Hello Monday Morning!
For that is when I am typing this. In the past our schedules have been either 08:00 - 16:00 or 09:00 - 17:00, with an hideous Monday variation of 08:00 - 17:00 once every five weeks or so.
Now, the schedules have been moved forward 15 minutes to accommodate 15 minutes of 'Buzz', whatever that might be.
Just to fill you in on the fascinating lifestyle of a contemporary WFH employee.
ANYWAY I did caution you yesteryon that there would be mention made of explosives, and then some. Art!
No, Art, no. You're over-egging the pudding. Those chaps from "Ordnance Lab" acquired a super-high speed camera that could take pictures at 2,000 frames per second, and as you might expect from a Youtube channel that positively delights in Blowing Shizzle Up, they were determined to picture various things exploding. Art!
This is their humble beginning, 8 oz. of black powder resting on a wooden stand in order that not too much dirt is kicked up to block the shot. There were three different cameras shooting this, including the Chronos fancy-dancy-schmancy super high speed one. Here's their basic model Go-Pro shot, done at 120 frames per second. Art!
From this you understand why they film remotely. Next up was the Chronos, shooting at 2,000 frames per second. Art!
A fraction of a second after detonation. Impressive! and also done from behind a protective screen as that camera was expensive. For their next pyrotechnical production, the Lab lads used a hand-grenade, the South Canadian version of a Pattern 36 Mills bomb. Art!
Again off the ground to avoid a big debris cloud when it goes off. Note that the SAFETY FIRST lads used an electrical cap to detonate the grenade, rather than muck around with pins and levers which would have limited their escape time to mere seconds. Art!
That 'dust' thrown up on the ground is in fact shrapnel from the grenade kicking it up, an indication that the Lab lads were very sensible keeping away from this explosive device. Art!
There's the difference between the Go-Pro and the Chronos. Notice that all the Go-Pro captured was smoke when the grenade went off. Here's another frame, now six into the explosion sequence for the grenade. Art!
Okay, they'd tried the pineapple, what about a potato-masher grenade? This is the Teuton Steilgranate, as used in both First and Second Unpleasantnesses. It had a lot less metal in it's body as the primary use was as an assault weapon and you didn't want it flinging jagged-edged death fragments at your own people. Art!
To operate this weapon, you unscrewed that cap on the base and pulled an igniter cord, which mechanism allowed the Lab lads to trigger it with a long piece of string. Art!
There goes the handle at lower starboard. It flew so hard and fast that this is the last it was seen. Conrad was impressed at how much damage this grenade caused.
Their piece de resistance was a pressure-cooker bomb loaded with six and a half pounds of ammonal, which is a portmanteau word that crosses "Ammonium" and "Aluminium", and comes out with a dangerously explosive baby. I may go into a rather ghoulish, ghastly and gory Biggles short story that features ammonal as used in dirty tricks. We shall see. Art!
Jake explained that it was no use complaining to the Houston branch of the FBI, nor the nearest Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms office, as both are well aware of the Ordnance Labs lads existence. He did recommend calling the Royal Canadian Mounted Police if you were concerned, which is a bit petty, eh? Art!
All that remained of the pressure-cooker were a few small fragments scattered over a circle one hundred metres across. Saves on washing up, I suppose.
Conrad shouldn't have to say this, because high explosives are not the sort of things to go mucking about with after a night in the pub, and neither are low explosives: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! Or anywhere else.
Hark Hark This Shark Does Bark!
Saturday marked an unpleasant anniversary: the original invasion of Ukraine under the Special Idiotic Operation, which was marked by large crowds across Europe and across The Pond in South Canada and British America. The Kremlin Gremlin is probably feeling a bit sick about this, as he'd expect everyone to have gotten bored and moved on to the next big thing.
Except not. Art!
Conrad is unsure exactly why sharks - but is willing to go with it. You can also see the "NAFO" banner, a sight guaranteed to send the Krembots, fanbois and vatniks into a frothing rage as they insist NAFO is a CIA Psy-Ops covert organisation working out of Langley (confusing the CIA with it's deadly rival, the FBI) that is plotting to corner the market and obtain unlimited rice pudding.
Note the police officer wondering which superior officer he ticked off to get protective guard duty outside the Ruffian embassy on 24th February. Art!
His mate is wondering exactly that, too.
You can tell it's the Ruffian embassy by the two-faced eagle plaque on the wall at rear. As for "Rave on Putin's grave" (nice to see they got the apostrophe correct), you'll have to take a ticket and join the queue, love.
Conrad The Cruel
I have the moustache for it, don't you think? This concerns a Youtube channel and the Comments appended to, which, if we cattle-prod Art into semi-sentience -
I was able to type those names up without having to take even a second to think about them, that's how many South Canadian newsclips I've seen on Youtube. This vlog was in the aftermath of Judge Engeron handing down that swingeing fine on Bloaty Biffer Bafune Boy, which triggered some MAGA loonwaffles hanging out in the Comments.
Scotty was so furiously angry that he missed out the word "know". He was referring to a proposed MAGA trucker boycott of New York, because they were all upset and teary-eyed.
O who's this in the Comments replying to Scott!
No reply from Scotty to date. Probably sulking.
"City In The Sky"
The Battle Of New Eucla continues.
‘Why is that? There’s vibrations
there that shouldn’t be,’ he muttered, thinking aloud and not worried about any eavesdropping. Grains of sand shifted in the puddle. Physics, practical day-to-day stuff that he
dealt with thanks to his dad’s insistence, told him that there had to be an
input of energy from such symptoms.
‘Doctor - ’ he began, before realising that Doctor Smith had produced a
strange metal cylinder and was talking into it.
Billy jumped in surprise and wonder when the strange cylinder began to
talk back, and belatedly recognised a radio transmission device – but one a
fraction the size of the ones he’d seen as a child in the Heritage laminates.
This conversation suffered interruption when the Lithoi’s flying eye
came hunting them, possibly drawn by the electronic signalling. Doctor Smith harried them from their insecure
hiding place to another formed by the collapse of two residences into the
street, creating a fractal pyramid of debris that they both burrowed into. He then relayed a description of the
unearthly creature that had masqueraded inside a fake human being, hiding
beneath a plastic exterior.
Once again thunder minus lightning interrupted them, rattling their
entire hideout. The sound of the Lithoi’s flying eye destroying another
house came clearly to them as evidence of how close the alien device was to
them.
Not sure where Mike disappeared to. Tut tut, author: continuity!
Finally -
I may relent and open the door to the Sekrit Layr, as Edna The Entitled is whimpering and scratching at it, lest there be food fallen on the floor that she wants needs. La reverdere!
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