Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
Thank the gods, it’s a long weekend.
Exhausted. Long day. Dying server repaired. Annoying client’s website almost finished. Still wide awake. I’m afraid that blue LEDs are dangerous. Billy Law (who I wrote about the other day) did a cool photo of ’Pong. He’s good. A friend’s blog posting about Acid-Base Karaoke disappoints: not a great night out, just some thing for teaching chemistry to kids. At least my video of The KLF arrived from England. I have got to start work on my song idea. And I haven’t even written anything about David Hicks’ sentence or the NSW Election. At least Hugh MacLeod is more bitter than I am.
Reason, apart from being one of the 3 Virian Virtues, is supposedly a God-given gift which separates us from the dumb animals. So why do people like Chuck Missler here, working “in God’s name”, abandon Reason so comprehensively when spouting shit like this in support of “Intelligent Design”?
Their mistake, of course, is to use the fallacious argument of personal ignorance: “I’m too stupid to figure out how evolution by natural selection might work, therefore it can’t be true.”
If the Nazis ever return to power, I vote for these people being first into the cattle trucks.
Nice touch: The latest round of Australian Army recruitment posters were designed by the grunts themselves. This one isn’t the winner, but it’s my personal fave.
Author John Birmingham provided the pointer, and amongst the various daft comments from his feral fan base there’s a gem, explaining how the ads reveal the current self-image of the typical Australian soldier.
The SMH claims electricity consumption dropped 10.2% during Earth Hour, but Crikey reckons it’s just “mass hysteria” — in a subscriber-only story which I’ll now summarise for you.
Last night I experienced Dylan Moran‘s solo stand-up show at the State Theatre. 90 minutes of superb observations from a bitter Irishman, highly recommended. This morning there’s still one of his images running through my head: “Zebras with crossbows fellating each other.” And I’m buggered if I can remember the context!