The Bad Sin Of Sin Bad #2

 Okay, I Cheated There

There ought not to be a break in "Sinbad" but the joke doesn't work without it, so I hope you will forgive me.  Actually, being horrid, I don't care if you forgive me or not <snickers horribly>.

     The Western world's media certainly have a soft spot for Sinbad, who has been portrayed many a time in film <maybe television too, but confirming that would require a bit of effort>.  Art?

Ah yes.  No.

     Conrad is pretty sure he's seen this film, yet can recall absolutely nothing about it.  So either it cannot be any good, or the selenium isotopes I was sniffing for entertainment at the time were especially good.

     Anyway, the film I wanted to discuss today is the "Sinbad" from 2003, which was an animated film.  "Animated" in the sense of being composed of still images created by hand, rather than the cheaty-cheaty CGI route.  Art?

Shoes or bra?  Only you can decide!

           By all accounts it wasn't a bad film, just 2D when 3D had captured the nation's heart, and was in direct competition with another film that totally acknowledged it's heritage, called "Caribbean Piratage" or somesuch.  There were pirates, anyhow.

     Thus, "Sinbad" ends up costing the studios a loss of £78 million.  This is a whacking big wheelbarrow-load of cash that possibly puts traditional cel animation films on the pause for good.  Certainly the old studio methodology of having a master animation, with every other 23 frames done by willing Third World volunteers, has gone out the window.

     CONRAD IS ANGRY!  O SO ANGRY!  ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!

     We interrupt normal media broadcasting to inform you that Conrad is once again composed of 90% Frothing Nitric Ire thanks to Blogger, as out of nowhere the dreaded Cursor Reformatting Error hit, meaning this is the second iteration of today's post.  We do not apologise for anything and have already despetched paid assassins to sort the <insert very long swear here> out.
     And I bet we still can't add pictures.

     Nope - O!  Verdana is back.  It's only taken them a week to sort that out.  They must be taking lessons from First Bus in crisis management*. 

     I'M STILL ANGRY IF ANYONE'S PAYING ATTENTION!

Damnation! Or, some people are hard to please (me, for one).  You will recall Conrad waffling on about the Toddbrook Dam earlier in the week, and how things had looked pretty dicey both for dam and the town of Whaley Bridge, whose occupants would have experienced an early bath if the dam had given way.  Of course there were some bafoons who insisted on staying because of their civil rights, which loonwaffles probably didn't understand that, when a dam goes, you have seconds to get out of the way.  Seconds!  Imagine a battering-ram that weighs a million tons, moving at sixty miles per hour, and that's what the town would have contended with if the dam had burst.   Enter some brave souls.  There were eight police officers at the dam whilst the waters rose, who formed a human chain to line the dam's top with sandbags, preventing the reservoir from overflowing.  Hydraulic engineers stated afterwards that this is what saved the dam.  It was, as if Your Humble Scribe has to say it, extremely risky work.  They were warned if they saw any whirlpools forming to drop everything and run, as this would signal that the dam wall had been breached and water was leaking through.  It is doubtful if those at the far end of the chain would have had time to get clear: seconds, remember? The wife of one of these heroic chaps afterwards called him an idiot, and might very well have been thinking the title of this item, which he may be for risking his life, but he's certainly a town-and-life saving idiot.     YES I'M STILL O SO VERY ANGRY!

     This time it's a formatting issue - as you can see, the text in the item above has been re-formatted to automatically centre WHICH IS DON'T WANT!

 

Rupert The Dare
Conrad has been very naughty, reading up extensively on different subjects linked to an excellent resource page he found on the English Civil Unpleasantness, instead of getting on with his wargame.  Though it did move ahead half a move last night, honest.
     Everybody knows what happened to Chas One after his attempts to invade England with a Scottish army; what do you know of Prince Rupert, the charismatic and dashing Royalist cavalry commander?
     Well, of course - obviously! - he became a pirate.  Art?

What a faff!  To load that I had to save it to file then go in and upload it and select it, when all - oh-oh, that formatting glitch is back again I DIDN'T THINK I COULD GET ANY ANGRIER BUT I HAVE DONE!

<pauses to let the red mist recede a fraction>

     Ol' Rupe was in charge of the small Royalist navy that came about after the end of the Civil Unpleasantness in England.  The plan was to stooge about and capture vessels, which would have their cargoes sold off then be sold on as plunder, or retained as warships.  His first base for this was Wexford, in Ireland, then under the control of the Irish Confederacy.
     "Let's allow pirates to operate from our port, buy things they steal and sell them provisions!" thought the townsfolk.  "What could possibly go wrong!"
     They had to ask.  They just had to ask, didn't they?  What could possibly go wrong?  Oliver Cromwell and a train of siege artillery, that's what …
     Mind you, by that time Ol' Rupe was long gone.

Finally -
Hopefully <crosses all crossable body parts) we can hit the Compositional Ton without any further Blogger glitches, even if I am having to use the old version.  For some reason I cannot amend the Draft blog on the newer version.  Listy (MISTER LISTER to you) accurately yet succinctly described the new version on his blog as "banjaxed", and do you know, he's right.

     And with that <whispers> we are done.

*  Perhaps not.  If they were I'd expect a resolution to come somewhere in 2022.