Apollo?
Not literally or we'd be doing the story of the Space Shuttle and the International Space Station. Incidentally, the 'Apollo' comics character from Authority and Stormwatch is as gay as the Gordons, and married to Midnighter, whom is their analogue of Batman, for your information. And! because I've mentioned them I can legitimately use them as click-bait. Art!
The charming couple
O - there is Barry Malzberg's "Beyond Apollo" novel, which seems to be as much about insanity and sex as it does about space travel, since Ol' Baz hated hated hated the space program in every detail. Not sure why. Wife ran off with Buzz Aldrin? Art!
I could tackle DJ Tango for this Intro, because there's enough material out there to do an ongoing-blog about his legal woes, another about his slurred rambling mis-read nonsense that he graces with the name 'speeches' and another on all the satellite events that orbit his gargantuan carcass - except that would probably run out of charm very quickly. You can only frolic in a hog-wallow for so long. O and I can insult him all day long as he's not a politician any longer, merely a humble citizen*. Art!
"My girdle chafes today"
The headlines are full of the Gaza Unpleasantness, which Your Humble Scribe isn't going to go anywhere near anywhere near, although he is now curious about exactly what is detailed in the two volumes of "Military Operations Egypt And Palestine". In fact as a tangent I recall that the Ottomans were in possession of Palestine in 1915 when they joined hostilities on the side of the Central Powers, a geographical area that also included the Sinai peninsula. They unsuccessfully tried to cross the Suez Canal into Egypt and subsequently retreated back into Palestine, and I seem to recall that there were at least two battles under the nomenclature 'Gaza', where their defensive lines were established. Art!
Dog Buns, my curiosity is now piqued and I have a ton of other book work to undertake - re-indexing, annotating "On Thermonuclear War" and going over relevant chapters in "Strategic Air Command", quite besides that Desk Diary Crossword collection and Codewords. You know, if there were 25 hours in a day, I didn't sleep and at all and was independently wealthy (thus no need to work) there still wouldn't be enough time in a day for me.
Karma Karma Karma Hydra
Yes, a combination of coincidence and getting one's richly deserved come-uppance. Conrad picked this tale up from Quora and cannot say with certainty that it's South Canadian, since it might be British American, Ocker or Kiwi. They spelled 'Behaviour' the right way, you see.
ANYWAY the Original Poster described a sly workplace bully, who was cunning enough not to get caught directly doing the dirty deeds, but who was being watched by both management and HR. Art!
Possibly somewhere like this. Or not.
OP also noted that Bullying Bottom-Hole (hereafter BBH) was prone to drink-driving, and had only recently had his licence returned to him after being caught Driving Under the Influence - again. This was on 'Good Behaviour' terms, and any breach of the law would be punished by retraction - again.
Then! not suprisingly with all those eyes upon him, BBH was caught red- white- and blue-handed and fired on the spot. As you may guess, he did not take this well. Specifically, he revved up his Male Appendage Substitute Car - Art!
- as he exchanged swears with his supervisor who happened to be opening the security gate for his permanent departure.
Already in a state of high dudgeon, BBH tore out of the car park in a cloud of white smoke, leaving tyre tracks on tarmac (mentality of a teen boy racer), onto the main road -
Where he was immediately pulled over by a cop in car who had been parked only just up the road.
Net result: job 0%; car = 0% (impounded on the spot for a month); licence = 0%; huge fine = 100%. BBH had to walk home.
Everyone at the 'facility' (as we shall dub it), on the other hand, had a hearty laugh at his expense.
How Beastly
Yeah, that automatic rollover re-subscription still rankles, so anything I can squeeze out of "The Daily Beast" is welcome payback, heh. Thankfully I can now put up another of their side-bar adverts that features mysterious miscellaneous tat, the purpose of which can only be guessed at. Art!
NO I CAN'T JUST CLICK ON THEM TO COMPREHEND. That would be, if not quite cheating, not the done thing. The third item in seems to be portable female beauty products storage, although unreasonably large and bulky. Item Number One - triple-knife sharpener? Item Number Two - multi-purpose tool for tile grouting and shaving legs, obviously. Item Number Four - re-usable milk carton dispensing spout.
Your opinions will be considered briefly and then discarded if you wish to add them in the Comments, because I'm horrid like that.
"City In The Sky"
Not so much a life on the open outback as a life on the Ocker shoreline, in the post-Big Crash society Down Under.
‘That’s very helpful. Could you
include that we intend to stop at Eucla, in case people want to contact us?’
‘I wouldn’t really have shot yer feet off,’ apologised the
policeman. ‘Just so you lot don’t think
the worst of us.’ He paused before
continuing. ‘See, there ain’t enough
humans left, even here in Oz, and we missed the worst of The War. Killing people’s a last resort.’
‘I guessed that,’ murmured the Doctor when the policeman had mounted his
horse and departed, to an echoing clop-clop-clop. ‘Those smoke columns are from squatters -
human ones this time. Not too difficult
to track down, yet they’re still merrily smoking away. I doubt they fear the police.’
Once back in the Tardis, they waited whilst the Doctor perused maps of
varying scales on the big wall monitor.
His maps were generations out of date, showing the shoreline along the
Still, going in blind at least allowed one the experience of novelty.
In case you're wondering at the cod Oz accent, it has become stronger over time since the Big Crash removed international communications and thus any tendency to diminish said accent**.
An Update On Indexercising
Conrad is now working on the books in the Book Cave, which are both high and inaccessible without a ladder. Getting to them means moving the laptop table, the wargaming paste table, the stand and television and then hoiking in the ladder. Up ladder, load up a laundry basket with books, down again and dump them off in a corner. Art!
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That's one row of three removed, which took five baskets to shift, so I anticipate another ten baskets-worth being humped down. Art!
I've added the books in the basket to the index, so just need to add those behind it. And do you know, I turned up a duplicate!
Dog Buns!
That will teach me to boast. I tried the killer word from yesteryon that I wouldn't reveal on today's Anti-Wordle, and got the following disappointing result. Art!
It's SZYZGY so I mis-remembered it <sad face> O well there's always <thinks> SYNOD.
Probably time to think about lunch and taking Edna for a trot, whilst the weather is nice and sunny (if a little chilly). It was like this yesteryon when we left, cloudless blue skies, yet it was beginning to chuck it down by the time we got back to The Mansion. British weather; fickle as a furry female fiend. Art!
The fiend in question
* In objective reality if not his mind.
** My story, to which I am sticking.
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