For The I.T. Has Been Running Faultlessly So Far
Of course I have yet to drop if from height onto concrete, spray it with a carbonated drink or smear hot grease across the touch-pad and keyboard, all of which it can look forward to. Conrad: clumsy and un-co-ordinated (my third and fourth best qualities).
The hapless 'Vorga' has featured in a lot of titles this week, without Conrad doing any explaining. You ought to be aware that it's the name of a spaceship that ignored the marooned spacer Gully Foyle, sole survivor of the spaceship 'Nomad'. Art!
If you want to know more, go and read the book!
Conrad remembers that it's one of the entries in "The 25 Best Science-Fiction Films Never Made" and, whilst some of the 25 have actually been made, this is still languishing unmade. Your Humble Scribe is unaware if it's even in development hell. Let me attend to that factual deficiency -
Nope!
"Please! Please let me! I'll add in giant robots and sexy ghosts and stuff!"
It seems to have been picked up every so often for the past 30 years, the last time being when the chap above tried to get things rolling in 2015. Given that was six years ago, I don't think he was very successful. O, and given that the protagonist, Gully Foyle, is described as 'Liar, lecher, ghoul, walking cancer' one doubts modern Hollywood would be able to do an adaptation faithful to the novel. He gets up to some quite repellent stuff at times, which would probably have to be excised from a screenplay.
I can wait. I'm a patient alien man.
Meanwhile, Back In The Mud
Ha! Yes, the 'Erie Canal Soda Pop Festival', also known as the 'Bull Island Music Festival', for which we've already posted various salient facts and pictures. Conrad found a newer Youtube video which updated and fleshed-out the background he was familiar with. For one thing, previous accounts gave the impression that no bands played at all - which is untrue. The first night Albert King, a notable blues player, did a set, which may well have placated those in attendance. Art!
None of the big names turned up
Black Sabbath didn't turn up, although Black Oak Arkansas did. So did Ravi Shankar and Ballinjack, which wasn't enough to make up for those bands who got to Evansville in Indiana, the nearest major town, saw how uncontrollably enormous the crowds were and either baled on safety reasons or baled because they didn't get the bigger fees they asked for.
Of course, nothing could possibly make things even worse, could it?
Except for a bit of light pillaging!
We're not done with this farrago of filth, O noes!
Conrad Is, Once Again, Furiously Angry!
For one thing, there is altogether FAR TOO MUCH OF THE BALLFOOT GAME about at present. If I wish to hear about the 'Euro' then let it be about the specie, not the sport. Then again, the usual Hollywood suits are muttering about a remake of "Forbidden Planet", so I shall have to ensure that a few of them mysteriously disappear. I had to do this back in the Nineties but their memories are short when it comes to $$$.
"Number 3: the world's largest unmarked grave
ANYWAY none of that has anything to do with the Codeword - apart from the Frothing Nitric Ire - which has been a rara avis at The Mansion of late as it's been sold out whenever I have ventured forth to the retail emporiums. Emporia? Shops. Let the outrage be loosed!
"GNOCCHI": What on Earth! (we use this expostulation here at BOOJUM! as 'WoE' as it is manifestly SFW, rather than that other acronym). How many words in English can you think of that begin "GN-", apart from "GNAW" and "GNOME"? And this one's ITALIAN! You'd better believe that I'm very, very crosss. Art!
Yes, delicious. ALSO FOREIGN.
"MAGNIFICO": YOU WHAT! Are you serious? What language - no, never mind, it's enough that it isn't English. I mentioned disappearing a few Hollywood suits, didn't I? There may be some Codeword Compilers added to that agenda.
A purely metaphorical analogy of no real-world significance at all, officer.
"AUBADE": Hey what say what? Your Humble Scribe vaguely recollected this word from somewhere about something, at which point one begins to wonder if senility has started already, or if <shudder> you've spelled a word wrongly*. Nope, this is another medieval term,"A poem or short musical piece to greet the dawn". O right, yes, entirely understandable in Dark Ages Europe when they had no idea what astronomy or stellar fusion processes were. BUT IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY!
You may now hum the theme to "The Vicar Of Dibley" because that's a whole lot more applicable than <grits teeth so hard there are fragments> "Aubade".
I think that's it for today's Codeword crimes, if I carry on any more I shall bore you and give myself a myocardial infarction.
Finally -
Conrad has finally arranged his collection of "The Expanse" novels all in a line in the bookcase, so I can see that all eight of them are there. I remember reading one of these (can't remember which one now) when I began at my Still Coyly Anonymous Employer four years ago, on the sofa outside the training rooms, and being rather impressed that Tom, one of the Team Leaders, was familiar with it. Ah, there's been a lot of water under the bridge since then.
Except - how many Expanse novels are there supposed to be? Isn't there a ninth due out anytime soon, or even anytime recently past? <pause for Google-fu to be deployed>
Hmmmm, not to be published until November 2021, which will be the hardback publishing date, so the paperback isn't going to appear until 2022 -
* One of my nightmares. How many people do you know who have dictionaries in their bad dreams?
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