In times of crises...

It is always a fascination that trees have the ability to appear, both corporeal and arboreal, in times of crises. One tree is thought provoking or even comical given its placement. However a forest of them can be menacing. The irony is of course for a forest (or individual trees for that matter) to do anything suddenly would be quite the event.

There's no one else...

With cap and thought a man walks the streets. Grim is too an emotive word to describe this world and all others he is about to occupy. Yet, he walks where there is no one else.

Wiggles audition here I come.

Nobody likes to be late. Important matters deserve respect. Imagine. You're on your way to the Wiggles audition for the (new) Black Wiggle. You've rehearsed your routine and even have your prop boat wheel ready. You're confident and looking good. But just as you're looking toward your bright future fate, in the guise of a boatload of Norwegians (that's a lot of Norwegians), take it upon themselves to share in your dreams. The only problem is that there's not enough dream to share.

What to do?

Jaunty Jaunty

How better to spend the first day on the job than with a spot of jauntyness? Happy is as happy does as our man in flares makes his way to the Highland Queen. Oh what stories could the Queen tell if she would only release her secrets. With jaunty chaps like this on board there can only be a jolly time ahead.

The fact is...

Get enough facts together and the facts become clearer. The subtractive quality of facts are not reliant on the quality of facts. However when stepping away from facts, opinions may begin to take their place. Are counterfactuals facts?

The evil twin!

You know a story is beyond good when it uses the "it wasn't me/him/her it was my/his/her evil twin" as a plot twist. Normally people go as far to pull this one out after an afternoon of drinking soon after they move onto the rums. But to pull out the evil twin is also a pro-Nazi flying spy is really hitting a new found peak usually found in the midst of the inevitable tequila or mescal shots.
Irresponsible? Perhaps. 

Duh! You think so?

It could be just that Nazis are not very good team players. Sure there are bullets coming in through the cabin. Sure someone has to drive the plane around the sky. Sure someone else has to travel around backwards all the time. But, can't these two realise they're on the same team - despite how sick and twisted the ideology that brought them together? And here's the problem, teamwork or a lack of it tends to be self serving. It doesn't necessarily allow team members to look beyond the task at hand. So it's great for getting things done but not necessarily good at differentiating between right and wrong. So possibly it might be a good thing to shoot at sky Nazis, so that they might begin to question themselves. That can only be a good idea. 

Ain't nothing like a good plan.

Like good music a good plan is a thing of beauty. Just as a good inky panel full of shadows and strangled light is a beautiful sight. No denying the urgency. No denying the intent as words and image combine faultlessly. At this moment everything is going to work as planned. Without giving too much away things do go wrong after this planning session. But... it's more dramatic that way.

The Future is Here Now.

Perhaps due to being idealologically irreprehensible and and in possession of questionable military tactical sense, these crack troops appear hell bent on getting themselves killed.
I suppose it makes the post war reunions all that much more intimate and saves on the number of invitations that need to be sent around. See what happens when you have one eye on the future?

Meanwhile in Norway...

Forgetting Norwegians is never going to be a good idea and the energy devoted to such endeavours is easily misplaced and should be kept to a minimum. Hiding in the hold is not going to be helpful either. Looking for help, though admirable, is just an excuse.