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Little one has discovered Inspector Gadget. This is her take on Gadget. Gotta love the mind of a three year old.
Cause of death...
"Inspector. He was found hanging, had been shot (with bullets sticking out of him - one for the esotericists there), stabbed and the victim of blunt force trauma. What shall I put it down as...?"
"Pass me that cotton wool bud would you PC Bobbins", said Inspector Smart.
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Seen at the Great Central Railway 1940s weekend, have to complement Matt for his outfit and appearance, looks superb.
Still in 80s cartoon mode
this was on my list since i built the Gadgetmobile:
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The GALOOB figure from back in the days gave the inspiration for the gadgets like the coptermode.
This figure scale will get some more attention on other projects for this year.
Full gallery:
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The Government Inspector also known as the Inspector General is a satirical play by Russian dramatist and novelist, Nikolai Gogol, published in 1836. The play is a comedy of errors, satirizing human greed, stupidity, and the political corruption of contemporary Russia.
The corrupt officials of a small Russian town, headed by the Mayor, react with panic to the news that an incognito inspector will soon be arriving in their town to investigate them. The flurry of activity to cover up their considerable misdeeds is interrupted by the report that a suspicious person had arrived two weeks previously from Saint Petersburg and is staying at the inn. That person, however, is not an inspector; it is Khlestakov, a foppish civil servant with a wild imagination.
They learn that Khlestakov has not been paying for the hotel, just charging to the bill. The reasons for him staying in the town are unknownn, therefore the Mayor and his crooked cronies are immediately certain that this upper-class twit is the dreaded inspector. For quite some time, Khlestakov does not even realize that he has been mistaken for someone else. Meanwhile, he enjoys the officials' terrified deference and moves in as a guest in the Mayor's house. He also demands and receives massive "loans" from the Mayor and all of his associates. He also flirts outrageously with the Mayor's wife and daughter.
Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, was a Russian novelist, short story writer and playwright of Ukrainian origin. Gogol was one of the first to use the technique of the grotesque.
Male bluebirds play no role in nestbuilding other than building inspector. They pay close attention as the female constructs the deep-cupped grass nest. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
About criticasters: THOUGH BY WHIM, ENVY OR RESENTMENT LED, THEY DAMN THOSE AUTHORS, WHOM THEY NEVER READ. [Charles Churchill, 1732-1764]
if YOU want to criticize: read my BLOG at flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/suffering-under-o...
BNSF C44-9W 612 leads an FRA inspection train crossing Broad Street in Griffith, IN.
Photo by John Eagan
Built for the Lester Contest on Eurobricks.
Link to the topic: www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/160883-l...
My cat Nemo, kept trying to remove a small camera with a red strap from my camera bag as I was packing the bag for a photo outing. i think maybe he thinks it belongs to him and I am not aloud to borrow it
Today's story and sketch "by me", started mid morning while enjoying a Moon Pie and an ice cold "O'Doul's, a very tasty non alcoholic beer, that will never dull your lighting quick reflexes, if you happen to be endowed with lighting quick reflexes, if so consider yourself lucky you could be a member of the "MCPPOE", Man Cave Posse Protectors Of Earth society. Today was mostly all quiet in the Galaxy, until the Rescue Randy "MDSP" Multi Dimension Smart Phone began it's unmistakable high pitched sound of tightly stretched goat skin on Bongo Drums. The "MDSP" is so secret Rescue Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy in the Cosmos, has issued them to only to a few members of the "MCPPOE" council, JB and the Beaked Being who called you see below, inspector Renault and his wife Sybil. Inspector Renault has traveled to Earth from his home Planet Bentalnight to investigate the ancient curse plaguing dimension jumping travelers, a curse that overtakes "CGS" Cerebral Guidance Systems, when a pilot of any species of thinking Sentient Beings grey matter, neurological link to the guidance system becomes distracted by someone going on with idle chit chat, or even the few minutes it takes to enjoy a Moon Pie, in fact there is a rumor the "ISC" Intergalactic Safety Commission, is considering a requirement that all moon pies must be stored Fifteen feet minimum away from pilots. It will be discovered by JB the cause of Inspector Renault's "CGS" crash was caused by a double whammy distraction, Sybil was discussing how she wanted to remodel their kitchen, while he was enjoying a double decker chocolate Moon Pie. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
One SP-67 is never enough so I made the Inspector variant.
An elongated chassis allows space for a super selective and sensitive capillary electrophoresis detection system. Able to pick up and isolate a single DNA molecule from a suspect within a hanger full of spacemen (in their casual gear).
These elevations allow for comparison between the Inspector and Chariot variants.
The Missive Acte H
Like a silent ghost, the great owl flew, flittering in and out of the moonlight and shadows of the tree. Along his path all was quiet.
He had just taken his prey, stolen it from it its very soul, the second night predator to do so to a victim that evening, both seemingly alone in that isolated part of the woods.
The owl flew back to one of his haunts, and settled in once again, viewing the gardens where earlier something shiny had caught his attention.
Nothing shiny was to be seen, but there were large two shadowy figures moving about, and he watched them with adept interest….
Voiced could be heard, though the owl was the only witness in the woods there that time of night, and was mute to their words.
The Males deep voice had just finished making a statement.
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“Bloody owl, hunt somewhere else!,”
Apparently the thief was not the only predator out in the area this evening .” he said. Looking down to the pretty lady whom he had caught as she had jumped into his arms after being startled by the owl…
Smiling into her upturned face, he let her go, and she slipped away from him, a bit ashamed at her reaction…
He finished fishing out a card and handed it her.
She read it, it was an inspectors identy card, something ominously called Special Branch?…
Sighing deeply she fell onto the bench, still holding the card and looking wearily up into this gentleman’s smiling Hazel eyes…
He joins her slipping securely next to her, she leans against him, the card and letter falling from her fingers and spiralling onto the ground, where her long gown lay flowing around her still bare feet…
Politely she asks, “He is not coming back, is he?”
“No danger of that atoll , I think he got all that he wanted.” he answered her with assurance.
She looked over at the Inspector, who was also looking at the ground, nervously it seemed, “see what you mean she said sadly,” , her hands nervously tugging a bare earlobe, a sudden chill crept over her as the cold realization finally crept in , the priceless earrings were actually gone, as was her necklace, and…and…most everything else, including her bloody heart…?
She continued on, as a remembrance from earlier that evening came back…
“Should have known something was up when I saw the other lady with a letter.”
He answered her solemnly , his eyes still downward.
“Actually luv, there two more, and I only thought there were only those two, no Idea that you had been drawn into the web also. We warned the one lass”
A puzzled look crept into her eyes as she heard his words, finding his voice soothing and reassuring, not too unlike the thief. “
“But not the one I saw , you didn’t warn her then… but that means she, and your just sitting here with me, shouldn’t we be helping her?” and with that she tried to rise.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place…
“Well no, he said, that is actually my twin sister, fancies herself as an actress, and has been helping us to capture this bloke by being a lure. See, She was incensed as I was over the bloke robbing of our niece Emma, the young miss I told you about, and no worries lass, she has others watching over her.”
She looked into his eyes sternly, though his failed to lose their twinkle..
“sir, why aren’t you there also, she is your sister after all…!
“Here lass, let me explain things a bit…”
“We have been trailing this nefarious gents escapades for several months now with Interpol’s help. My team has been attending these posh events hoping he would pick out me twin sister as one of his victims, and this evening he finally rose to the bait. In our haste to set the trap, we did not realize you had been a recipient of his letter also, no one on the team saw you dancing with him! My Sister, on her way to the rendezvous place, saw you holding a letter and got word to me, but you were in that blokes clutches by the time I got here…!”
She was still looking at him, puzzling out things a bit..
“So why did you danced with me inside…if you did not see that “Gent” and I us together..?”
This question was obviously not anticipated, for his face blushed, blooming into a several nice shades of red…
“Well, you see, actually, erm , yes , well you see, I had kinda possibly mentioned aloud to my sister as we sat at the bar that is, mentioned I mean, that , well, I thought you were quite a captivating lady as you passed us. Sis pretty much called me out a prig for not putting my name to your card if I thought that…”
He hesitated, looking with an adorable shyness into her eyes…
“And no one likes htier sister calling them A prig, So I did…um, follow my whim”
“I see “ she said, then fell silent
The silence grew up between them, becoming awkward for both. The only actual sounds were the crickets chirping …
She started the conversation up again
“So, I suppose then, there is an arrest to be made, a criminal to handcuff so it would seem?” She stated, looking into his kind eyes.
“ Handcuff?” “ No.” he said, eyes twinkling, “I have detectives on the team for that, the ones watching sis... I have a hunch, This bloke, in all his arrogance and self worth, will beyond doubt feel the need to visit his other traps before leaving, preferring two birds in hand over a safe exit. They will Cuff him and read his warrants.”
“Pity.” she said without really thinking.
“What s that, a pity, do you mean about catching the bloke, or the handcuffs?” immediately he again turned about two shades of scarlet, and turned his head in embarrassment..
Smiling she placed a hand on his shoulder, “ Right then luv, If you carried handcuffs you could have, er, caught someone yourself..” she slyly murmured.
“Quite right miss, I out to start doing that !” he said, happily taking the verbal rope she had given, and squirming his way outta of the prickly hole he had just dug himself in..
But, something big began to lit up between them. The ice, if any remained, was totally melted away at that point by the smouldering sparks that lit of a new fire of passion that suddenly came bursting into flame between the pair..
“So, Just how pretty did you tell your sister you found me to be dear sir?” she said rather coyly, with a look in her sky blue eyes that were the devils own!!
“Well then Miss, lets walk back and I will tell you!” he said with a wee bit of shyness both in voice and his eyes. She found it all rather fetching, his humbleness, but then, was his twin sister the only actor in the family?
For he had begun to lead her on the path away from the manor, not towards.
When she , her gloved hand in his as they walked, pointed this fact out, he answered with a police like assurance…
“I have a Hunch, would there be as much fun be in getting back that soon my dear? Let us take a longer route shall we. After all, one does not describe beauty in a few words!”
His hazel eyes were twinkling into her own as he said this, smiling winningly.
She smiled back, her figure and manner both poised quite alluringly…
“So luv, out of idle curiosity, what exactly was going through your mind as he danced with me in the gardens, while you were watching him lift my jewels…?” She asked giddily..
“Jealousy..” he admitted
“Jealous of what, the dancing, or his lifting my jewels in such a manner?” She inquired with a smile upon her lips..
“Quite.” he answered, “ The lad’s fingers certainly travelled a bit as he did so, dance and thievery, one may have been feeling a bit whimsical about the subtle indiscretions the bloke was making …. “ He dropped off … not sure what to say next…
“Well then, We had better get my jewels back then, shouldn’t we ” She said in playful mirth…
“And give it a go ourselves ?” he said, rather sheepishly
“Indeed we should just do that, capital idea mate!” she answered, slipping her arm through his and leaning against him, feeling his heart pounding like a set of bass drums…
And she found that reaction from him to a rather most satisfying thing.
Happily the couple then moved off along the shadowy, moonlit cobblestone pathway……. Taking the long way back…
And the all lived happily ever after… well, but..
Well it’s not quite the End, for there is some in between bits to this tale yet to sew up…
Oh, Blighter Thought his story was over finally, that’s what your sayin…. ?
Almost would have to be my soothing answer…….
……… To Be continued.. and ended in the next Acte I
The Inspector Cluzo
EHZ Festival - 2014
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Its the early 1970's and steam is still in regular operation in the DDR. The young ticket inspector awaits his train .
Elmer "Sniffy" Hatch is the Somewhereville Harbor inspector responsible for Nautical Sniff Testing (NST) which is basically sniff testing for fish cargo freshness. HIs other main duty is counting the links in the anchor chains to make sure they're all present and accounted for.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Steam at last…..
'Britannia' makes a fine sight, despite the damp weather, with the first steam hauled tour since the Covid19 lockdown back in March. Riddles designed '7MT' 4-6-2 no.70000 'Britannia’ heads the Saphos Trains "Fellsman" Crewe-Carlisle tour, towards Risehill tunnel near Dent on the Settle & Carlisle line. The wreath is for Jim Smith, who was a DB driver and Traction Inspector, as well as working for LSL.