The nose-pad on my glasses broke. You know what doesn’t fix it? Crazy Glue. I need something with even more clinical insanity.

Hold on, Crazy or Krazy? The latter, I suspect, since misspelled words mean a product is better than the others. Googling . . . yes, it’s Krazy. Good thing, too; keeps the language police off their case. I prefer to call it CooverGlu, though. From a bio page:

The incredibly stable adhesive known as Super Glue ™ was invented by accident in 1942 by Dr. Harry Coover.

Got that? Accidentally. Also, that's the second usage of "incredibly stable" I've seen in my lifetime, and it seems wrong. Stability and incredulity do not seem to exist in the same mental container. It's amazingly not doing anything! We continue:

During World War II, Coover was part of a team conducting research with chemicals known as cyanoacrylates in an effort to find a way to make a clear plastic that could be used for precision gunsights for soldiers.

The cyanoacrylates were useless, because they were impossible to handle, and they had problems with water that made them useless for gunsights. So they moved on. We pick up the story later:

Six years later, in 1951, Coover was transferred to Kodak’s chemical plant in Kingsport, Tennessee. That’s when he re-discovered the cyanoacrylates and recognized new potential in them.

Re-discovered, or remembered?

He had been overseeing the work of a group of Kodak chemists who were researching heat-resistant polymers for jet airplane canopies. They tested cyanoacrylate monomers, and this time, Coover realized these sticky adhesives had unique properties in that they required no heat or pressure to bond.

What’s missing in this account? Anything close to an “accident.”

Say, Harry, you seem excited - what’s up?

"Well, you know those incredibly sticky chemicals we were using to develop new cockpit covers? I was using the incredibly sticky chemicals I remembered from the war, and when I put a drop of the incredibly sticky chemical between two objects, they bonded instantly!"

What a fortuitous accident!

"Yes, it - wait, no, it wasn’t an accident, what do you mean? I knew its properties and had a revelation about an additional usage. That’s an insight, not an accident."

We’ll call it Madness Stick-spittle!

“Call it whatever you like, I’ve already sent in the patent application.”

He died in 2011, and had 260 patents in his name.

Anyway, it doesn’t work well on my glasses, so my glasses don’t sit right. This leads to disorientation and annoyance.

Anyway. I ordered new ones online, which was fast. I do admire their delivery policy:

STANDARD SHIPPING $8.95 Arrives 1-3 years

EXPEDITED SHIPPING $234.99 Arrives 8 -14 days

More or less.

Have you encountered one of these that was not instantly obvious?

I mean, how is this a contest at all?

 

 

Serial time!

If we’ve come to expect anything from this serial, it’s a minimum of plot, a few gadgets that fail to come up to the standards of the comic strip, brisk action, and good cliffhangers. It has a tautness that makes you realize how slack the later examples of the genre could be.

Let’s see what this TEN TIME LOSER is trying now:

Seems a small detail to merit an entire card:

Ah, it’s the geek, the brainiac, the know-it-all of the G-Men. Also, who?

That they do:

If you recall where we left off, there was great zapping, right? A battle at the power plant? No, Tracy was being crushed under a convenient hunk of metal suspended from the ceiling by a chain.

 

Once he’s awake, they check the power dials, and confirm that the Stark gang is using so much damned power to break into a safe it’s lighting up a particular dial and that lets them know where the Starks are working. It’s Block 19!

Quite the luxury office building:

He gets the drop on the yeggs. But . . .

 

Jeez, a four-on-one fistfight? No, it’s a FIVE on one. Well, they go down easy.

 

Eventually they throw him down the hole they dug, but he’s okay. One of the other G-men shoots one in the back; the rest escape.

Newspaper glory!

The story says the wounded yegg is the hospital, so naturally the Starks have to figure out a way to get in and silence him. He’s not family, after all. They sneak in as “interns, ” and their clever plan hinges entirely on whether or not there will be careless newspaper photographers hanging around, not watching their equipment.

 

The Stark boys enter wearing masks . . .

Again, this all hinged on sabotaging a newspaper photo’s light gun.

They get away and give chase, which we assume sets up the cliffhanger. Someone going into a ravine? Doesn’t seem much room for an ingenious conclusion.

Tracy gets into the ambulance - and believe me when I say there is more ambulance-related strife in the serial genre than anywhere else - and there’s a fight.

Sorry, driver; them’s the breaks.

 

I love this one.

I love next year's even more, but we'll get to that in time.

   
  That will  have to do. Matches await!
   

 

 

 

 

 

 
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