Great Horny Devils!

Firstly, WASH OUT YOUR FILTHY MINDS!

You disgusting lot.  I know how your sewer-like imaginations run.  Just wait until I take over -

     ANYWAY we should all know that Beelzebub is traditionally depicted with horns, so if Art can oblige us -

A Devil

     Sure, "Great Horned Devils!" might be more grammatically correct, except it's not click-baity enough, so here we are.  Which is back with "Le Mort D'Arthur" and the Perils of Percivale, or Sir Per for conciseness.  If you recall, we left him lost in the wilderness, abandoned, alone and without food or water (though with a lion as his best friend).  Then arrived aboard a boat a beautiful lady all clad in black, and the ship was black all over.  She gets off the boat and makes come-to-bed eyes at Sir Per, and indulges in come-to-bed banter with him; hmmmm ladies of the fourteenth century weren't shy about letting men know how they felt, were they?  Art!

Sir Per and the wanton wench

     (Conrad thinks they missed the "clad in black" part of the text).  So they get a bit smoochy and prepare to do the deed - this is as racy we we get on the blog - when Sir Per notices his sword standing upright ONCE AGAIN WASH OUT YOUR SEWER-LIKE MINDS! for which see above, and since it makes a cross thanks to hilt, blade and those pointy bits at the side*, he crosses himself as well (they do this a lot in LMDA from Book Thirteen onwards) out of religious observance.
     Well!  The lady in black and her ship all vanish in a cloud of black smoke, for as revealed to Sir Per by a good man (that is, a priest) that 'lady' was the Devil himself, out to seduce him.  Or should that be 'herself'?  Dammit, shapeshifting cross-gender supernatural beings make a mockery of grammar!

Sir Per admires a tonsure

     This is the second time the Devil has tried to seduce one of the Knights of the Round Table, by using female form.  Conrad is sure Mister Freud would make a meal out of this.  We shall merely deem it to be an appetiser.
     Motley!  Care for a game of Grenade Tennis?

Hey!  That's My Job!

Your Humble Scribe, by divers means, came across a Youtube video from eight years ago, showing a South Canadian in the state of Minnesota using a tool he described as a "Roof Razor" to get rid of snow on his roof.  Art!

Note close proximity to British America

     Given it's location, snow and snowstorms are a frequent occurrence in Minnesota, and the Original Poster had experienced about 40 inches of snow in a couple of days.  This meant snow at least two feet deep on the roof of his house, which needed clearing.  Art!

The DANGEROUS method

     This is where the "MinnSNOWta" Roof Razor comes in - to my chagrin, because whose job is it to make terrible puns around here?  Art!

     As you can see, OP is safely on terra firma, and also safely distant from the roof, in case all that snow decides to come down at once.  The Roof Razor takes a big squared-off chunk of snow at each push, which is deflected off to the sides by that canvas cloth.  Art!

The article itself, with extension poles AND WASH OUT YOUR DIRTY MINDS!

     Watching it in action was very Zen.  A lot of the comments were from South Canadians in the southern states, where they never get so much as an iota of snow, which was part of the fascination in watching the Roof Razor perform.

Talking Of Tin Men

I was yesteryon, so that counts.  We also finished on a picture of the Tin Man from "The Wizard Of Oz", which Conrad has 1) Never seen and 2) Never intends to (it's a musical, that's reason enough).  However, a little whimsical speculation never hurts, unless we're talking about Gamestop.  Art!

     Sooooo - what, exactly, is he?  Conrad suspects a primitive variety of cyborg, since he seems to be a head encased in a metal suit, and he would have terrible trouble trying to travel by air, because he'd never get through the scanners, would he?  There's also the question of how an organic heart would survive if implanted into his torso, because there's always the risk of rejection, and if he fell over it might get squished, plus you can't have it coming into contact with his metallic frame as there's a risk of heavy metal poisoning.  Probably packed away in a sterile jelly with lots of hydrogen bonds to make it nice and rigid.  And one suspects that the original pump unit for circulating vital fluids would remain as an emergency back-up**.

     Of course, I could be over-thinking this ...

Like him.

"Iota"

Alright, I confess I had this down in my notebook already and was just looking for an excuse to add it into the blog at a random point.  It is, according to my Collins Concise, the ninth letter of the Greek alphabet.  Art!

     My Brewers has more to say about it.  Why 'iota' as shorthand for a very small amount or quantity?  Because it is the smallest letter in the Greek alphabet (Anna can confirm this).  It is also referenced in the phrase "Not one jot or tittle" AND AGAIN EXPUNGE THE FILTH FROM THY CRANIUMS! where "Jot" refers to the main stroke of the letter "i", which Roman letter is derived from Iota, and "Tittle" comes from the Latin for "Label" and is the dot of the letter "i".

     BOOJUM! - didactic pedantic eccentric (our three best qualities).

Finally -

I was going to undertake more etymology, however, I think once in a post is enough as we don't want your brains to glaze over, do we?  I only need about a dozen words to hit the Compositional Ton, before biting the bullet and taking Edna for a trot whilst the monsoon outside has paused.

*  "Cross-guards"; I looked it up

**  Hmmmm who else do we know with two hearts***?

***  Do you see what I - O you do