Can't Dawdle Or Chit-Chat -
I've got a variant of Bigos on the go. There's no casserole beef to be had, so Conrad is making do with 14 sausages instead. Necessity the mother of invention and all that.
Okay, we need this evening's click-baity picture up. Let us once more raid the archives of the pulp science-fiction magazines from way back when women needed only to look attractive and scream in terror (usually whilst wearing the ubiquitous brass bra). Art!
Hmmmm. Conrad not entirely sure what's going on here, though the topless chap seems to be hurling hand grenades with wild abandon. Given that he's out in the open and completely unarmoured, this is a rather bad idea. The lady in the foreground seems to be both cringing in terror and covering her ears - the Pattern 36 Mills Bomb going off can indeed damage eardrums. Presumably the lady hovering/floating/flying between the 'horns' is sinister, probably eeeeevil, as she's all in shadow. Doubtless has blue skin and three eyes. And - what kind of title is "The Pit Of Nympthons"? Sounds highly dubious to me.
ANYWAY let the show commence!
2020
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2020/05/stalker-talker.html
2019
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2019/05/i-wonder.html
2018
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2018/05/sentient-seaweed-sandwichese.html
2017
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2017/05/today-efficiency-is-key.html
2016
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2016/05/sweet-spirits-of-nitre.html
2015
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2015/05/hey-its-nathan-fillion-riding-pillion.html
2014
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.com/2014/05/glagolitic-well-well-well.html
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