An Array Of Baffling Nonsense

No!  I'm Not Talking About The Blog
Though some of you may feel that way about it.  Hey, it makes perfect sense to me*, which is what matters.

Carpark North and their video for "Wild Wonders"

     I had to stick that in there as I'm listening to their excellent eponymous debut album, and "WW" is definitely one of the stand out tracks.  All hail Danish indie electro-pop!
     Changing subject abruptly (see first paragraph), let us begin the Intro.
     No, I refer to the first Comment added to BOOJUM! in over a year.  There are very rarely comments from proper live people (though it has happened), as it seems there is an array of bots out there that seize on various items and simply have to send in a Comment on them.  Case in point:  Art?

     I think this was triggered by my own comments about "Frozen 11", which must be a kind of totem for illegal torrenters and downloaders and other such miscreants.  Mention the latest Disney film anywhere in your blog?  Say hello to spambot! pushing dodgy websites that empty your wallet the instant you so much as peek at them.
     Let's see if we can get the lightning to strike twice.

FROZEN II

     Ha!  We shall have to wait and see if this brings any bots crawling closer.
     Okay, after a nice short Intro, I am going to make a pot of Darjeeling.  Do you want a cup, motley?  No milk or sugar allowed - disgusting contaminants!


Take A Look At This, Art Lovers
No!  Nothing to do with Art, our resident Neanderthal who is responsible for the pictures and photographs that beautify these pages.  Yes, he does go off-topic quite often, but he works for coal and since the spacious Lower Dungeon has a seam of same, he effectively works for free.  We do treat him on high-days with a plate of coke**.
     Anyway, Art?

Behold!

     If I were to assert that this is a close-up from one of Van Gogh's later period paintings, would you think that a credible claim?  It certainly seems to manifest his trademark blues and yellows, hmmm?


     Sorry, the truth couldn't be further from daubs on canvas.  It's a close-up, yes, except that here you're looking at the bottom of Bikini Atoll, and the yellow squiggly circles in the middle mark the bomb crater left there in 1946.   You remember?  Operation Crossroads, which we mentioned yesterday.  I thought the image was incongruously pretty, even charming.  But that may just be me.
     We may well come back to Bikini Atoll, not least because the pervos out there hunched drooling over their keyboards, Googling "Bikini bombshell" will get more than they imagined.


Looking At Eight Definitely Solved Mysteries      And now, let us raise the Mighty Mallet of Truth, and bring it crashing down on the empty craniums of those foolish folks who still insist that, not only is the Earth flat, but that it rests on a column of elephants supported by turtles.  And other swivel-eyed loons.  For yes, we are back at -

"Hey!  I resent that!"

     - sorry, loon - we are back at the BBC's silly 8 unsolved bits of nonsense.  Today it is the "Solway Spaceman".  You see, once upon a time there was a man who took a photograph of his daughter.  Art?  Less coal more goal!

4. The Solway Spaceman

When fireman Tim Templeton took a photo of his five-year-old daughter, he thought he was just getting a snap for the family album. He got more than expected when the film came back from the developer. One of his photos showed a strange man in a space suit lurking behind his daughter. A man who had definitely not been there on the day. Sceptics say it was a trick of the light or Templeton’s wife, but there has never been any clear explanation.

Can you see what it is yet?

     O my sainted aunt!  Of course the raving bumbletucks fell upon this like the starving upon salad.  You should have heard the ludicrous explanations for what this was.  Prime amongst them was that this was an alien spaceman, which instantly raises more questions than it answers.  So, an alien spaceman was wandering about the Solway Firth, and nobody noticed?  Or took a photo?  Or asked him to share their picnic? 
     "Ah!" said the loonwaffles.  "This is clearly evidence of a space-time discontinuity, that's why nobody noticed him!"      Oh, and if that wouldn't hold water, then he couldn't be seen because he was only visible in the infra-red spectrum.  Though the camera didn't use such film.

Quite

     Personally, Your Humble Scribe thinks It looks more like one of the following than a day-tripper from Theta Reticuli -

But your mileage may vary

     All of this ought to be looked at (forgive the metaphor-mixing) via the lens of Ockham's Razor, which goes "Entities should not be multiplied un-necessarily" or that the simplest solution is the most probable one.
     It's a woman standing with her back to the camera, out of focus because the camera was looking at something much closer.  I have actually seen a contrast-adjusted photo that demonstrates this very clearly, but, since I can't find it, you'll just have to take my word for it.

Hey, great minds think alike!

    
This Will All Make Sense On Facebook, Honest
Since I have, unusually, quite a bit of spare time (the consequence of an uneasy sleep and an early rising and busses being on schedule) I have worked this out.  Art?
                  
                                      Runcible spoons!  Seen in all the best rooms!



"Raising Churchill's Army" By David French
And, as a corollary, levelling that of Herr Schickelgruber.
     I have left my edition at home (as I am typing this at work) so I shall just have to go on memory alone***. 
     Ol' Dave also comes up with an interesting concept I've not considered about the Normandy campaign before - what he calls "C3I" warfare, meaning "Command, Control, Communications and Intelligence" warfare; this is because British signals intelligence was so on-the-ball that they could identify Teuton headquarters units (the "C3I" of mention)  from their intercepts and decrypts.  Once they did this, it was only a matter of time before the skies would darken with Typhoons.  Not the weather condition, the fighter-bomber-rocketeer.  One case in point is the Teuton Panzergruppe West HQ at La Caine, which had been identified as such by Ultra intercepts.  The Teuton staff there didn't do themselves any favours, since they tended to come out and gawp at Allied aircraft overhead, whose pilots also noticed this gawping tendency and reported it back.

"Welcome!  You've just been visited by the RAF!"

     What the map above doesn't mention is the 136 HE rockets fired by the Typhoons (or over three and a half tons of HE).  Just the icing on the cake.
     The staff suffered heavy casualties, all their vehicles and equipment in the chateau orchards were obliterated, and it was two and a half weeks before a replacement HQ could be brought into being.  Meantime, the Teuton panzer command in the west exhibited all the skill and organisation of a headless chicken.  This is what happens when you destroy or degrade the headquarters of military organisations - C3I warfare in practice, and evidence, were it needed, of how thoroughly Perfidious Albion can be <sniggers>.

And with that, we are done!



*  Usually.  Alright, then, frequently. Okay, okay!  More often than not.  Happy now?
**  Coking coal, if I may clarify.
***  Or just make it up.  After all, who will know?