Here an aside, and yes, it is a bit early in the post to be having an aside, but once again - whose blog is it? Anyway, I wanted to vent about what seems to be a glut of <insert long swear here> reality dancing shows. Yes, Auntie Beeb, I'm looking at you.
Grrrr. |
Sorry, where were we?
O yes, my Digital Devil Device is still playing up. I have managed to render it visible to my laptop, O Frabjous Day, though no photographs taken after 17/01/2020 are showing, so I am having to improvise, baby, improvise. In the meantime I shall sit and marinade in my Frothing Nitric Ire*.
Do I have anything else to be angry about? <thinks> Yes! The weather. It is <another long set of swears> disgustrous, being cold and damp and misty. Looking out of the window, one can easily imagine that the zombies are a-swarming below, it's so bleak and dismal.
Manchester at street level |
Meanwhile, Back In Nottingham -
If you have any functional memory at all, then you will remember that yesteryon I was banging on about an art exhibition at the Harley Gallery, the inspiration for which was Lego. Okay, prepare your eyes. Art?
Behold the build |
The horror! The horror! |
Much Of Matania
Back to the boy himself. Ol' Mat was renowned for being a fast yet accurate artist, whatever medium he was working in. Art?
You're going to ask what kind of an aircraft that is, aren't you? Conrad unsure but thinks it's something like an RE8 (nicknamed "Harry Tate") as there are no visible guns on top of the engine cowling, nor a wing-mounted Lewis, and there seem to have been two crewmen; one you can see talking to the Brown Jobs (RAF slang for Army) and the other is still clambering out of the rear cockpit. If I'm correct here then it's definitely not a "Scout", which is what they called fighter aircraft back then. Presumably that blather at the bottom explains what kind of kite it was. I can also tell you that this most definitely isn't the "crater zone", because if it was the Teutons would be shelling it like billy-o, and all concerned would be taking cover verrrrry quickly.
If I feel like it after work, I may have a nosey at my books on Perfidious Albion's aircraft of the First Unpleasantness and identify it for you; that's provisional, so don't go clapping your hands with glee. Or even without glee.
Probably not one of these, either. (It's a DH9) |
Aha! A Workaround That Works
Back to that BBC list of 10 things that science-fiction predicted waaaaaay ahead of said things actually arriving on the scene, which I have been taking photographs of THANK YOU MOBILE PHONE as, that way, I can include the text of the article as well. Anyway, Art!
Ear-thingies |
Where was I? O yes. Well, apparently Ray Bradbury is credited with folks in his futures as having "thimble radios", which are small, seashell-shaped personal radios that mimic our wireless headsets of today, except Ray was writing half a century ago. Prescient chap**.
Ray, back in the day. |
Remember - Sharks Are Our Friends!
Seriously. The Hoovers of the seas clean up lots of floating offal that would otherwise pollute our oceans, and how do we repay them? By demonising them in films and killing them wholesale for Shark Fin Soup - Populous Dictatorship, I'm looking at you***. Art?
A smiley shark: proof of my assertion |
This says, to sharks, "Please come and eat me." |
Finally -
As you may have been made aware, Conrad has become aware of the Lego subculture that is both vast and various; it genuinely has a global reach and is proof that
Now, abruptly changing tack, let us look at the Ruffian Sukhoi Su-37 fighter jet. Art?
What China wanted |
Thus we come to the Populous Dictatorship and Lego. Seeing an opportunity to make a fast buck, the Chins have studiously reverse engineered every Lego set out there and retailed it as "Lepin". Art
Lego on the left, Lepin on the right |
1) The Lepin cockpit will not close as it is the wrong dimensions:
2) There is a piece missing from the Lepin kit.
3) The underbarrel launcher on the Lepin does not work
4) The rear venture on the Lepin are loose and wobbly.
5) The Lepin pilot's visor is completely opaque.
You get what you pay for, I suppose.
* Frothing Nitric Ire - contains no calories, gluten or dairy products!
** Especially as his stories rarely concentrate on technology.
*** That'll teach them, eh?
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