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Sunday 10 July 2022

Wow!

I Know What You're Thinking

"There'll be a clickbait picture and a stupid comment along the lines of "Photo Five Will Shock You!!!" " and yes, they do use triple exclamation marks.  

     Not so here.  You know you can trust BOOJUM! at least in daylight.  What I refer to is the total of visits yesteryon, a single-post Saturday when Your Humble Scribe was working all day long, or at least as long as management eyes were upon us.  Art!

     96 visitors?  What could have caused this?  The Intro was a long and involved story about students and revenge in South Canada, with a lead picture of hallway lockers, hardly the stuff of legends.  Art!

<Yawns hugely>

     Conrad would have to think hard to come up with a less appealing game than one about racing cars.  "But the lead character is female!" makes no difference either.  "But she's from Middlesborough!" fails to entice either.  "And she's a millionaire Tory owning a pack of slaves?" not working pal.  "And a zombie to boot?"  AH! now you're talking!  If you can add a few atom bombs and a tank or two then we're in business.  Conrad: easily pleased.

Hmmmm.  A thing, apparently.  No idea about gender or -isms

     Where were we?

     O yes, "Stranger Things".  Conrad is currently watching the first series again, all the way back from 2016.  It seems peculiar to see our contemporary heroes and heroines looking ever so young as they were back then, time and tide not waiting for anyone I suppose.  Art!


     The Duffer Brothers do a mean soundtrack, too - all British post-punk classics from what I remember.  If only they had included a track from The Comsat Angels I could die happy.  Still, there is Season Five to come.  I hope they kill off Robin quick smart, she's definitely excess baggage.  Yeah, yeah, they could vapourise her at the end of S5E1, and then play "Eye Of The Lens" by the Comsats.  Soz, Robyn, it was a noble sacrifice.


The Haul

Don't mock this old dinosaur, only yesteryon did I discover that you can select a whole line of text by clicking on it three times.

     This has nothing to do with anything else, I just like to keep you informed.  Art!


     The latest batch from N & M Press, at a quarter what they should have cost.  At upper port you have "German Strategy In The Great War" which instantly dates it to post-First Unpleasantness and pre-Second Unpleasantness, because only then was the First Unpleasantness known as the "Great War".  Next to it is "The St. Mihiel Offensive" which only South Canadian anoraks would recognise, as it was one of their first major solo offensives on the Western Front.  Pretty successful, too, but of course the French and British had done all the heavy lifting in th

     "Harrogate Terriers" is nothing to do with dogs, rather a Territorial battalion of the West Yorkshire regiment.  Territorial = Terrier.  Obvs.  And "21 Days In Normandy" concerns the 4th Canadian Armoured* Division.  Yes, Vulnavia, there were British Americans fighting in Normandy!  Nobody gives them much recognition, not even native Canuckistanians, because they're too polite to be boastful (British Imperial genes doncha know).  Art!

Prepping a hot hello for the Teutons

Another Leading Question

I had to dig a bit to get this webpage up, so you are most definitely going to experience the benefits of Conrad's labour, like it or not.  Art!


     Not if Quora is any metric, matey.  There are some staggeringly daft questions being asked on there, and yes, it has taken over from Youtube as Conrad's Guilty Pleasure.  "Does the British army have a destroyer"? asked in all seriousness.  No.  No they do not.  The ROYAL NAVY has several, though.  "How do you not get shot by British police at a traffic stop"?  That's easy, British police are not armed, you are not going to get shot by them at a traffic stop, although they may deploy killer levels of sarcasm or even irony, which latter South Canadians may struggle with.  "Does the British army have helicopters?" to which some wag replied "No, instead we have one man in each platoon trained to go 'dugga-dugga-dugga' so the enemy look to the skies expecting helicopters, and then we surprise them at ground level."


Bring On The Dancing Hearses

What?  We've run out?  Okay we'll have to make do with "The Sea Of Sand".  Bring on the fan-fiction!

For a moment the only sound was that of the storm outside as the officer sipped on a glass of green liqueur.

‘Not for long.  Every so often one of the labourers would vanish.  We finally ended up with only the overseer.  Never a trace of the missing men, no food gone, no water, no artefacts.  Nothing.’

Llewellyn’s face twisted in a rictus when he pronounced the word “artefacts”, a connection not lost on the Doctor.

‘Surely you must have found something?’ he prompted, reading between the lines.

‘No, we never did.  No artefacts at all.  The Professor was convinced our missing labourers went absent with hidden finds, stolen so they could sell them.’

‘But you didn’t?’ asked Sarah, feeling bold in putting the question.

‘I didn’t,’ agreed Roger, slowly.  ‘Because we simply didn’t find any artefacts anywhere on the whole dig.  Barring the buildings, there wasn’t any trace of human presence anywhere.’  He fixed Sarah with a look that dared her to object.  ‘D’you know how impossible that is?’

‘Yes,’ replied the Doctor, now feeling more convinced than ever that he’d come across the reason they had been switched here, intead of being allowed to get to Mars in the early twenty-third century.  ‘The storm is passing,’ he added.

The officer stopped to listen, cocking his head to one side.  His expression brightened.

‘I think you’re right, old chap.  That’s better.  Now, did Corporal Mickleborough say you’d been to see Captain Dobie already?’

‘Oh yes, we’ve already seen the Captain.  He wasn’t exactly happy to see us,’ said Sarah.

     And so are we.  Passing, that is.


O I Say

Egad it's hot!  I know, I know, there's no satisfying Conrad.  It's either too cold or too hot or too dry or too wet or all four at once (what a day that was!).    Art!


Edna on bedna

     She doesn't often jump up to sit on my Sektir Layr's bed because it stands at the limit of how high she can jump.  Fortunately for both of us the jigsaw had been moved out of the way.  How did I get her attention?  A simple hiss, which is obviously Dog for "Treats!"


Finally -

We only need a short item here to hit the Adjusted Compositional Ton.  What to yark about?  Welllllll we have a new dishwasher after the old one died last week, after eight years loyal service.  The new one, rather creepily, opens up when the wash cycle has run, so all the hot steamy moist air escapes and things can dry better without extra heat being needed.  I don't have a photo for you yet, maybe later if I can be bothered or motivated.  Reminds me of my recliner chair; five minutes after one leaves it, the leather begins to settle, making a sound exactly like someone (or something) sitting down on it.  Rather un-nerving.

     And I shall leave you on that cheerful note.




*  Note how we spell it correctly, South Canadians

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