the desert wastes, trying to track down the sandy buccaneers.  Eventually, with a booty of captured vehicles and prisoners, both columns were ordered to return to behind British lines.
     So - Jock Columns; not a success in 1942, except where they were.  I'm ever so glad we cleared that up.

     So, if we stretch definitions a bit, that's zombies and tanks.  No plans to include atom bombs, however.  Sorry.

Meanwhile, At Strategic Rocket Forces Base Sixteen, Novi Palatinsk -
Misha and Grisha, our two reluctant conscript officers, are sitting contemplating an empty bottle of vodka, and a full bottle of "CHELOVEK!" aftershave.  I know we've not said hello to them for quite a while, so perhaps a little Q and A is in order - providing, of course, that we don't breach security protocols.  Art?

Every one of them stone-cold sober!
(We hope)

MISHA: You <long series of imprecations about Conrad that question his sexuality, humanity, parentage and bank balance>! It's been two years since you last mentioned us.  Why get back in touch now?
CONRAD:  A sense of guilt.  Look, chaps, just to smooth over any hard feelings, I brought this - (produces what looks like a 2 litre carton of milk).
GRISHA:  Great, we can line our stomachs before drinking the aftershave.
MISHA:  Shut up, you berk!  You're giving away national secrets!
CONRAD: Also, my traffic figures from Ruffia have gone down severely.  I need an "in" to seduce your fellow countrymen to read the blog.
GRISHA:  And we're it?
MISHA: Buying us with a quart of milk?
CONRAD:  It's from Waitrose.
MISHA: (whistles appreciatively) Is is skimmed or semi-skimmed!
GRISHA:  Fool! (punches Misha on the arm)
CONRAD:  Also, it's really two litres of vodka with a pound of mint imperials dissolved in it, to give the impression - (the carton is violently plucked from his hands)
MISHA: You know, the hideous capitalist West can manage a few decent things on it's death-bed.  Grisha, an extra glass for our evil foreign visitor!

One hour later: Misha and Grisha breakdance atop an SS21

     Apparently we have had atom bombs included for today's later post.  Who knew!  Now, I think we need to retire to a Minimum Safe Distance from Novi Palatinsk, somewhere in the region of a couple of thousand miles away ought to be sufficient.

Finally - 
We need an evidentiary photograph of Your Humble Scribe doing his Dogsitting Duty today, which is for Edna's longer walk.  Today we ventured down Oozewood Lane? something like that, rather than venturing onto any of Tandle Hill Park's walks or trails, since the recent rains of yesterday and today would have rendered them disgustingly muddy - full of ooze.  Conrad not entirely sure how to put Edna through the shower to clean her off.  Art?

     Once again you can't see how vile the weather is, not just cold and damp but windy, too, meaning that Conrad once again could not feel his fingers when he got home**.


*  How dare they!
**  You don't think I'm laying it on too thick here, do you?