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Monday, 26 September 2022

Daylight Rober-y

NO!  That Is Not A Typo!

It is an hilarious pun, I tell you, hilarious!

     Those of you with long memories may remember that, waaaay earlier in the year, we put up pictures from the vlogger Mark Rober, who is a mechanical engineer with a NASA background.  He would have a bonkers idea and then make it reality - the South Canadian equivalent of Colin Furze, except not quite as hazardous to health.  Art!

Colin goes to the shops

     Your Humble Scribe has just come across one of Mark's vlogs where he defeats 5 'scam' arcade games using SCIENCE and also cheating.

Game One: Skeeball


     The idea is to get a ball into one of those numbered holes, which generates a score.  Mark's advice if you're not playing with a patented Rober-backpack is to ignore the '100' holes but instead aim for the '40' one, because if you over-pitch you'll likely hit the '50' hole, and if you under-pitch you'll hit the '30' hole. Art!

     


     He used a fake water-bottle to load up the balls, for beneath that backpack is a modified softball pitching machine, rigged to run off a battery, which will throw balls at a variable velocity, consistently and without human deviation.  Art!

Heh


     He shoots, he scores, three balls into the 100 point hole one after the other.

GAME TWO: Basketball


     This game is pretty self-explanatory.  You put the basketballs through the hoop.  Simple, right?  Mark then explained that the ball falling through the hoop interrupts a laser beam, which causes your score to be racked up.  Thinking like an engineer (and a criminal) he realises that, to make an impossibly high score, you need to repeatedly interrupt the beam.  Enter Robo-ball.  Art!


     This is how to suspend the 'ball' over the hoop; with a couple of retracting hydraulic pistons triggered by remote control.  Once that's in position, the lower part of the ball then activates another set of pistons, and Hey Pesto!  Art?


     This cybernetic substitute is smuggled into the arcade in the trusty backpack.  Mark also said that, if you lack his engineering skills, then you need to sign up to two games and use both sets of balls on one game, as this cuts down on having to wait for the balls to return, and you need to practice getting another ball instantly after having thrown one.

GAME THREE: Quick Drop

This one was new to Conrad.  You have a game where you need to drop all 50 balls into a set of rotating buckets, against the clock.  Art!


     The clock starts at 22 seconds and 500 tickets for a win, but for every unsuccessful go the number of tickets goes up and the time increases.  Mark calculated that once it got above 600 tickets the timer will be sufficiently long enough to accurately place the balls.

     Or you could do it his way.  Art!


     All that circuitry is used to control a retractable pin on the underside, which will go over the button you need to press to drop the balls.  Art!


     And he got 545 tickets.
     I think we'll save the other two for tomorrow.  Don't forget to like and subscribe to Mark's Youtube channel so that he continues to earn revenue, because the last thing you want is someone with his skills and imagination turning to a life of crime.


That Dog Buns! Crossword AGAIN

Lord Peter had a library and friends to help him, all I have is me.

     By the way, yesterday's solution was TESTAMENT.  Let's have another bizarrely convoluted clue.  "Any loud cry would do as well; Or so the poet's verses tell".

     And the solution?  HI.  There's a note in the Solutions that "He would answer to Hi! Or any loud cry" is from "The Hunting Of The Snark" which is the poem we get BOOJUM! from.  Thank heavens for armoured underwear!

     Shall we try another one?  Yes we shall.  "Little and hid from mortal sight; I darkly work to make all light"

     The answer is LEAVEN. I can see where the making light comes in, but that first line?  Baffling.

What the well-dressed Snark hunter is wearing this season

Another Type Of Sea

"The Sea Of Sand", actually.  The Doctor is pondering over how the bio-vore's home planet got into such an obvious mess.

Why not try moving on to other worlds?  Nearer worlds?  Earth lay over nineteen light years from the constellation Pavo and the Doctor knew there were other planets nearer the home of these bio-vores that could have been colonised.

     Why not?  Because they could not. They had no ability to travel between planets by spaceship.  Trans-mat, yes, but not spaceship.

     Back to chicken and egg, he pondered.  'Without space vessels, they couldn't land a trans-mat platform on another world.

     Deciding that his luck had lasted long enough, he hurriedly scanned the panels and racks and banks of instruments, before making a quick selection.


Listening hard, both Albert and the Professor waited for the shooting to die down and stop.  Initially it had helped them, seeing the parachute flares casting a weird light over the desert, and the flashes of gunfire.

     They had been lost, gone astray from the track back from Makin Al-Jinni.  Albert couldn't quite understand how he'd come to lose the way so badly.  He didn't dare to put the headlights on, not with those monsters stamping around The Temple and their killing machines.

     Then the gun battle suddenly erupted in the night, making them both jump with fright.

     I bet you'd forgotten about this pair, hadn't you?  


Bring On An Astronomy Photograph

Another from the BBC's display of winners and runners-up in the International Astronomy competition.  Art!

"The Milky Way Bridge" courtesy Lun Feng

     This is a corker.  It was taken on a mountain in Sichuan, China, meaning the location was well away from any nearby light-pollution, which will obscure one's view of the heavens.   And yes, that it our own galaxy that you're looking at.


     Just to up the word count a little, autumn has definitely arrived.  I put on a cardie last night for the first time in months.


"The War Illustrated" Issue 164

This one has a publication date of October 1st 1943.  Art!


     A Ruffian anti-aircraft gun and crew, back when the Sinisters were our ally and not an international pariah.  The gun is a Sinister knock-off of the Swedish Bofors gun and Conrad bets they didn't pay any licensing fee, either, the swindling rascals.  There is some fatuous blather about the Teutons losing 40,000 aircraft on the Eastern Front and only having obsolete types left, which is nonsense.  Teuton aircraft losses for the whole war came to 40,000.


Ask A Silly Question

And I usually ignore it.  I refer, of course - obviously! - to Quora and the spectacularly daft questions some people ask, perhaps after having come back from the pub or the bar or having ingested drugs, which are bad, okay?

     Here's one:

Did Britain use its air force during the Falklands War?

     No, the RAF stayed away from that whole sordid affair, so the soldiers had to make do sticking feathers into their uniforms and flapping their arms.

     OF COURSE IT DID!  Kreplach, some people abuse the right to be stupid.  Art!


     The Brylcreem Boys on their way to give the Argentinians the good news.  Operation Black Buck, FYI.




Sunday, 25 September 2022

Sunday's Look Back In Mild Opprobrium

It's A Pseud's Way Of Saying "Anger"

For today's second post, we shall be posting links galore, but I can't be bothered to fudge around and pick the 25th of September, especially since the links to that date were already used in yesteryon's evening post, because I had been out on the tile for the 24th.  Yes, I have a palsied and narcoleptic social life, but it's still there.  So I shall go with the 30th of September, which is abbreviated to 30/09/2022 BECAUSE THAT WAY IS SENSIBLE.  Take note, South Canadians.

     I shall now have to wake and motivate Art with my trusty cattle-prod -

"CAUTION! Alien invasion can result in significant property damage"

     Hmmmm.  A terrifying alien beam-weapon that turns your face green OMG SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY!  Also, these aliens seem suspiciously human in appearance, to the point that Conrad wonders if they aren't from the future.  Edmond Hamilton was one of the staples of South Canadian space-opera, ever one to blow up solar systems or galaxies to generate a bit of drama.  He was an interesting chap with a long publication history <subtle code for 'we are coming back to this topic>.

     ANYWAY to the links.

2021

BOOJUM!: Sugar And Spice And All Things Fatal (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2020

BOOJUM!: Thunder, Plunder And Laws Rent Asunder (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2019

BOOJUM!: That's The Spirit (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2018

BOOJUM!: At The Bottom Of The Beautiful - (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2017

BOOJUM!: Salem's Latte (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2016

BOOJUM!: Going Sober For October (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2015

BOOJUM!: Conrad - Sober For October (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2014

BOOJUM!: View Halloo! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2013

BOOJUM!: A Milestone! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

1942*




*(Kidding, just testing you)

RICO RICO RICO

There Is A Reason Why That Title's In Triplicate

Firstly, because it resembles - however faintly - that sung phrase from "Total Recall", "Recall Recall Recall" and thus allows me to legitimately open with a picture from said film.  Art!

Terrible likeness of Ronny Cox

     Okay, a poster image about said film.  There.  Happy now?

     Incidentally, Ronny Cox's character, Vilos Cohaagen, sounds kind of Dutch, which is quite possible as the director (Paul Verhoven) is Dutch himself.  Conrad cannot verify this as various sites on the internet merely babble on about how often it turns up in South Canada.

     Also!  The title can refer to Rico Dredd, Joe Dredd's clone brother and a thoroughly bad lot, going far beyond a cad and into dirty cur territory.  Art!


     You see, Rico was a Mega-City One Judge, who broke the law and did all kinds of very bad things.  The sentence for breaking the law as a judge is a twenty-year stretch on Titan, one of Saturn's moons, and as you can see above, the Big Meg thoughtfully adjusts criminal's bodies to cope with the toxic atmosphere.  Nice of them to retain a skilled hairdresser, though.

     ANYWAY of course - obviously! - that's not what this Intro is about.  No.  It's about a South Canadian law titled the "Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organisation" law, which was introduced in the Seventies to deal with organised crime and the Mafia.  Hence the acronym RICO.  With hilarious irony it was signed into law by Richard Nixon, which is as close to Politics as this Intro is going to get.  Let me boost the word count by a copy and paste job from Wiki:

Under RICO, a person who has committed "at least two acts of racketeering activity" drawn from a list of 35 crimes (27 federal crimes and eight state crimes) within a 10-year period can be charged with racketeering if such acts are related in one of four specified ways to an "enterprise."[1] Those found guilty of racketeering can be fined up to $25,000 and sentenced to 20 years in prison per racketeering count.[2] In addition, the racketeer must forfeit all ill-gotten gains and interest in any business gained through a pattern of "racketeering activity.

     Art!


     Here we have Mr. Donald Trump, a mere citizen of South Canada, who is currently in extremely hot water in legal terms.  So much hot water that one of his lawyers now needs a lawyer of her own.  So, why do I have his mug featured here when we could have a winsome and charming picture of an attractive young lady not wearing a lot?  Art?

Annette Peacock

     "But - but - the 'not wearing a lot'?" I hear you quibble.

     AS IF!

     The reason we have Mr. Donald Trump here is that one Jim Walden was being  interviewed as he is a former Assistant Attorney General - a big legal whizz to you and I - on MSNBC about how Mr. Donald Trump might be indicted.  Art!


     Jim - I can call him that as we're such terrific chums - put together a diagram that was turned into a graphic by the MSNBC production team, which I append here.  Art!


     Let me list the crimes here: Insurrection (Jan 6th riot); Witness tampering; Fundraising fraud; Felony murder (yikes!); Fake electors; Money laundering; Obstruction of justice; Voting systems and Murder conspiracy.  

     Jim made the point that it's not legally viable to charge Mr. Donald Trump serially with each of these crimes and go to court about it, probably because it would take a decade to get through them all.    The people in the middle are the ones who could be charged under RICO; except there are others, just that they couldn't fit all the names into the graphic.  

     O and note that name 'Rudy  Giuliani'.  When he was a prosecutor in New York he rose to fame because he hit the New York mafia with huge prison sentences -

     - under RICO law.

     Isn't irony wonderful!


Conrad Is Still Angry

So what's new?  Water remains wet, the sky is still blue, and Your Humble Scribe is still righteously wrathful and rancourous.  There was more about bears but it was indelicate so we'll move swiftly on.  Codeword solutions!  The bane of my existence now that I don't have to work Saturdays.

"EXFOLIATE":  Right, "X" and "F", two of the least-used letters, and both in the same word together.  Conrad thinks it's to do with gardening or weeding or somesuch.  Hang on, hang on, let me check my Collins Concise.  "To peel off in layers".  Bah!  Art?

John Peel.  Close enough

"KORUNA": ARE YOU DOG BUNS KIDDING!  This is a unit of Czech currency.  It's so obscure it isn't even present in my Collins Concise.  WHAT, ARE WE ALL NUMISMATISTS NOW?  Now you understand my evil temper.  ART!

No puns about 'check', thanks

"DACTYL":  Conrad is aware of the Pterodactyl, but this?  This is apparently to do with verse, being three syllables of which one is long and the following two short.  Derived from the Greek 'Daktulos' for 'Finger' <bites tongue and refrains from vulgarism>.  Art!



"The Sea Of Sand"

The Doctor is sneaking around getting background information on the alien bio-vores, after sabotaging their trans-mat.

Without access to more sophisticated instruments he couldn't tell with one hundred per cent accuracy that the planet so depicted was in the Pavonis system.  The suns looked similar to that in the Solar System, if redder, and the background star systems looked right.

     The home of these aliens did not look healthy.  Vast deserts covered most of the major land masses, with tiny spots of green dotted about the hinterland.  Long, shallow urban areas sprawled along the coastlines, occasionally linked across the desert wastes by roads.

     What the Doctor found interesting were the absences - no ports or harbours, nor any signs of marine activity.  No airports or aircraft.  No satellites or rockets or any orbital activity, either.  No launch pads or landing grounds or spaceports.

     Yet this was a sophisticated culture.  They had matter-transmission technology, and deep-sleep technology, and the ability to create useful - and dangerous - artefacts from plain, humble sand.

     "Chicken and egg," he muttered.  "How did they get here?"

     That answer might be delayed.  The why was more obvious: these creatures were bio-vores, living off the energy of living matter.  They had progressively denuded their homeworld of all such sources, reducing it to a lifeless wasteland.  Those dots of green on the representational globe must be a kind of plantation project, an attempt to stave off complete ecological collapse.

     I bet he's already thinking of ways to solve that crisis.


More Astronomy Picture

This one doesn't appear to have a title, merely that it was runner-up in the Stars and Nebulae field of photographs.  Art!

Courtesy Peter Feltoti

     This is the centre of the Heart Nebula, a stellar dust cloud over seven thousand light years from Earth, and you can judge the scale of that above when told that the nebula is 165 light years in diameter. 


Aha!  I Might Have Got This One

You know, that Lord Peter Wimsey crossword.  The clue here is: "Have your own will, though here, I hold; The new is not a patch upon the old (9)"

   And the solution?

    Hmmmmm I wonder, should I tell you or be a swine and leave it until tomorrow? 

     <checks word count>

     And we're at the Ton.  Tomorrow it is, then.


Chin chin!

Saturday, 24 September 2022

Ooops

DOG BUNS QUORA!

Once again I have been 'just looking' on Quora, and have inevitably been sucked into reading 'just one more post' and it's now 17:45 when I was supposed to be typing this up an hour ago.

     Consequently I cannot put up a proper post because I have important work to do later*, so I shall have to cheat and put up a set of links.  Conrad hopes you will forgive him.

     Now, we need a picture that speaks a good few thousand words.  Art!


     "O my God!  And me without any sunscreen!" 

     On the other hand, this might be an illustration for "The Eye In The Window", in which case -

     "O my God!  And me without any makeup on!" (for this is obviously the future, where men will wear makeup).  As for "The Sedulous Apes" WASH OUT YOUR FILTHY MINDS, because it means 'hard-working or diligent'.

2021

BOOJUM!: The Coincidence Hydra Got New Dentures (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

BOOJUM!: Two And A Half Inches Of Either Pleasure Or Fear (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

(there was no entry for 24th September)

2020

BOOJUM!: Agents Of SHIELD (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2019

BOOJUM!: Over Here, Muse (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2018

BOOJUM!: Not Sure How This Will Go - (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2017

BOOJUM!: A Man For All Teasons (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

BOOJUM!: Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Teacrets (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2016

BOOJUM!: Hola Hola - It's Mike Mignola! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2015

BOOJUM!: I Say, Bill, You Look Rather Ill! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2014

BOOJUM!: From Russia With Lyubit (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)

2013

BOOJUM!: The Beginning of the End! (comsatangel2002.blogspot.com)








* Watching another couple of episodes of "My Love From The Star"

If I Were To Say "Malcom"

DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!

I am in a particularly tetchy mood today and have already vapourised five Codeword compilers.  Brunch has mellowed me slightly but not sufficiently to NOT vapourise anyone who accuses me of a typo.

     This thought came to me whilst I was walking Edna this morning, in what I like to call "Thinking Time", where there are no distractions such as Dog Buns! Quora.  How many famous 'Malcolm's have there been? and I couldn't think of any.  Does Malcolm Bradbury count?  Once home a quick Google brought up this lot - Art!

Charming young men

     These musical Luddites were managed by one Malcolm McLaren.  Who is probably more notorious than famous.  O and there was some bloke called Malcolm X, doubtless ripped from the pages of Marvel or DC.  O, and Malcolm III, King of Scotland from 1058 until his death in 1093.  Art!

Kingy with crown

     He appears in That Loathsome Scribe's "Macbeth" as the son of the murdered Duncan.

     As to the name itself, it means "Devotee of Saint Columba", probably Gaelic thanks to it's Scottish origin.  Pretty close to 'Columbia', you know, the old poetic description of South Canada, because here's another famous Malcolm.  Art!

Malcolm second from port

     Conrad loved this series, as did the critics and audiences.  Malcolm is the middle child of four boys as the eldest is off at military school, and whilst he is a genius, he is also as immature and destructive as his other siblings.  His family is heartily disliked by their neighbours thanks to the always-plotting boys, who get into mischief as easily as other people breathe.  Conrad always misheard the gifted class he's in as "Krell Brains" in a reference to "Forbidden Planet" when in fact it's "Krelborn", after the character Seymour Krelborn from "Little Shop Of Horrors".  Art!

Thank heavens for armoured underwear!

     Here an aside.  The reason you don't see Rick Moranis in films any more is because his wife died suddenly and unexpectedly, so he quit his acting career in order to look after his two kids.  Big man.  I happened to be thinking about him whilst making my brunch before creating these very words.

     ANYWAY of course - obviously! - none of this has anything to do with anyone named Malcolm.  No, I am using my pet portmanteau term for 'Malicious Compliance' because that's what this Intro is really about.  The Original Poster worked in second-tier IT support for a very large South Canadian retail chain with branches across the whole of South Canada.  No names given thanks to Non-Disclosure Agreements and fear of being sued.  Art!

Perhaps

     It was coming up to the end of the financial year, where management were being extra-specially tight-fisted in order to come in under budget and thus earn a big fat bonus for themselves.  Thus there was a strictly enforced NO OVERTIME policy, which was pursued with extreme diligence and weekly e-mails warning that there was to be NO OVERTIME.  Did I mention the NO OVERTIME policy enough?

Possibly

     OP was doing duty on a Saturday, covering the later part of the day's shift with his partner, Matt, who had started at the crack of dawn to cover the morning calls.  Things get really, really busy and have not slackened off when it's time for Matt to leave, so he calls management and asks -

     NO OVERTIME!

     Okay, bye then.  Off he goes, leaving OP alone.  Then disaster strikes; a server fails and dozens of stores cannot process transactions or take card payments.

     Here an aside.  When I worked HR at Sainsbo's, this would have been immediately classed as "Business Critical" and IT would have been on it like a bonnet until it was resolved, no messing about as to whether OT would be involved.  

Definitely not

     OP's end time rolls around and he's made all of 0% headway in solving the problem, so - he goes home because remember NO OVERTIME.  He leaves a phone message for the on-call management, which they ignored since problems like this rarely arose.  In fact the server failure isn't discovered until Sunday, whereupon management blow up OP's phone trying to find out what happened and how to resolve it.  Which he cannot respond to because he'd have to log on and that would breach the NO OVERTIME policy.

Possibly

     Inevitably he gets called into the office on Monday, asking why he didn't stick around to solve the issue?  He presents the repeated e-mails about NO OVERTIME and is quietly dismissed, because manglement realised they'd shot themselves in both feet and then stuck them firmly in their mouth.  Instead of having to pay a couple of hundred in OT they lost at least half a million in sales.  There was no follow-up to this but Your Humble Scribe is betting many of those managers responsible 'left to pursue other business opportunities'.

Could be

     Wowsers, that was a lot longer than I expected.  Next!


"The Sea Of Sand"

When we left the Doctor, he had sneaked into one of the bio-vores' buildings and is now acquiring background information about them.

He whistled, impressed.  That must be the date the complex went into operation.  No wonder Professor Templeman couldn't explain which terrestrial culture built Makin Al-Jinni!  A date like that pre-dated all but the very earliest Nile civilisations, who simply couldn't have built such a site.

     Further inspection revealed that the building consisted of a single giant room, around the edges of which were banks of technical equipment, with corresponding display screens set into the walls, nine feet above the ground.  Everything seemed to have been constructed with glass, used to seal in the delicate components within.

     "Perhaps this isn't just a case of using local resources.  Perhaps their home is rich in silicon-dioxide," the Doctor mused to himself.  Having said that, even if only to himself, he needed to look for information about the alien homeworld.

     "Baseline Referential Data" seemed a likely possibility, a banner located above a bank of dusty, angular equipment racks.  Pressing the Master Operator switch brought up three-dimensional display of a world that was not Earth, not at all, instantly recognisable as a different planet.  The Doctor squinted at the stellar background, rotated the virtual model, zoomed in and out.

     "Say hello Delta  Pavonis," he told the instrument panel.

     Now we have a 'Where'.


Sticking With Astronomy As A Theme

More from the BBC's promotion of a competition for aspiring astronomical photographers.  Art!

"The Eye Of God" by Weitang Liang

     This was the winner in the 'Stars and Nebulae' field, and it's known as the Helix Nebula, even if it looks more eye-ish than helical.  What you're looking at here is the outer layers of a star, expelled as it nears the end, lit up by the star itself.


That Lord Peter Wimsey Crossword

Let me baffle you with another clue: "To smallest words great speakers greatness give; Here Rome propounded her alternative (6)"

     And the solution?  "VANITA"

     No, I've no idea what it means, either.  A figure from mythology?  A public speaker?  A forum for debate?  Art!


     It can't have meant the above since such a retail store never existed in Dot Sayer's day.  There is "VANITAS" which is Latin for "Emptiness".  You see why I gave up trying to solve it myself?


Finally -

We've hit the Adjusted Compositional Ton, so I shall wrap it up here and see what's for lunch.  YES I KNOW I ALREADY HAD BRUNCH.  Deal with it.





Friday, 23 September 2022

The Terror Of CLOWN!

Technically, It's "Coulrophobia"

That is, a morbid fear of clowns, which is perfectly understandable when you stop to think about it, because there's little spookier than a clown out of context.  This Intro is courtesy of yesteryon's blog, where we harped on about 'Pennywise The Dancing Clown' from "It", in his various guises.  Art!

How amusing is this?

     The classic case of evil clowns is, of course - obviously! - "Killer Klowns From Outer Space", which is gloriously silly fun, best watched after a few gin shandies.  Art!

Excellent theme song by The Dickies

     They're actually aliens with a taste for blood, who snack their way through the residents of Crescent Cove, until of course Our Heroes foil them.  It was popular enough to spawn a computer game, which I'm not going to show here.

     Then there's that ghastly little clown puppet from "Poltergeist", which makes Conrad's flesh creep just thinking about it (although I am a self-confessed huge coward).  Art!

Nope.  Not going to embiggen.

     On a much less supernatural theme, we have Bill Murray's character in "Quick Change", which, if Art will put down his plate of anthracite -

"What kind of clown are you!"
"The crying on the inside kind, I guess"

     Going back to the horror theme again, there's a  brief scene in "Diary Of The Dead" where a zombie clown intrudes on a children's party, only being revealed as one of the living dead when angry Dad pulls it's nose off, and it comes off full of blood.  Art!

"Watch out - he's mighty bitey!"

     Then we have "Bones" and Agent Booth who has an unconfessed fear of clowns, resulting in him taking out what looks to the rest of us like an utterly innocent and perfectly harmless clown head - Art!

What we see
What Booth sees

     You may also recall a fad here in This Sceptred Isle a good few years ago when miscellaneous meatheads thought it would be an hilarious hoot to dress up as a clown with a knife in order to scare small children.  There were thousands of sightings, including some which police determined would be criminal offences, and they understandably took a dim view of same.  Art!


     Here we see a witless wabhead getting arrested in South Canada, which is where this started.  Who's laughing now, matey?
     Speaking of South Canada, 'National Lampoon' had a comic strip about Frenchy the Clown, who was - again, you may be ahead of me here - thoroughly evillllll.  Art?

     Smoking and consuming alcohol.  Clearly not a role model for children.  Nor most adults, either.

     Okay, time to finish this theme with Evil Clown from "Big Top Bedlam", an episode of "Scooby-Do, Where Are You*".  Art!

What unfeasibly big lips you have!

Would You Like Some Aircraft With Your Aerials?

Conrad was perusing a thread on Youtube about the aerial intelligence 'assets' - as they like to euphemise in South Canada - that are cruising around just outside Ruffian and Ukrainian borders.  The poster, who seemed to know what they were talking about, mentioned "Rivet Joint", which I'd heard of - Art!

Note aerials

 - and Global Hawk, which I'd also heard of - Art!

GH with puny humans for scale

     Then he mentioned 'Guardrail', which was new to me.  You know Conrad, ever curious, so I looked it up.  Art!

Wowsers

     As you probably guessed given Guardrail, these are all SIGINT platforms, that is "Signals Intelligence", which stooge around snooping on the Ruffians and gleefully informing the Ukrainians what's going on where and with whom.  And now you know why this item has that title.     


"The Sea Of Sand"
When last we left him, the Doctor had just emerged from his concealing sand dune and was about to get busy with the sabotage.

'Interesting.  Geothermal, of course.  Must be a luminous lithic substrate beneath the vitreous overlay,' he chattered quietly  to himself.  Having definitely established he was alone, the Doctor climbed out of his sandy lair, crawling alongside the walls of the building until he reached it's doorway.

     Inside lay dark, echoing faintly and empty of aliens.

     'Perfect!' grinned the Time Lord, turning to look behind him at the rest of the site.  Nobody near.  No, they were all mounting patrols or watching the route into the complex, or repairing the trans-mat.  How fortunate for him that one-third of the aliens did not revive from hibernation.

     'Door?  Door?  Door?' he muttered, looking for a control that closed the gaping space in the wall.  A circular panel high on one side of the inner doorway proved to be the "handle"- one press and the door silently slid from a recess and merged seamlessly with the walls.

     Much to the Doctor's delight, the building he chose to investigate proved to be an information repository and archive combined.  Once more a piece of the puzzle fell into place for him.

     "Local Time Elapsed = Five thousand, one hundred and twenty seven years," he read from the most prominent display, a big fluorescent banner nine feet above the ground.

     It may be a bit deus ex machina, admittedly; I needed to get the Doctor up to speed on his bio-vore opponents.


For Your Information

The Zombie juice was fairly palatable, the spiced rum concealing the smell and taste of pineapple.  Not so palatable that I'm ever going to buy it again.  Art!

Just so we're clear

More Astronomy!

Not from that BBC competition page, instead we've picked up on a couple of splendid pictures taken by the James Webb Space Telescope, which is definitely earning it's keep.  Art!


     This, gentle reader, is Neptune in infra-red, which brings out details normally invisible, like the rings and cloud structure.  The bright dots are Neptune's moons.  Art!

     This is the deep-field camera view, and most of those sparkly objects are galaxies, the nearest of which will be millions of light-years away.  Gives you a sense of proportion, hmmm?


More Stringbags

Or, slightly more formally, more unusual aircraft from the First Unpleasantness, because I think they look cool and because I have a word count to hit.  Art!


     Here you go, the Salmson-Moineau SM1.  As you can see, they dealt with the problem of having to fire through a propeller by having them off to the sides, driven by a single central engine through rods and gearing.  This can't have been very efficient; you want the least amount of bits and pieces between the engine and a propeller.  They weren't very popular, as the pilot's field of view was poor and many were written-off in bad landings.  Nor was it easy or convenient to service, thanks again to the drive-train to the props.  Art!


     This one has the nose wheel propped up for some reason - possibly to lower the rear sufficiently that the gunner can get in, as his ladder seems to be missing.


Finally -

What a contrast to yesterday!  It was windy and overcast in the morning when I took Edders for a trot, then it chucked it down in the afternoon and into the night.  Today, cloudless blue skies and quite balmy.  I think it incumbent upon myself to have a stroll into Lesser Sodom (Royton if we're being formal) and buy a few carrots.  Maybe also some jam.  And ready-salted crispoids (those pikers at Morrisons were practically out of all crispoids on Weds)


And with that we are done.  Done, Vulnavia!



* Hiding under the bed, right next to Conrad