Let's See Where This Gets To
I have a vague idea about what to put in this Intro, so let's crack on with it. First of all, this Intro wasn't intended to have anything to do with that obscure Sixties sci-fi television series "Starry Trex*" and the original pilot episode "The Cage". Except that now I've mentioned both I can legally put up a picture to do with same. Art!
How to have what looks like an enormous and expensive set that, in reality, is a few daubs of paint on a sheet of glass, with one area left blank in order to fit the film into. Art!
That's the set right there, wh
ANYWAY the title is rather a misnomer, as - you may be ahead of me here - the captive Hom. Sap.s are kept in cells with stout transparent plastic walls, so the "Cage" of the title is as much a metaphor as reality, which is probably not a sentence you ever expected to read today.
Well, there I go, wittering on about what the blog's not about and not what it is. Allow me to elucidate that the word "Cage" comes from the Old French which in turn appropriated it from the Latin <hack spit> "Cavea" meaning "An enclosure". The informal "Cagey" is, again, more metaphor than literal, since it refers to being reluctant to share information; keeping it secured, if you like, in a cage of the mind. Art!
"Have you tried using 'Head & Shoulders'?"
More recently, we have seen vehicles fitted with protective 'cages' of latticeworked metal, in order to protect against incoming shaped-charge rounds, such as this - Art!
A Scim with a skin
We now come to Ruffia, which has been having terrible trouble with all these anonymous Unmanned Aerial Vehicles attacking their oil plant and energy locations. It's almost as if a nearby nation was sending them out deliberately and not taking either credit or blame for such actions. Well, the Kremlin has now given Rosneft and Gazprom permission to form their own private armies, meaning that responsibility for protecting all that petroleum and gas industrial plant has been successfully shifted from government to businesses. Art!
This means Putinpot can shrug his shoulders and point to other people being at fault, not him. Hmmmm from the photo above, Krasnodar Krai being hit, the supposed defences of 'nets' aren't working, are they? Although I've not seen any evidence of these nets in the real world, despite Googling for them. One suspects they look so ineffective that the Kremlin doesn't want any publicity about them, which might also help this mysterious un-named country doing all these drone attacks.
Let us abruptly change track and bring in Youtuber Jake Broe, whose YT channel - and, again, you may be ahead of me here - is "Jake Broe", where quite the funniest moments are those when Jake cannot express his anger or frustration in words, so he resorts to dragging his fingers down his face. Anything to do with Marjorie Taylor Greene - or 'Marjorie Traitor Greene' as Jake has it - tends to bring this on, as the woman is dumber than a box of rocks. Art!
One of these is an intellectual vacuum of extreme density, and the other is Marjorie Traitor Greene. Conrad's nickname for her is the extremely unflattering "Bloaty McBloatface", because the truth can hurt. In this case, so can looking in the mirror -
Enough with the catty remarks! We came here for CAGES and cages we are going to get! Art?
This image was also posted by Suchomimus, whose YT channel - you've guessed already, haven't you? - is "Suchomimus". The Cyrillic reads "Mariupol" which is the ruined city, and "Protiv" which is Ruffian for "Against", probably in the sense of a "Defence against". Sucho thought such cope-cages would stop the small quadcopter drones mounting an RPG warhead, but not the bigger versions with a 50 kilogram HE payload.
Jake was even more cutting, dismissing the picture as a Photoshopped fake, and indeed the craftsmanship here doesn't look orcish at all. You know, being efficiently done with skill and precision. It also seems to be the only such evidence in existence. Art!
Bird telepathy. It's a thing.
Completo Finito
You may have noticed an omission in the blog over the past few months, namely that Your Humble Scribe has not been flying into a Frothing Nitric Rage at the Codeword solutions encountered.
This is for the simple reason that I've not been doing any M.E.N. Codewords. Instead - Art!
I'd done a dozen or so before picking it up again after Christmas. The reason for no fulminations is that they have 3 letters to start one off with, and also avoid using lots of foreign or obsolete words. So, my blood pressure has been nicely settled. Until now.
"City In The Sky"
Ace and Kirwin are discovering that the Nullabor Plain dingoes are smarter than the average five-year old Hom. Sap.
Ten seconds of surprise later, Ace scraped a picture of the Lithoi base,
then a dingo next to it. She then
scuffed that out, to show a running dingo, then scuffed that out in turn to
walk a good ten metres away and draw a sitting dingo – her artistic skills not
being the best, she had to cross fingers and hope. Their dingo audience looked closely at each
sketch, then yelped a peculiar rippling, multi-tonal call and raced off. The Australians looked after it with both
worry and wonder.
‘Abstract thought. They’ll be
talking, next,’ commented one courier.
‘Nah. Don’t have the larynx for
it,’ said Ace. ‘Their great-great
grandchildren, mind, they’re another story altogether.’
They had to rest after their long trek to and from the desert plains;
rest, drink lots of water and scrounge a meal from The Sanctuary. There they also had to deal with curious
strangers, new arrivals who stood out starkly thanks to the deserted condition
of the township: more couriers from both Southern Australia and
Hmmmm with no 'Flying Eyes' to transport them, those Lithoi have a long slow crawl ahead of them.
I Keep Telling You
The South Canadians would be much, much happier if they returned to the Commonwealth and swore fealty to Kingie, instead of pretending that they like being a Republic. Here's the latest evidence from "The Daily Beast". Art!
This is Kate Middleton, who probably has an official Royal title that Conrad cannot be bothered to look up. No, I didn't click on the clickbait title, because millions of South Canadians will have done so already.
Also - what on earth is this? Art!
It's an item that Wildbeare might like to have: a rechargeable combined fan and light for a tent, hence the hanging hook. Why carry two things around when you only need one?
Another Thing We Do Better
Today, being a Thursday, is the day for in-person voting in our local elections. Conrad, being both canny and lazy, has already sent his postal vote in as of the last weekend. Art!
Back when working at arm's-length for the council of Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell, Your Humble Scribe served as a pollster on several occasions. It's spectacularly dull stuff as we Brits honour fair play and voters trying to cheat is vanishingly rare. Nor were politicians in Westminster trying to curb or curtail my ability to vote by post <LOOKING AT YOU SOUTH CANADA>.
Again, in the interests of fair play, honesty and accountability, none of our news networks can comment on things like exit polls or voter interviews until the stations all close at 22:00.
Finally -
This is Friday's blog, being composed on Thursday, as given away by the item above. I shall now have to sort out getting tea ready, and another trot for Edna, who is lying on the Sekrit Layr's floor doing her best Despondent Dog look.
* From a galaxy far, far away -
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