Sunday, 14 June 2009
Saturday, 25 April 2009
outrun

trouble is, from wot I get from the nooz, the tide in Britain is going against sensible, and the people want to copy most of yurp and get a (n even more) right wing government. What a load of idiots. And as it seems to be becoming a foregone conclusion, I don't see the point in fighting it.
The media's language discussing all important issues is more or less obsolete (if you think media has a useful role to play in the world). When even the Guardian reports a 50% high tax rate as "hitting the rich", well, that's a "sign". A sign that everone's screwed. I agree with the Telegraph that we shoutn't target the rich with high taxes, but disagree with the rest of their ideas. We shouldn't target rich people: we should lock them up and torture them until they agree to pay some taxes. (while there are really poor people around, however hard (cough) you work in a bank it's not fair to be filthy stinking rich).
Luckily, a guy called Mark Pritchard has released a song called "question mark", and it's really good - difficult to find online, or anywhere though. He was half of Global Communications, The Jedi Knights (till george lucas got all legal on their asses), and more recently was Harmonic 33 and Harmonic 313. All good.
Friday, 27 March 2009
Fashion Special
For reasons I won't go into, I went to H&M, TopMan and Zara this week. What's going on there?

So, this is a color pallete from Zara, and all the others are doing the same. Horrible. They're colours that say "I'm not very confident about being this colour". Which is the right thing to say when you are such a disgusting colour. H&M are doing jeans in that blue, which should be a criminal offence.
Anyway, items two and three are from perennial style offenders TopMan (like TopCat, but shit). We'll start with this collection of printed Ts, which scream "I AM A MORON" more than anything I've seen in recent years:

If you're thinking about wearing them, remember these are the kind of things that terrorists rightly hate us for, so do yourself and everyone else a favour, and blow yourself up somewhere quiet.
And lastly:

Checked shirt and red braces? Are they taking the piss?

So, this is a color pallete from Zara, and all the others are doing the same. Horrible. They're colours that say "I'm not very confident about being this colour". Which is the right thing to say when you are such a disgusting colour. H&M are doing jeans in that blue, which should be a criminal offence.
Anyway, items two and three are from perennial style offenders TopMan (like TopCat, but shit). We'll start with this collection of printed Ts, which scream "I AM A MORON" more than anything I've seen in recent years:

If you're thinking about wearing them, remember these are the kind of things that terrorists rightly hate us for, so do yourself and everyone else a favour, and blow yourself up somewhere quiet.
And lastly:

Checked shirt and red braces? Are they taking the piss?
Monday, 23 March 2009
I would use bigger candles
See, when you do your own cooking, things get a whole lot healthier. Incredible. If you're really pushed for time, instead of using apple pie filling in the centre, use cat food. That way you get two courses in one, and you won't have two sets of plates to clean afterwards.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Modern Drugs are Rubbish
"The emphasis is on the thrill of the moment, the buzz of rescuing the princess in the game. No care is given for the princess herself, for the content or for any long-term significance, because there is none."
- Once you've felt the buzz of rescuing the princess it's like there's nothing else, man, you just wanna rescue the princess over and over again. Soon, I was stealing and begging on the street, just so I could rescue the princess and feel that high again. -
...Lady Greenfield continues her intelligent analysis of modern technological stuff by saying, 'perhaps the next generation will define themselves by the responses of others.'
Now, that would be a change, wouldn't it? Because, as social creatures humans have absolutely never defined themselves by the responses of others, have they? Oh, no, ha. Wait a minute, they almost entirely have. I know some of us like to try not to, too much, but that's not the point. What is Lady Greenfield on about?
I'm off to inject some Facebook and smoke a Twitter
- Once you've felt the buzz of rescuing the princess it's like there's nothing else, man, you just wanna rescue the princess over and over again. Soon, I was stealing and begging on the street, just so I could rescue the princess and feel that high again. -
...Lady Greenfield continues her intelligent analysis of modern technological stuff by saying, 'perhaps the next generation will define themselves by the responses of others.'
Now, that would be a change, wouldn't it? Because, as social creatures humans have absolutely never defined themselves by the responses of others, have they? Oh, no, ha. Wait a minute, they almost entirely have. I know some of us like to try not to, too much, but that's not the point. What is Lady Greenfield on about?
I'm off to inject some Facebook and smoke a Twitter
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
yeah, hip daddy cool
I don't know much about Seth Reznik, except what I read in his Guardian bio. So, I know as well as writing digital zeitgeisty piffle occasionally, he used to work for an organisation called "Americans Coming Together", which is a liberal activist group. Yeah, right. Sounds a bit TOO liberal for me, and I really don't see why Americans should have to do that together at all.
Hilarity aside, Seth writes a piece about how Obama has called on a Huffington Post (or HuffPoo, as people call it) journalist, and how this really shows how blogs are changing the landscape.
"Politicians – and the media – can no longer rely on the media to define what is important. A whole range of actors now decide, not least the consumers of news themselves. The command and control grid of media management is out. Authenticity is in."
Authenticity WHAT? Huffpoo is just a bunch of journalists writing boring crap - what could be more media than that? The website looks pretty media-y to me. In terms of a media revolution, it's a bit like saying "hey, we're gonna fight a war, but we're going to use GUNS".
What is it with authenticity anyway? I'm lost! So, Because this is a blog, is what I'm writing more real? Is it gooder because I can just make up whatever I want without the interference of anyone professional or anyone to sheck my typling? Because libel means nothing here, I can be realer than real - it's my truth and I'll tell it if I want to, even if it's wrong, even if it's idiotic. It's my truth, it's the realierest, truthiest thing in the world. Paris Hilton has four bottoms! There I said it. Really real. Authen-fucking-ticity city here we come, baby.
Hilarity aside, Seth writes a piece about how Obama has called on a Huffington Post (or HuffPoo, as people call it) journalist, and how this really shows how blogs are changing the landscape.
"Politicians – and the media – can no longer rely on the media to define what is important. A whole range of actors now decide, not least the consumers of news themselves. The command and control grid of media management is out. Authenticity is in."
Authenticity WHAT? Huffpoo is just a bunch of journalists writing boring crap - what could be more media than that? The website looks pretty media-y to me. In terms of a media revolution, it's a bit like saying "hey, we're gonna fight a war, but we're going to use GUNS".
What is it with authenticity anyway? I'm lost! So, Because this is a blog, is what I'm writing more real? Is it gooder because I can just make up whatever I want without the interference of anyone professional or anyone to sheck my typling? Because libel means nothing here, I can be realer than real - it's my truth and I'll tell it if I want to, even if it's wrong, even if it's idiotic. It's my truth, it's the realierest, truthiest thing in the world. Paris Hilton has four bottoms! There I said it. Really real. Authen-fucking-ticity city here we come, baby.
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