This all derives from my taking photographs of beer bottles, in the pursuit of some punny business. Earlier today it was "Sea Fury", where I successfully dragged a long-distant memory out of the depths concerning aircraft of that name.
For this evening's bottle of beer, I'm afraid I haven't tracked down what I was after. We'll come to that in a minute. First - Art?
It had possibilities. First of all, Your Humble Scribe considered that this might very well have been one of the working titles for that Doctor Who epic of the Seventies, "Horror of Fang Rock", because - well, because wolves are notoriously toothy and fangy, aren't they? Art?
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| "I spy with my little eye ..." |
Okay, so Doctor Who. I was then reminded of some silly South Canadian television program that went along the lines of "A police procedural but with songs - rock songs!" and if I can Google a little -
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| Not ever going to grace Conrad's shelving. Ever. |
One can only speculate on the drugs cocktail that was being consumed at the executive's meeting where this thing got the green light. For surely this can be the only rational, logical explanation? given that people don't make stupid decisions like this when straight and sober.
And that's where the second part of this Intro ought to kick in, because I definitely recall an edition of "Starburst" that detailed a television program that was, again, a cop one, with a difference -
And that's where the second part of this Intro ought to kick in, because I definitely recall an edition of "Starburst" that detailed a television program that was, again, a cop one, with a difference -
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| No! No, Art, no. Right tent, wrong planet |
Actually you could do worse than watch "Beast Cops", with a very much cast against type Anthony Wong playing a (kind of) good guy, and it's about morally dubious police making a stand for decency and ethics, instead of being beastly -
Sorry, where were we? O yes - beast cops. Conrad is convinced that he read about a South Canadian television program whose twist was that the cops were all -
Werewolves!
Sorry, where were we? O yes - beast cops. Conrad is convinced that he read about a South Canadian television program whose twist was that the cops were all -
Werewolves!
Again, what on earth was being smoked, snorted or massaged into the mucous membranes at that studio meeting? Bath salts and giant hogweed sap, one guesses. The thing is, can I find any evidence on teh Interwebz of this program?
Nope.
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| "Since the advent of silver bullets, life as a werewolf had become a lot harder." |
O well. What I proposed, on the back of an array of peculiar snorting chemicals, to the television executives, was a police thriller, where all the cops are werewolves, and it's all done as a rock musical!
Motley, shall we take the small domesticated wolf for a trot along the streets?
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| Q.E.D. |
Rains have returned to This Sceptred Isle. That'll put the selfish, the stupid and the ignorant off - from going to the beach, if not from walking their own small domesticated wolfs.
"Sloth"
It came up as a crossword answer and you know Conrad - ever one for wanting to know where a word comes from. Art?
My Collins Concise defines one of these creatures as " a shaggy-coated arboreal edentate mammal", and an "Edentate" is one of either the anteater, armadillo or sloth families. Unusually it doesn't have Greek or Latin roots, deriving from the Old English for slow, "slaewth". Whereas the scientific term for werewolfery is "Lycanthropy" (also misused as such in "Horror of Fang Rock", tut tut; what they should have used was "Polymorphism"), coming from the Greek for wolf "Lykos" and man "Anthropos".
I may miss my guess here, but I'll bet that there are zero pitches floating around film and television studio where they go "Yes! It's a cop show, but with a difference - the cops are all weresloths! and they sing! (ballads, of course). Do please have a snort of this bath bomb -"
Back To That List Of The Top 50 Sci-Fi Shows
I think we've made it to number 39, haven't we? Art!
Predictably, Conrad, with his horrid sense of humour, loved this program. You had to keep sneering and laughing at Fry, who was an idiot when the series began, and was just as big an idiot when it ended. A character arc that went convincingly from A to A. Bender was the true star of the show, ably backed up by Leela. There are a worrying number of people out there who developed an unhealthy fascination with Leela; all I can say is that Mister Groening seems to have underestimated how creepy Hom. Sap. can be.
There won't be another program like this in a hurry. Now, excuse me, because I think a bottle of that "Wolf Rock" is about to get consumed. Back in a jiffy, and dance amongst yourselves whilst Conrad is gone!
To You Who Are New -
Because I added a few people to Facebook last night, and - you know what, perhaps this ought to have gone at the top of tonight's post*, since you may need to read this in order to understand how we work here at BOOJUM!
1) The ! is critical, otherwise all people would find on teh Interwebz is some Mexican fast-food franchise in Belfast.
2) First person singular is actively avoided. You will rarely read "I", instead "Conrad" (my actual real first name in real life rather than the one everyone knows me by) or "Your Humble Scribe", or very occasionally "Your Modest Artisan", usually when I've baked something.
3) The staff: me, Conrad, editor in chief and head article writer; Art, the resident Neanderthal who provides pictures, and who gets Tazed when (not if) he gets it wrong; 3) Oscar, responsible for memory; 4) Steve, responsible for something else that's probably not memory; 5) Mister Hand, the treacherous appendage, always sticking in nasty little quips; 6) Liver and kidneys, who have done some guest editing on occasions - always interesting to get the perspective of an internal organ.
4) We here at BOOJUM! refuse to admit that the American Revolution ever happened, or that we lost it. So there is no "America", only "South Canada". And the Canuckistanians are the "British Americans".
There is more, which we may explore tomorrow. In the meantime, take care not to lick any machineel leaves!
* Perhaps indeed. BUT IT'S NOT GETTING MOVED!
It came up as a crossword answer and you know Conrad - ever one for wanting to know where a word comes from. Art?
| Obviously this sloth is watching a stone and suffering from - |
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| It's not April 1st again, is it? |
Back To That List Of The Top 50 Sci-Fi Shows
I think we've made it to number 39, haven't we? Art!
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| Bender. A hero for the ages |
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| The future, eh? |
To You Who Are New -
Because I added a few people to Facebook last night, and - you know what, perhaps this ought to have gone at the top of tonight's post*, since you may need to read this in order to understand how we work here at BOOJUM!
1) The ! is critical, otherwise all people would find on teh Interwebz is some Mexican fast-food franchise in Belfast.
2) First person singular is actively avoided. You will rarely read "I", instead "Conrad" (my actual real first name in real life rather than the one everyone knows me by) or "Your Humble Scribe", or very occasionally "Your Modest Artisan", usually when I've baked something.
3) The staff: me, Conrad, editor in chief and head article writer; Art, the resident Neanderthal who provides pictures, and who gets Tazed when (not if) he gets it wrong; 3) Oscar, responsible for memory; 4) Steve, responsible for something else that's probably not memory; 5) Mister Hand, the treacherous appendage, always sticking in nasty little quips; 6) Liver and kidneys, who have done some guest editing on occasions - always interesting to get the perspective of an internal organ.
4) We here at BOOJUM! refuse to admit that the American Revolution ever happened, or that we lost it. So there is no "America", only "South Canada". And the Canuckistanians are the "British Americans".
There is more, which we may explore tomorrow. In the meantime, take care not to lick any machineel leaves!
* Perhaps indeed. BUT IT'S NOT GETTING MOVED!
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