Free! Free!

No, I Am Not Referring To That Ambiguous Scene In "Doctor Who"
(the BBC's premier dramamentary program).  You probably already know the one I mean, "Pyramids of Mars", where you have Marcus Scarman, who has been taken over by Sutekh.  Sutekh is a very bad guy indeed, even in a pantheon of very bad guys (and occasional gals); but he's been permanently immobilised in a pyramid, so he needs slavish minions like Scarman to act on his behalf.  Art?
                
                                      Sutekh                                                   Scarman - no, hang on -
     The Doctor and SJS travel to Mars - sorry this is taking so long - and Scarman destroys the power source that has been immobilising Sutekh.  Are you following this?  Then Scarman loudly proclaims "Free!  Free!" and promptly drops dead.  Note to Sutekh; a P45 is more compassionate as a means of ending employment.

"Mister Scarman had felt better."

     Conrad's question has always been who was proclaiming their freedom.  Was it Sutekh speaking through the mouth of his slavish minion, ecstatic at being able to do Rubik Cubes and stir-frys again?  You can't blame the evil swine, it must have been incredibly boring, stuck on a throne for millenia with no wi-fi or conversation bar the cockroaches.
     Or, was it Scarman himself, being released from Sutekh's control and profoundly grateful for having a single second of life before he chokes it?
     That's what none of this is about.  As I am wont to do I've gone off on a tangent, which you'll agree is pretty much business as usual around here.
     No, what I meant to say is that I am now Free of dog-sitting duties, hooray!  I can now go about without towing a small furry ball and chain everywhere.

Most of the scamp in question

The World's Most Expensive Pun
I'm not sure how, exactly, that Your Humble Scribe came across the Oresund Bridge - actually I do recall, I was looking up "Sweden" on Wikipedia because a particular town name had popped up in my head - Norrkoping.  Again, not sure why.  It's a town in Sweden, so why it should - 
     Anyway, back to the Oresund Bridge.  This is a very impressing engineering feat, linking Sweden to Denmark, from Malmo in Sweden to Copenhagen in Denmark.  Art?

Impressive, nicht wahr?

     As you can see, it's enormous, and it carries trains as well as traffic.  I can tell what you're thinking: "Why does it end on an island that has no more bridge?"
     That's perspective for you.  Art?

Tunnels!

     The road comes off the bridge, onto the island of Peberholm, where it joins the Drogden Tunnel and continues all the way into Copenhagen.  If Art will stir himself and add in a picture of the overall site -

The bridge and Peberholm

     This is where things get more interesting.  That island you can see to port is Saltholm.  One wonders why they didn't build the bridge to there and start the tunnel from there, but there again, Conrad is not an architect.  "Saltholm" means "Salt Islet", by the way: remember that, it's important.
     Okay, the price tag for this project was pretty substantial - about £2.5 billion, which is a fair bit of money.
     Back to Peberholm.  It's no coincidence that it exists where it does, since it's an artificial island built up from all the dredging done for the bridge and tunnel, and as this island is two and a half miles long, there was a lot of rock.
     The pun is, that "Peberholm" means "Pepper Islet", which the Danes selected in order to match up with Saltholm.
     Sheesh.  I know my puns are bad, but at least they come for free.

     And now an interval.  I need to go get some cat litter from the Co-Op, as we've nearly run out, and if I keep on here to Compositional Count, the shops will have shut.  And for the first time in two weeks, I can do it alone*!  In the meantime, keep watching the skies!

Conrad Was Thinking
There wasn't much else to do on the walk down to Royton, and giving Your Humble Scribe time to ponder on weighty matters is always a worry; the last time this happened it triggered a revolution and a small civil war in -
     But that's not what this item is about.  No, I was wondering if anyone had built an Oresund Bridge out of Lego?  The answer is - not quite.  Art?

Quite striking, non?

     Continuing on, Your Humble Scribe found a link to possibly one of the largest Lego builds (though I'm guessing there and may have to prove myself wrong) ever.  Art?

With puny human for scale

     This monster is 3 yards tall, 31 yards long, contains 200,000 bricks, weighs three-quarters of a ton and was designed and constructed by professional civil engineers.  I don't think it's around any more since it was only going to be on display until mid 2017; and all those children need their bricks back.

Finally -
Another advert on the "Popular Mechanics" website that struck my eye and imagination was for an item called a "Pocket Shot", which appears to be a variety of 21st Century catapult.  Art?
             

     This thing has all the hallmarks of being just incredibly dangerous, and made for mischief - 1/4 inch steel ammo?  Ha!  Try one inch ball bearings, matey, or small stones, all the better to smash someone's windows.  And being able to launch arrows from it?  Eeek.  Mind you - Conrad's naturally mischievous and dangerous mind ponders if you could successfully launch unboiled eggs from it, because then you'd definitely know when you'd hit your neighbour's windows target.

And with that, we are done!

*  It's not that I don't love Edna, I just need to talk to some humans every now and then.