Creating words of wit, wisdom and wonder - BOOJUM! of course, what did you think I was referring to? The weekly shopping list?
Conrad has gotten out of the habit of keeping a bit of notepaper on his bedside cabinet, which is a bit sloppy considering that his brain is always working, even when he isn't. By which I mean upon waking from eight hours sleep, there is frequently a buzzword or two echoing around my consciousness, and in times gone by I'd snatch up a pen (for there is always one close at hand) and scribble it down.
<O be still my sweaty palms!> |
Carter, looking very Burwell |
The real question, of course, is why his name floated to the top of the fetid swamp that is my mind. It's ages since I watched "The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs" and that's the last thing I recall seeing with his name attached to it.
The past is another country, and so, it seems, is my brain.
Jakarta, part of another country |
Here's One I Prepped Earlier
Ah, how it makes my shrivelled heart beat faster, seeing a musician reduced to snivelling thanks to A Little Musical Critique. They get so fearfully precious about their wailings and warblings, the little dears. Take Iron Maiden, for example; they went through a whole box of Andrex each last night.
Better get another fistful of tissue, chaps, because we continue with our incisive look at "Bring Your Daughter To The Slaughter". Having lambasted the first verse, let us now take aim at the chorus <ahem>
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Is there an age limit to this event, or is it open doors?
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Now you're being confusing. Which grammatical tense is the correct one here?
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
How can you bring her if you've already let her go! Stop being obtuse!
Let her go, let her go, let her go
STOP THIS NONSENSE!
Let her go
Not even a "Please". Really, your manners!
You need a better brand of sun-tan lotion, matey |
O what a source of new material the podcast "We Have Ways" is. Al related a listener's e-mail, saying that he'd once been in conversation with an Italian, who reminisced about his work on Italian aircraft during the Second Unpleasantness. They put together an aircraft, which was then wheeled out of the hangar, then round the back, where it was broken down into bits and recycled as spare parts. He was told not to ask any questions about it.
Jim had more to say on the subject. The tale was almost true. It concerned a plane called the Breda Ba88, which, if Art will put down the coal scuttle and spoon -
It *looked* the business |
All done with wires |
Another One Conrad Can Get Behind
Only for a congratulatory slap, no knives involved. For Lo! we have arrived at Number 28 on the list of "50 Best Sci-Fi Television Shows" as compiled by Rolling Stone, every bit as fruitful as WHW. Art!
The grandaddy of them all |
Life imitating art (and maybe a motley) |
Finally -
What to wrap up with? I think the F.M.O. as I've scribbled it down enough in my notebook. It stands for "Flug Motorenwerk Ostmark", and was a Teuton manufacturer of aircraft engines in the Second Unpleasantness. I was picqued by Andrew Tooze's description of how it was intended to be a mighty manufacturing hub, churning out 1,000 aero-engines per month, yet it struggled to manage a quarter of that total. Some weak-ass sauce, one judges. Reichmarschall Goering was scandalised after paying it a visit, calling it disorganised and rubbish, and sneering at how few engines it had made by then - all of a few dozen after two years.
"Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair ..." |
And with that, we are done! Done, I tell you!
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