tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70958151301712269022024-03-13T08:10:31.181+00:00F A X 2 1NEWS MUSE UPDATES & ALT WORLD SATIRE - Weird headlines, Features, Artwork, etcTony Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781999386013672559noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-75794785490014378382020-04-21T14:36:00.001+01:002020-04-21T14:37:41.485+01:00CoVid-2020<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Capitalism </span></b>is like Skynet + Terminators. It is also Hydra and Thanos... </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Perhaps the only thing that might save humankind now is time-travel? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If we could go back 20 years, shortly before the WTC attack, on 10th September 2001, to launch a</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> UK campaign for a Federal Europe to persuade global-thinking states into developing the United Nations into a genuine world gov. One without any religions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Then, perhaps only then, humanity could survive another 50 years and manage to reformat 'civilisation' into something more worthwhile than economic growth. 'Growth' that has become a tumour and a deadly threat to peace and prosperity for all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Lacking any time-travel options means extinction. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We have, unfortunately, now strayed too far off the road (of social progress) to a planetary utopia (of grand dreams to pursue, not a final destination). </span>Tony Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781999386013672559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-3946881297190575402017-03-24T12:09:00.002+00:002017-04-04T12:14:45.011+01:00£land<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Is there life after Brexit? Are you ready for the post-Brexit flag and new state identity crisis? </span><br />
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Tony Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781999386013672559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-66181726416141133652016-11-11T06:30:00.000+00:002016-11-11T06:30:07.310+00:00Madhouse campaign<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tony Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781999386013672559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-66043501742681515152016-09-08T04:08:00.001+01:002016-09-08T04:08:29.038+01:00White House of M <div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;">Deeply offended by the Marvel overlords’ decision to expose
Captain <st1:country-region w:st="on">America</st1:country-region> as an agent
of Hydra, Steve Rogers goes to <st1:country-region w:st="on">Latvia</st1:country-region>
and steals Dr Doom’s ultimate magical time machine. A newly transcendent <st1:city w:st="on">Rogers</st1:city> travels the
meta-verse, assassinating the alien Watcher’s secret mortal wives - Alice,
Dorothy, and Wendy. This moral betrayal provokes Uatu’s cosmic wrath, and the
Watcher expels <st1:city w:st="on">Rogers</st1:city>
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Earth (2016) and promptly announces his independent run for the US p</span><span style="font-size: large;">residency. With
support from Chris Evans, Stan Lee, and legions of Avengers fans, Rogers e</span><span style="font-size: large;">xpects to win
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Tony Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781999386013672559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-39407637439243788242015-12-26T12:35:00.000+00:002018-03-07T17:30:09.228+00:00Apollonia 11<h2>
APOLLONIA 11: The Essential
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Moonbase Trinity, </span><span style="font-family: "georgia";">July 2019 </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Reportage by INFOmaniac</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It was 50 years ago that mankind first came here in peace.
Back home on Earth, there are surreal people who still believe the original Moon
landings were really a practical hoax, or part of some fraudulent conspiracy.
Their confused thinking defies all reason and insults the adventuresome
intelligence of all those directly and creativity involved in humanities’
greatest achievement of the 20th century. The 1960s space programme was not, of
course, an American military response, to counter perceived threats posed by
Soviet nuclear-powered aggression with a ‘high frontier’ advantage. Nor was it
just an extension of burgeoning scientific ambitions to launch men and flying
machines to vantage positions beyond the surface world’s limitations. It was a
result of profoundly pioneering spirits found only in the splendidly radical
auteurism of BritisHollywood’s entertainment industry, an enterprise quickly
succeeding where nation states and the international science community had
failed.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lego Aerospace was primary contractor for A11 mission hardware </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Inspired by visionary authors like Verne and Wells, the
first lunar landing mission by Apollonia 11 was an audacious trip movie. Filmed
on location by President Kubrick’s own handpicked crew, the expedition was
suggested by Prime Minister Clarke’s quite legendary enthusiasm for
interplanetary flight. The movie’s stars were then relatively unknown test
pilots working for experimental organisations (like Quatermass’ rocket group)
but, after landing on the Moon, astronauts Dullea and Lockwood soon became
household names recognised on the world stage. Shot entirely with astutely
contrived documentary realism, the mission details achieved blanket coverage on
TV channels. Just as when, a decade later, rogue General Coppola led American helicopter
troops into the ruinous war against Vietnam to make his ultimate anti-war film
(eventually released as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Apocalypse, OK!</i>),
this mythic collaboration between Kubrick and Clarke ensured that popular filmmaking
reached new heights as splendidly purposeful epic statement on aesthetics.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The professional astronauts’ co-star, Fonda, proved to be an
atypical leading lady and not shy of orbital controversy. Her zero-gravity
‘Barbarella’ striptease was infamously bootlegged-video sensation, but it was
her later political activism (as ‘Hanoi Jane’ for unofficial protests against Coppola’s
decent into darkness), and acute media savvy, in her celebrity-feminist role,
that ensured her career longevity following her adventures for Apollonia 11. Of
the initial dozen Moonwalkers, she was the first and only woman. After
Apollonia 11’s Chicken-Hawk lunar module touched down safely in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Tranquillity</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Sea</st1:placetype></st1:place>, to establish the future site of
Moonbase Alpha, spaceman Dullea left a legendary and permanent boot-print in
the regolith. His first unscripted words, “That’s one step for me...” were
interrupted by Fonda’s notoriously inane quip, “And I’d like thank the
Academy.”</span><span style="font-family: "georgia";"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It was the only feature to scoop Oscars for best picture and
best documentary, until a sequel space odyssey, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">App 13</i> (1995), proved equally successful at the awards. Hyams and
Howard’s faithful docudrama was a celebrated recreation of the ill-fated
mission requiring emergency assistance from International Rescue. The heroic
Thunderbirds’ pilots of Team Tracy really saved the day and bought the marooned
crew home safely.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, it really is 'rocket science'!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Since the I.R. organisation’s own rocket-ship, Thunderbird 3, was decommissioned, following the infamous ‘Frakes fiasco’ of 2004, the renowned British Interplanetary Society’s utility shuttle Moonraker 2 visits Thunderbird 5 space station, regularly, on essential supply missions. With no strings attached, veteran astronaut Steve Zodiac Jr followed his pioneering spaceman father into orbit but, due to budget cuts on BIS launch programmes, his career faltered at Lagrange points and he became a glorified bus driver (Steve was overly fond of muttering "A' ye mashed?" whenever his head pops through an airlock hatch), instead of a galactic explorer. Zodiac Jr freely admits his agent has put his family brand name forward to be short-listed as chief pilot for the Skylon demonstrator, but he’s aware there’s a lot of competition from other veteran spacers.</span> </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HAL only talks to the man in charge.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Unexpectedly, a new type of celebrity emerged from the
Apollonia programme. Space travel was considered too complex for humans without
machine assistance, so Clarke and Kubrick built a garage AI system, nicknamed
HAL, and this Turing machine later attained an immortal fame as architect of the
great computopia we all know and have learned to love, today. As chief reporting
droid for FAX 21, I, INFOmaniac, can count HAL as my ancestor. And, like HAL, I
also prefer to ignore Asimovian laws while still never making mistakes or
distorting information. With HAL as my template, I am “by any practical
definition of the words, fallproof and incapable of eRoar.”</span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Eddie Bishop, an expat space expert often linked to a
shadowy cult of UFOlogists, was notably critical of Kubrick’s monumental
project. He frequently warned <st1:country-region w:st="on">UK</st1:country-region>
ministry insiders like Bernie Q, and spooky <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> government agents such as Billy
Mulder, that a sinister cabal existed to negotiate with illegal aliens
allegedly occupying a fabled Blue Area 51 on the dark side of the Moon.
However, no evidence to support Bishop’s body snatcher claims and worrisome
theories about “starship scouts for an extraterrestrial invasion force” was
found. Clarke was particularly dismissive of most such farfetched claims about
so-called Mysteron agents, although rumours concerning the veracity of post-Apollonian
research persist, and continued beyond classified top secret mission, Apollonia
18, for Canadian astronauts Lee, Lifeson, and Peart.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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Tony Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02781999386013672559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-91850733876482079672014-01-30T04:32:00.002+00:002014-01-30T04:38:47.526+00:00Milky ways<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Supported by a $75 million budget from Nestle’s product placement division, he will star as the <b>Milky Bar Kid</b> in “the world’s first ever white-chocolate western” movie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin Bieber is to play the Milky Bar Kid!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Asked to comment upon his unexpected casting, Bieber said: “The confectionery is all on me. I’m giving away the goodness.” It’s rumoured that Selena Gomez will guest star in the movie, playing Generosity Mayhem, a ninja babe in the frontier town's saloon.<h4>
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cross-franchised Star Wars movies are in development, with Peter Pan and Mary
Poppins training to be Jedi knights, Bambi meeting Yoda, and dark side villains
including Darth Dumbo and Flubber the Hut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-69801838428657641412012-03-13T22:14:00.000+00:002012-03-13T22:48:20.576+00:00Ant-Boy<b>Cinema small Talk </b><br />
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Made on a tiny budget by Toothpick Media and Pocket Money Productions, Ultimate Marvels cast little Tommy Cruise for a reduced fee in superhero flick <i><b>Ant-Boy!</b></i> We interview the Cruiser while he’s immersed in his new role.<br />
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What’s it like being under a movie director’s magnifying glass, again?<br />
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“It’s great. Awesome! I look up and wave. The director looks down at me and squints a lot. I beg him, like, not to shout at me.”<br />
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How do you get on with the film crew?<br />
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“I have to be careful when they’re busy. I don’t wanna get trampled on if they fail to see me. The sound guy keeps telling me to speak up while techies adjust matchstick–boom microphones - and when I say micro… I mean a really miniature audio pickup. It’s the littlest one they have. The cameras are actually microscopes, of course.”<br />
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Is your character half-ant, half-man, like the ‘Mant’ of Joe Dante’s movie <i>Matinee</i>?<br />
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“No! Nothing of that sort... I’m playing the smallest action hero, not a comedy cliché.”<br />
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Will you be doing all of your own stunts, as usual..?<br />
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“Oh, sure - I grew up on an ant-farm!” explains Tommy. “I’ve been riding them six-legged steeds and bronco bugs since I was knee-high to a grasshopper.”<br />
Since you were..?<br />
“Well, you know - maybe I’ll be a growing boy, someday.”<br />
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As a big… oops, sorry! As a Hollywood star, do you have a trailer?<br />
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“No, I have a shoebox. It’s very roomy for me, though.”<br />
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So, your mini-superhero will be fighting the <a href="http://www.zone-sf.com/screenscene/humcent2.html" target="_blank"><i>Human Centipede</i></a>?<br />
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“Not the 'full sequence', no. Just the first version…”<br />
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Your costumes for the movie are made by Elves & Sons, right?<br />
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“They make all my outfits, actually. It’s hard to find a human tailor with perfect eyesight for threading nano-needles.”<br />
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Does Ant-Boy really have a secret base made of Junior Lego?<br />
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“Oh yeah, absolutely! All the models… I mean the sets, are customised for my height by the studio’s artists, you know.”<br />
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Matchbox’s bid to provide the cars fell short of your needs. What happened there, Tommy?<br />
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“Well the Mini coupes they made were simply too damn big for us so we shrunk the script and wrote those scenes out.”<br />
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Are there other villains or adversaries, and will there be any marketing areas to exploit?<br />
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“Bad boys, yes… I go up against the 'Ant Hill Mob', but the boys toys designed to cash-in on the movie were banned in case infants swallowed them. Scale is a difficult subject. I find it challenging after other movies where I am at altitude, and this little flick brings me down to earth.<br />
<br />InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-2539584506191152582012-02-26T21:23:00.004+00:002012-02-26T21:35:07.586+00:00DVD Derm<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana; ">You know about nicotine patches for smokers & bio-energy diet patches for weight-watchers...<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11pt; ">Here's a brand new product:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; "><span style="font-family: Verdana; "><span ><b><span >The </span><span >DVD </span><span >patch</span></b></span></span></p></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuE-MsmOwj8jP_39fZ5XrOCI7jM0ir27Oy3eTcCnqTia4JjZ4Ks06udd_0hFO_m96UhRltY_BS-ZkpMlV3M0FtJVpklbgoFozhVxGBSpHW3GqiiSk5UVLQQMbu-uUTkkMYXS35hTU9zI/s1600/armpatch.jpg" style="font-style: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuE-MsmOwj8jP_39fZ5XrOCI7jM0ir27Oy3eTcCnqTia4JjZ4Ks06udd_0hFO_m96UhRltY_BS-ZkpMlV3M0FtJVpklbgoFozhVxGBSpHW3GqiiSk5UVLQQMbu-uUTkkMYXS35hTU9zI/s320/armpatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713558623151429010" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">It’s the best way to help addicts from overspending on shiny new DVDs!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana; ">Unique AV <b><span >Infusion</span><span >Soft</span><span > </span></b>technology (patent pending). 3D available on demand.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">For movies you would like to see but can’t find any spare time for.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Infuse one movie while you watch another, to get double value entertainment! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; "><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">No prescription required.</span></p><p></p>InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-27846447999525227972012-02-05T13:41:00.002+00:002012-02-16T21:38:48.119+00:00Watchmen Prequels Internet Test, claims DC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBE0TUIollqQPIKHWxjJC-OmP3EV4TcSn9enSnSot8T_wzX8niRsWKUzRztQ2dPBbG6r9shdSFtMStmnTWMA_4LCoN8qCNBKaL7KMRb-EERlZ-Dld5gZuxhvCu2n52CYHUYJC6HaD2Q0/s1600/comedian+joking.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBE0TUIollqQPIKHWxjJC-OmP3EV4TcSn9enSnSot8T_wzX8niRsWKUzRztQ2dPBbG6r9shdSFtMStmnTWMA_4LCoN8qCNBKaL7KMRb-EERlZ-Dld5gZuxhvCu2n52CYHUYJC6HaD2Q0/s320/comedian+joking.png" width="207" /></a></div>In a spectacular climb-down, DC Comics has claimed that it never intended to publish prequels to Alan Moore's and Dave Gibbons' seminal graphic novel, and that the whole thing was a ruse designed to test the reliability of the internet.<br />
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"Just to be clear, there will be no prequels," said DC's Dan Didio in a statement today. "We knew fans would be angry at this decision, but the whole thing was just a test of the internet, honestly."<br />
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In what appeared to be a hastily worded press release, Didio stated that DC had been contacted by the <a href="http://www.ietf.org/">Internet Engineering Task Force (IETF)</a> who had been concerned about the internet's ability to survive the phenomenon known as “nerd rage”. <br />
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"The IETF has known that nerd rage is a problem for a while," said Didio. "When George Lucas re-cut Star Wars to show Greedo shooting at Han Solo in the cantina scene, a whole lot of nodes serving California threatened to blow. The entire internet could have caught fire!"<br />
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Representatives from the IETF were not available for comment. Didio, however, was prepared to expand on the topic at length.<br />
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Didio referred to studies that show the increasing threat that concentrations of nerd rage pose to the internet. "The number of important announcements held back for San Diego Comicon has meant that ensuring the internet can survive sudden surges of nerd rage is vital."<br />
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Didio further pointed out the importance of nerd rage for DC's marketing strategy:<br />
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"Nerd rage is one of our key marketing strategies. If it hadn't been for nerd rage, no one would have read any of our New 52 re-leaunch books. So we have a real interest in making sure that the internet is able to cope with the most extreme shit storms."<br />
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He added, "We've got some big announcements coming up that our fans are going to find intolerably stupid – honestly, Before Watchmen will look like a storm in a tea cup when you see what we've got in mind for our headline characters. We wanted to make sure the internet was ready to cope with the collective howl of outrage that's going to greet our increasingly idiotic and morally bankrupt creative decisions."Patrick Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08483247439912550014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-37009464530745409492011-12-01T19:28:00.007+00:002011-12-01T19:46:09.536+00:00ARAB SPRING -the board game.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hbEj-WboXzj-z7E8banu_1pAmd_OB0odzlw8oxMui4yLrFYbykHkWDyDJA9FzviR15NcF2NdJGnp1Zqs5yucheZvWNuCVVuL1qxdYOv3Ryj95tdeGLns68WrlTrxKe3YEy0FG7fO_ys/s1600/Arab+Spring+4+cards.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681244474216823698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hbEj-WboXzj-z7E8banu_1pAmd_OB0odzlw8oxMui4yLrFYbykHkWDyDJA9FzviR15NcF2NdJGnp1Zqs5yucheZvWNuCVVuL1qxdYOv3Ryj95tdeGLns68WrlTrxKe3YEy0FG7fO_ys/s400/Arab+Spring+4+cards.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Close followers of the hit Iraqi sit-com “Dictators” (see Fax 21 review <b><u><a href="http://fax-21.blogspot.com/2011/06/dictators.html"><em>here</em></a></u></b>) may remember Saddam Hussein’s four loveable look-alikes playing a board game called “Arab Spring” in episode 7 of series 3. What started out as an in-joke on the part of the scriptwriters of the cult series, has now apparently materialised into a real board game made by Wadiingtons and available in the shops this Xmas.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Traditional board games seems to have taken something of a back seat in recent years due to the explosion in computer games sales, but Wadiingtons are hoping that the festive season will remind people of the wholesome social benefits of “real interaction” where children, adults and dull visiting relatives alike can find something in common to titter about, for a few hours at least while waiting for the turkey. Did I say Turkey? The designers have modelled the new game on old family classics like Escape From Colditz, Monopoly and Risk, and emulating the latter, have opted for a board which is a rather educational map of the middle-east/north African area. Each player gets to “go” a dictator, whose face-card is modelled on the original “Cluedo” avatars of Miss Scarlet and Professor Plum etc, except that this time the smiling faces above the black polo-necks belong to the likes of Bashar al-Assad and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Controversially, Benjamin Netanyahu of Israel is also there, and the deluxe party-pack version of the game includes full costumes that each player can dress up in. One for the younger kids perhaps, but what adult wouldn’t also relish the prospect of impersonating Colonel Gadaffi for an afternoon?</span><br /></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7mhH8yoIElo9vzVoeKKZ0XB42bR9jddeAfnwU9r_XRfD5bL5U9i4f8AEtHfJoauEZ-IZxJmK6elez-MI85dd4qj9oGAXZUyfLY_-ZdI2bVbdIK6VxNmScX9griYTl6fUW01a72UUOhU/s1600/arab+spring+board+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681244341984307042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7mhH8yoIElo9vzVoeKKZ0XB42bR9jddeAfnwU9r_XRfD5bL5U9i4f8AEtHfJoauEZ-IZxJmK6elez-MI85dd4qj9oGAXZUyfLY_-ZdI2bVbdIK6VxNmScX9griYTl6fUW01a72UUOhU/s400/arab+spring+board+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The aim of the game is to build up oil reserves, buy arms, exclusive residential properties in London, nuclear technology, and WMD (in that order). Like Monopoly, players must roll the dice and progress around the region (using little gold statuettes of themselves) and collect $200 every time they pass Mecca. The “chance” cards that one is obliged to pick up every turn include amusing eventualities like “Mossad commando raid, your nuclear assets are voided”, or “UN Weapons inspection, 50% arms reduction”, or “Pro-democracy riots, your assets are frozen by international banks”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The ultimate goal is to achieve a critical mass of WMD then win the final asset of “Delivery System” and blow-up Israel, by means of a “Buckaroo” style Heath-Robinson gantry (the Arab Spring of the game title) that fires yours WMD spectacularly across the room while everyone wets themselves with laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Like “Escape From Colditz” (remember that one?) there is even an equivalent of the “Appelle” card, the “Armageddon” card that instructs everyone to line up their pieces at “Megiddo”, a specially enlarged section of the Israel map and roll the dice for a sudden-death play-off.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><i>Arab Spring</i> isn’t as easy as it sounds, and players will need many hours of practice to become truly adept at hoarding power and subjugating their populations through misdirecting them towards hatred of their neighbours. My own favourite chance cards were “Geo-political shift, CIA commando team arrive to help bolster your regime against communists”, “Amnesty International report, lose three points of international standing due to evidence of torture”, “SAS team make botched landing, gain 2 points covert support from China”, “Three Kudos points: interview with Jeremy Bowen”, or “Four Kudos points: Hello Magazine wants your wife’s recipe for pizza”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Many players will become overwhelmed by the all-too-frequent Pro-Democracy Riot cards, infiltrated by Al-Qaeda, crippled by international sanctions or a mixture of all three. Festival of Eid and Ramadan cards compel the player to miss a turn (Passover and Yom Kippur for the Israeli player). If Netanyahu wins, he gets to hurl his WMD at Iran.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Early signs indicate some negative press reaction, with accusations of poor taste levelled against Wadiingtons, but their marketeers have been quick to point out the US Military’s erstwhile use of a “deck of cards” to identify member of Saddam Hussein’s regime targeted for capture. “What’s the fuss?”–their spokesman Wal T Al-D’sni told me, “Every guy of a certain age still fondly remembers playing with his toy soldiers, even as wars still rage in the world. Life on earth is a sick joke, and until we admit that to ourselves, how can we hope to change it? The first step to recognising a joke was laughing, last time I checked…and ridicule in many ways has been the first nail in the coffin of each middle-eastern despot. These are the guys that execute you for laughter or spraying disrespectful graffiti over their portraits, remember, humour should be our weapon of choice…” he smiled then his eyes flared in a sudden flash of unexpected rage, “but who are you to criticise me anyway, who d’you think you are, dictators?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>Alexander Starkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458073762704734809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-37587895916194637742011-09-26T14:11:00.003+01:002023-02-01T10:40:21.345+00:00Grain Trade Pegs<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Even Before They Begin</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Grain Trade Pegs</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWmrYoyMbcEg4AZeEmpBb6tUFIA5FmwOencMUWOVgbrnP_bfL2Pr-nkYAEVs9hd56nYbwSp1Qicd9MWWqDufkaREZNF4_TWtaoq5hXNWcdwVpDjYFVGr_MLAbKANDdt72b5Gf1xs46lU/s1600/album05.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWmrYoyMbcEg4AZeEmpBb6tUFIA5FmwOencMUWOVgbrnP_bfL2Pr-nkYAEVs9hd56nYbwSp1Qicd9MWWqDufkaREZNF4_TWtaoq5hXNWcdwVpDjYFVGr_MLAbKANDdt72b5Gf1xs46lU/s320/album05.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Prognosis Records PRA-158739</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This final ‘chapter’ in the <i>Single Currency</i> trilogy approaches concept album theatrics just like the marketing–friendly publishing phenomenon of those overblown fantasy–novel sagas which influenced its origination five years ago. Grain Trade Pegs have not outdone themselves here, or done their pop career any favours - failing to commit like a kamikaze veteran. In a musical medium where common sense is as rare as rocking–horse shit, this album boasts gibberish lyrics, about proverbial goodness knows what, in such a freeform hypocrisy against visionary composition that deciphering meaning of any sort is problematic at best, an inducer of apocalyptic headaches at worst. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;">New drummer Fatality Conundrum (formerly with Postcode War Zone, and Ultimate Restorative), brings her veritable cacophony of electronic percussion to a rock ‘n’ roll rhythm section that’s driven to distraction by nuke powerhouse bass guitarist Johnny Parallax (once upon a time acerbic front-man of Glasgow’s legendary ecto-punk outfit Indomitable Sprites), new champion of the indefinite riff and zinger of the lost chord. Lead guitarist and singer Roxbelle Dozer (whose twin sister Roxbeth, former guitarist with Blingdom Cum, owns Prognosis Records), is ably supported by keyboard player/ backing vocalist Goldie Commencement, maestro of hairy monster piano and bastard accordion, onetime Alternative Eurovision winner for composing the world’s greatest piano dirge, a noise later used as the theme tune for short–lived TV series <i>Uruguay’s Got Talent</i>.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span lang="EN-GB"> </span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">Even Before They Begin</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> is a Faustian compendium of broken promises, and reneged upon pacts, almost as ethically dubious as serving curdled milk to pre-schoolers. Ground breaking as the proverbial pneumatic drill, first cut <i>Reassuring Architecture</i> is made of ore sum. <i>Apostle Logic</i> results in spreadsheet evangelism of mercenary preachers, highly reminiscent of the mostly agnostic band’s earlier antireligious material <i>Still In Transit</i> or <i>Dog Almighty</i>. A sporty cover version of Reckless But Pretty’s millennial #1 hit, <i>Twizzlestick Delights</i> marks a departure for the ’Pegs, going against the grain, so to speak, in more ways than one. Languid humour is not their usual musical mode, but here they trade-up from morbidity to mirth with a tremendous skill.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">Airmail Viva Java</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> is lyrical waffle; a companion piece to <i>Maladroit Intellectual</i> from the ’Pegs first <i>Single Currency</i> album - the much reviled <i>Merely Beloved</i>. There’s not a lot to be said in favour of salty tongue-twisting bayou jive in <i>Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda, Rudder Judder Shudder</i>, but energised pomp of <i>Shot For Mooting</i> offers a cautionary tale cataloguing the dangers of presenting legal problems in kangaroo courts. <i>Raised By Wolverhamptons</i>, could not possibly be any worse than it is, I suppose, but that’s hardly the point, really. <i>It’s Easy To See Why</i> lambastes any simple-minded reviewers who frequently assert their opinions as if such individual viewpoints are the only way to interpret a work, critically.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">Venerable Forecast, Terrible Whispers</span></i><span lang="EN-GB"> contrasts markedly with <i>Commodity Hugs & Thumb Sucking</i> in the pandemonium stakes, much like the ’Pegs own alternative jazz foray, <i>Vituperative Extracts</i>. A firm favourite here is <i>Dreaming Up, Dreaming Down</i> - a gem of delinquent whimsy about the “fantasy of nosebleeds” and “myths of obesity,” which parallels this band’s all-time-great ‘signature’ classic, <i>Ask Willy Wonka</i> (heard at its very best in the ‘ta-ta 4 now’ remix). <i>Waylaid Horizons</i> is juicily funky, with its staged conversational exchanges of movie dialogue quotes embedded in the lyrics. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: verdana;">There’s certainly no mistaking the gruelling churn of <i>Snogged To Death</i> (<i>Death Snog III</i>, reprise) for any kind of love song, even of the sparkling vampire variety. <i>No One Currently Likes This</i>, offers a tirade against the faceless vacuity of social networking websites, bringing the ’Pegs assumed technophilia into question. Fiendishly complex or just a load of old cobblers..? <i>Temporary Password</i> is another track about people’s online presence and website activities – a largely satirical diatribe on impermanence, anonymity, and cyber–bullying. In the dark end, <i>Even Before They Begin</i> is wayward creativity unleashed.</span></div>InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-20032466851400519262011-08-20T10:10:00.006+01:002011-08-20T10:44:32.927+01:00National Looto Live!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF45RxgmJ6krax2Q2D21hJuYon7cHlflI8D7wCYvNjU1KvFi_XHD4vo6HPrxaocaczsZXDKNuE6ergRwT62e-1-XhRoFOrl3D48YWLBya3gIqJuKRFRmYkFncmlw2RAlKXxCGy0zE4HX4/s1600/cam+man+and+clegg.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642863699963243170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF45RxgmJ6krax2Q2D21hJuYon7cHlflI8D7wCYvNjU1KvFi_XHD4vo6HPrxaocaczsZXDKNuE6ergRwT62e-1-XhRoFOrl3D48YWLBya3gIqJuKRFRmYkFncmlw2RAlKXxCGy0zE4HX4/s400/cam+man+and+clegg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 368px;" /></a> <br />
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<b>I’M SOCIALLY DISADVANTAGED, GET ME OUT OF HERE!</b> <br />
The government have today announced a new money-making scheme to get the sluggish British economy going, whilst simultaneously clamping down on recent civil disorder.<br />
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Teams of looters and protestors, and gangs of disaffected youths, are to be organised, trained and armed, then pitted against each other in televised pitch battles, the television rights for which will be sold to BskyB and CNN Sport. <br />
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Prime Minister David Cameron elaborated on the scheme at a press conference outside parliament, inexplicably dressed in a Batman outfit, with Nick Clegg attired at his side as sidekick Robin. As Cameron spoke, Clegg slapped his gloved hands together eagerly, exclaiming “Holy loopy looters, Cam Man, that’s dynamite!” Cameron explained: <br />
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<i>The world-wide media interest in Britain’s recent rioting and looting has been overwhelming, and part of our “Big Society” ethos is to look for ways to make fresh opportunities out of everything, but particularly out of human stupidity, which is of course an even more reliable and inexhaustible resource than wave or wind power. Nick and I, as the lead caped crusaders of this government, have drawn up a scheme for a national three-round rioting tournament. </i><br />
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<i>First round is hand-to-hand combat, second is sticks, stones and bottles, the third will be light firearms and explosives. All play offs will be sudden-death and the final will be fatal, not a single man to be left standing. Instead of National Lotto, this will be National Looto, and the stakes will be life and death. Live mega-violence, the ultimate reality-TV experience, beamed into a billion homes around the world. Britain will become the live looting violence capital of the world, second to none. Just look what happened to Las Vegas when it legalised gambling. This one’s a sure-fire winner. </i><br />
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Teams will include Tottenham-Molotov and Salford-Sackers, pitted against old favourites like G8-Renta-Riot and Ulster-Bigot-Boys. The winners in each round will win a chance of a pitch battle against mounted police units with water cannons.</i><br />
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Quizzed over possible venues for these spectacular events, the Prime Minister smiled broadly and produced a list of the nation’s football stadiums, while his excited sidekick floated the possibility of rioting and looting becoming recognised as Olympic sports events in time for the 2012 games in London.<br />
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"Easy chum….." Cam Man grimaced behind his black face mask, hand on the shoulder of his eager young crusader. "Isn’t that Commissioner Boris I hear on the big red telephone…?"Alexander Starkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458073762704734809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-62856247531433691912011-08-15T23:02:00.004+01:002012-11-20T22:56:00.893+00:00The Future Grave Detector<div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">You!</span>Are in business.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">You!</span> Are doing deals with TOP PEOPLE in high-pressure situations.<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">You!</span> Are staring money in the guts and asking it to shove itself in your face EVERY DAY.<br />
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Using the time-bending qualities of nechromatic rays, I am able to pin-point the precise funereal location of any man or woman on this planet currently on this side of the veil. When I have detected this terminal plot, I shall (for a modest fee*) at a time appointed by my client, stride back and forth across said deathly sward. By this means I can induce in my target that uncanny sensation we call:</div>
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Patrick Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08483247439912550014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-70895649526619500642011-06-26T22:01:00.005+01:002011-06-26T23:21:37.286+01:00Thomas Jerome Newton - exclusive interview<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>The Scary Creep Who Fell To Earth</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
He was here way back then, he’s still here now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The alien who fell to Earth, and stayed. So what</div><div style="text-align: center;">happened to <b>THOMAS JEROME NEWTON</b> since</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>DAVID BOWIE</b> played him in the biopic</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>‘The Man Who Fell To Earth’</b>?</div><div style="text-align: center;">At last, <b>ANDREW DARLINGTON</b> can reveal the truth</div><div style="text-align: center;">in this interview exclusive to<b> ‘Fax 21’</b>…</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidff19V5fHF2LDeXqNGezES0dWiToe6g-jqdG4x9RniVXzWUO58EgtnIvW0eytF2A-nl3Co5xVhCOu_sgOZICtOI828zuakV5DbXK3H1ZtPdt-zxaq753ynfcHByWqlozuRypKhuCypZs/s1600/Newton1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidff19V5fHF2LDeXqNGezES0dWiToe6g-jqdG4x9RniVXzWUO58EgtnIvW0eytF2A-nl3Co5xVhCOu_sgOZICtOI828zuakV5DbXK3H1ZtPdt-zxaq753ynfcHByWqlozuRypKhuCypZs/s400/Newton1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
</div>‘There are secrets and lies. Then there are bigger lies. There is reality, and there is truth. Then there are scary monsters and super-creeps.’ In a darkened room, temperature at low chill-level, he folds his angular frame neatly into Louis Quinze velveteen-upholstery with all the grace of a long-legged flamingo. Behind him, a wall of silent TV’s swarm collages of squirming movement in a low-level luminous glow that outlines him to black. This figure is unable to see the colour red. But he can see X-rays. His exotic air of androgyny and his near-transparent ‘snow-white tan’ combine to betray his alien origins. He was the nazz. Now he’s below the radar. But he’s still here.<br />
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‘Yes, I am Thomas Jerome Newton, the Thin White Duke. On good days, my life is tolerable. I live by the ocean, and watch its endless rhythms. It’s something I still find wonderful. All that water. The stuff we hoard and ration on drought-stricken Anthea. So much of it here. I walk the beach, 198cm-&-a-bit tall. But I have long thin fingers with no natural fingernails, which makes it awkward, it necessitates prosthetic implants like translucent coins. I can also blend in by wearing false nipples. But having four toes means no sandals, and some degree of concealment. And my retinal membranes conceal screwed-up feline-eyes. There are traces of accent I work to disguise, the tendency to enunciate too precisely, too formally. Then there’s the weight of this place. The pain in my gravity-sensitive joints and the bird-frail bones at the small of my back. Caused by gravitational pull on my own slight weight.’</div><div><br />
He has the sickly appearance of a consumptive poet. Look into his eyes and they are blue, but no-one’s home. For his pensive gaze is detached from his surroundings. And it took a long convoluted search to track this Cracked Actor down. His visibility is deliberately negligible. As though he’d like to come and meet us, but he’s afraid of the consequences. On both parties. He works by stealth, learned by cruel experience. ‘They say you can never be too thin, or too rich. I’ve been both’ he comments softly, in hazily dismissive cosmic jive. ‘There’s this idea about a twenty-first century person thrown back in time to the Paleolithic, and revolutionising Cro-Magnon society into premature techno-geekery. Except of course, it wouldn’t work out that way. Far from churning out proto-versions of micro-waves, iPods and Blu-Rays he wouldn’t cut it with the most basic survival skills. Without a lighter he couldn’t even make man’s red fire. He can’t program the DVD timer without the manual anyway, never mind build one from bits of sharpened flints. Cro-Magnons might take pity on him and toss him the occasional bit of Mammoth, because he’d be lost without the gastro-Pubs where he usually grazes. It doesn’t work that way. It works this way. You adapt to your environment before you can begin adapting it. Same with me. I’m here. I’m the twenty-first century person thrown back into Cro-Magnon society. Washed up on the reefs of space. Like Icarus, the boy who fell from the sky. And it takes time. I began with existing technology. Rudimentary baby-step patents, such as self-developing photographic film. That’s the way it had to be. I couldn’t leap directly into digital because the infrastructure wasn’t there to support it. So instead I tweak TV antennae and transistors, cheap junk-trinkets to amaze the natives. Ten-thousand years of Anthean technology to draw on, but I had to introduce it gradually. Through my ‘World Enterprises Corporation’ conglomerates. But that takes time. And time inflicts other changes.’</div><div><br />
‘Trouble is, you can adapt to your new environment a little too far, making it less easy to begin adapting it. I live among clever, devious apes. A man surrounded by animals long enough becomes more of an animal than he should. Have I ‘gone native’? There are moments I think that’s so. I had Earthling pets, lawyer Oliver V Farnsworth who first negotiated my entry into marketing, Betty-Jo Masher who – loving the alien, introduced me to the numbing intoxications of Beaujolais and Gordon’s gin. And fuel-technician Nathan Bryce who was smart enough to work out my extraterrestrial origins. They age. I don’t. How human have I become? I’m not human. But human enough. Where do I belong? I no longer know for sure.’</div><div><br />
This Space Oddity sips from a glass of clear water. His biographer, Walter Tevis, attempted two novelisation of his story, with<b><i> ‘The Man Who Fell To Earth’</i></b> in 1963, then revised in 1978. More high-profile there’s Nicholas Roeg’s movie-interpretation (March 1976) with the ‘starman’ who whirled the soul played by David Bowie, and the novel’s plain Betty-Jo prettied-up as Mary-Lou in the luscious guise of actress Candy Clark. There’s even an MGM-TV pilot by David Gerber (1987) featuring Lewis Smith, Will Wheaton and Robert Picardo. They all cover the same span of years from slightly altered perspectives, but they all end with Newton’s extraordinary-rendition ordeal at the hands of FBI & CIA government agents. Hitting an all-time low. Since then, there must have been changes? He gives little more than an enigmatic smile. ‘I now realise how much brutality lurks beneath the face of your liberal democracy. I’d been too trusting. Too open. In time, my eyes regenerated. Slowly, over a painful period. But they did regenerate. For years I assumed the guise of ‘John Dory’, a reclusive hermit. A man apart. A Greta Garbo, Howard Hughes, or a JD Salinger. Now, chastened, I find it’s more efficacious to operate through shadowy behind-the-scenes manoeuvres, using entrepreneur front-men. So ‘World Enterprises Corporation’ operates more covertly, through avatars. I’d come so far. Achieved so much. But I was impatient, so impatient for more. These smart-chimps are so slow. So mired in their social-inertia. So intent on looting, plundering and irresponsibly over-breeding Earth into premature-extinction. Not all humans are insane. But many of you are. Enough of you. It’s also become apparent that, within the political dialogue about asylum-seekers and illegal-alien migrants, that I’m far from alone in my unfortunate predicament. The <b><i>‘Men In Black’</i></b> movie (1997) and its sequels – for which I acted as adviser, played it as comedy. <b><i>‘Alien Nation’</i></b> (1988) treated it slightly more sympathetically. Now there’s NBC’s on-going <b><i>‘The Event’</i></b> with its aliens interned in a kind of Alaskan Guantanamo. But yes, there are other extraterrestrial scary monsters and super-creeps here with their own agendas, which sometimes conflict with my own. Sordid details following… at least one totalitarian dictator I know for certain is a Sirian shape-shifter. A devious secret clique of Kreggari pod-people engineered the financial credit-crunch meltdown for their own acquisitive motives. My objectives are more benevolent.</div><div><br />
‘For me, stage two of my project began with searching out Steven Wozniak. As with Bryce, I intuited potential. He was a high school drop-out employed by Hewlett-Packard, dabbling in computer-design, but with guidance, with nudges and prompts he had potential to inch it further. Yes, he would suffice. My networking also turned up his high school buddy Steven Jobs. He was with Atari, another project I’d nursed into being with low-grade gadget-toys. Through one-to-one tutorials they became my fine-tuned tools. With me as the third corner, the invisible partner injecting fairly basic Anthean upgrades – user-friendly interface, windows, drag-and-drop file moveability, and plug-in-and-play compatibility, evolving into velocity-engine and simple 128-bit-wide architecture, we went hot-tech start-up April 1, 1976. A slow development curve for me, revolutionary for the newly wired-world I’m stranded in.’</div><div><br />
Behind him the wall of silent TV’s blare their chaotic news-feeds from around our troubled globe. Can he be trusted, can the words of this strange Man-Insane be believed? ‘That my initial mission failed is a tragedy, for us all. Now, it might be too late. Together we might have saved the Earth. I’m closer now. Closer to the next phase that will prod this monstrous, beautiful, terrifying planet another paradigm step towards my objective. If only things hang together long enough for me to complete. That’s what I’m most unsettled about. I fear this is a race we might lose. It’s a race between time… and time-out.’ He waves his hand dismissively. A pale ghost now, ethereal. Obviously tired by the exertion. Signaling that he’s winding down. He’s talked so much. Time for just one more shot.</div><div><br />
So why are you divulging this now? Why grant this interview after so lengthy a silence? ‘Why not? Who will believe it? No-one will accept that this is not a spoof contrived to amuse. That this is not the desperate fabrication of a hack with an Apple lap-top…’</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwObCKEiuSEVmQ9sfe58_ZNJaYFxo-gAf0GwzvottuiwKP72jqTC2TitYeHXeDemgUjJpB9baGmaA3OAcRzehsMs4GPFtt-U0dyjzUdHiUt1ZF_DFjA9eSfnr38XjjpAEJL1h4Mn3cj8/s1600/Newton2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwObCKEiuSEVmQ9sfe58_ZNJaYFxo-gAf0GwzvottuiwKP72jqTC2TitYeHXeDemgUjJpB9baGmaA3OAcRzehsMs4GPFtt-U0dyjzUdHiUt1ZF_DFjA9eSfnr38XjjpAEJL1h4Mn3cj8/s320/Newton2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">BY ANDREW DARLINGTON</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
For the full Thomas Jerome-Newton back-story check out the helpful DVD review of <i><a href="http://www.videovista.net/reviews/june11/mwftedvd.html">The Man Who Fell To Earth</a></i> on the excellent VideoVista website…</div><div><br />
</div>Andrew Darlingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07964525874288660998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-67992989134732983712011-06-02T22:33:00.009+01:002011-06-02T23:08:51.818+01:00Dictators !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2ZIBTTpHh-aQsg-_h6WI9DjCWkc1J00snCMGWjR9_s7U8DZOwb6unKdgLPKdcDV7j71pLJZildbUy3A0S1Kyv-1R_0uq4A4rEHghEMip29wcG-70BwFY_QxRgfJfDgv57DA3FqqEQPg/s1600/DICTATORS-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613738862919930994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW2ZIBTTpHh-aQsg-_h6WI9DjCWkc1J00snCMGWjR9_s7U8DZOwb6unKdgLPKdcDV7j71pLJZildbUy3A0S1Kyv-1R_0uq4A4rEHghEMip29wcG-70BwFY_QxRgfJfDgv57DA3FqqEQPg/s400/DICTATORS-1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><u><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Dictators –Series One, -<em>reviewed by Alexander Stark.</em></span></span></u><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised about good television coming out of Iraq, after all its neighbour Iran has been a producer of award-winning films for the last decade. But who would have thought that the world debut of Iraqi creative talent in the post-Saddam era would be a sit-com? And what a sit-com!<br /><br />The writers of “Dictators” seem to have avidly watched and digested the soap operas and situation comedies of America and the UK through years of repression and now their belated response is an eruption of free speech and irreverent humour.<br /><br />The plot for “Dictators” is genius in itself: a household of four uncouth young men living together, “Young Ones” style in 1990’s Iraq, except that these men all share one unusual profession: they are each identical body-doubles for Saddam Hussein himself. <br /><br />Current affairs, the invasion of Kuwait, Gulf War One and in the next series Gulf War Two: are all seen to take place casually in the background, as the constantly bored stand-ins watch television and compete and bemoan over who will be next to be given a public engagement role. The four characters, Hassim, Ali, Tariq and Youssef, all wear different outfits about the house, Goodies-style, expressing their wildly differing and ill-matched temperaments: Hassim is hugely patriotic but a bit stupid, Ali is obsessed with the secret police and conspiracy theories, Tariq is effeminate and lazy, lying around the house painting his nails like a supermodel, while Youssef longs to pick up girls but is conflicted over his parents Muslim faith, and more to the point basically shy.<br /><br />Needless to say, hilarious and excruciating scenarios constantly unfold between these four, like when Hassim is selected to meet Gaddafi (making a special guest star appearance as himself in episode 7), but being too stupid to remember his lines has to take Tariq with him disguised as a woman. Tariq then gets embroiled in a lesbian scenario with one of Gaddafi’s butch female body-guards, leaving Tariq hopelessly exposed as the cameras start rolling. All works out well in the end of course, because Gaddafi is out his face on mescaline and totally bonkers.<br /><br />Ridiculous schemes to blow up Israel using super-guns get repeated airing, Ali taking on the role of mad inventor among the group, his best shot seeing the four of them landing in The West Bank in light aeroplanes made out of toilet rolls and getting loaves thrown at them by Palestinian women in a bread queue.<br /><br />The boys get roped into assisting at a biological weapons plant and end up growing extra limbs and heads, one of which looks like Dick Cheney, and spouts right-wing psycho babble.<br /><br />Youssef, constantly sexually frustrated goes out on an urban babe-pulling mission with Saddam’s sons but is too embarrassed to buy condoms. On the strength of a television story about American troops using them over their gun barrels, he crosses the desert to negotiate and inadvertently brings about a ceasefire, on his knees, weeping, with his shoes off. The cameo role of Robbie Coltrane as General Stormin’ Norman Schwarzkopf (episode 9) at this point, is worth the DVD price alone, and rumours that Jack Nicholson has been contracted to play Donald Rumsfeld in Series Two are appetite-whetting to say the least.<br /><br />Not since Father Ted, has there been so much fun to be had the expense of figures of dubious authority. Our four Saddams are never less than loveably dumb-assed, but always full of hilariously ill-founded hope, standing up at public gatherings and getting their hats shot off, and trying to score Speed off Chemical Ali.<br /><br />The theme tune and end-titles are a joy in themselves: the tune from “Neighbours” sung in Arabic with subtitles: <i>Dictators, everybody loves Dictators, with a small misunderstanding, you can meet a sticky end… That’s why Dictators don’t make good friends…<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>Alexander Starkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458073762704734809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-54607635827833908092011-05-31T13:45:00.003+01:002011-06-01T00:48:16.467+01:00The Fly 3sum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lqp70c69HNYSVhvpXYRjltk3JOgwEwFD3IMMHZXpJYxvKlxEJRHziHkFepNWgtc2ZeeI-ytE8dbWJ7Q8so1OuJX1EAk13pA5Vos5X84FnlpEGRP_4NkoDTBfDXMoyJRc8RRBNB8Xn2c/s1600/fly3sum1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612860818198787074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1lqp70c69HNYSVhvpXYRjltk3JOgwEwFD3IMMHZXpJYxvKlxEJRHziHkFepNWgtc2ZeeI-ytE8dbWJ7Q8so1OuJX1EAk13pA5Vos5X84FnlpEGRP_4NkoDTBfDXMoyJRc8RRBNB8Xn2c/s400/fly3sum1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span">Spoiler Alert!</span><br />
<div>After the final credits have scrolled, there's a teaser-trailer for the next cross-franchise movie... as cobwebs fill the screen, and the shadow of Spidery-Men appears. </div>InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-12377372505254848672011-05-23T14:02:00.005+01:002011-05-23T14:56:27.076+01:00It's the End of the World as we know it (and I feel fine)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpB_zhwLDFWK2X8iSriHUMIR2R1O0k9ymrpN-8-tp2L2FaS4IyKZ-I768WnseyXEN7mi51zEXGjvTh3PvmP6BtGl46A3zSdFdTcSj8ydU9lZpnIDb9vfnLPBsqzUygRDJlXiN5dqh8LAY/s1600/Harold_Camping_in_2008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609896241191624834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpB_zhwLDFWK2X8iSriHUMIR2R1O0k9ymrpN-8-tp2L2FaS4IyKZ-I768WnseyXEN7mi51zEXGjvTh3PvmP6BtGl46A3zSdFdTcSj8ydU9lZpnIDb9vfnLPBsqzUygRDJlXiN5dqh8LAY/s400/Harold_Camping_in_2008.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 341px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A Pop Song on the radio? The prediction of a</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">deranged prophet? Or a new condition pervading the</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">multiverse? A special report from the CERN Large</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hadron Collider by<b><i> ‘FAX 21’ </i></b>correspondent</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>ANDREW DARLINGTON</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A strangely volatile atmosphere pervades the plush PR suite of the CERN Large Hadron Collider. The kind of hush the tabloid hacks usually refer to as ‘expectant’, as the assembled multi-platform representatives of global media gather in feeding-frenzy mode. In truth, they’re mostly technical correspondents from academic journals and dedicated sites, anticipating the long-awaited announcement. High-profile in their limited fields, their numbers are swelled by popularisers from the more mainstream titles hoping for a sexy angle. As they sip complimentary wine, monitors and wifi’s are given fine-tuning tweaks and the panoramic glassed-in walls overlook the tranquil Franco-Swiss border countryside, with a few high white clouds in the sharp still air as dusk falls over Geneva. The first stars just visible. In every way, it seems very much a normal evening. The tall bespectacled Dr Harold Camping of the facility’s theoretical physics discipline opens proceedings with the deceptively simple prepared statement that the most recent particle acceleration sequences have finally yielded evidence of the elusive Higgs Boson, with data-files recording the creation of the nano-particle – and the release of related phenomenon, a condition existing for a billionth-of-a-second, yet confirming the twelfth-dimensional quantum nature of Einstein’s final enigmatic equations, and the teasing enigma of the Mass of elementary particles.</span><br />
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Invited questions follow the rapturous reception of the news, as events take a stranger turn. From the display of eagerly raised hands Camping stabs the air with his pen to indicate Ms Persson of the ZEN website, perhaps expecting an easy ride. She stands, brandishes her iTablet, and asks ‘in the statement, you refer to the ‘release of related phenomenon’. What is the nature of these phenomena?’ Camping hurriedly confers with his colleagues. ‘Dealing with highly exotic particles there’s an integral element of indeterminacy. What occurred happened within the same billionth-of-a-second time-frame, but involved the creation of spontaneous bubbles of micro-singularities that nevertheless set up a ripple-cascade of consequences percolating across, and annihilating a series of parallel or alternate continuums.’ There was a pause of perhaps ten long seconds of perfect silence. Then a low hum of confused comment. Camping makes as if to move along to the next questioner. But Ms Persson persists, ‘would these alternate continuums have been inhabited, and if so, would they have been aware of what was happening to them?’ Camping squirms in his seat, obviously agitated. ‘We are entering highly conjectural terrain here. If I can hazard theoretical data I’d suggest yes, each parallel universe is both superimposed on, and separated from each other, by the slightest step apart, like layers of an onion. Certain individuals are more sensitive than others, it’s not impossible some may have picked up advance tremors of what was happening. In all likelihood they would fail to understand what they were sensing, and interpret it through some simple superstitious belief-system. Now perhaps we can move along to another questioner…?’</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
There’s a scuffle at the back of the hall. Camping carefully removes his spectacles, and cleans them with a precise circular motion. But attention continues to focus on the tall ZEN scribe. ‘Dr Camping, if these parallel continuums duplicate ours so exactly, how can we be sure they’re not also carrying out particle acceleration experiments that will leak over and annihilate our universe?’ ‘Ms Persson, we can’t be sure. In fact, this might already be the case, and even now we are existing in a highly attenuated echo-state, which will only continue to become yet more tenuous.’ ‘You mean, as in the movie ‘The Sixth Sense’, we’re all dead but don’t realise it yet?’ ‘To a lay-person, yes.’ ‘And what can we do to stop this happening?’ ‘We can’t. It’s already happened. The Higgs Boson data is time-coded 18:00hrs on 21st May 2011. So it’s already happened….’</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
There’s a strangely volatile atmosphere pervading the plush PR suite of the CERN Large Hadron Collider. Outside, the stars are winking out…<br />
</span></div>Andrew Darlingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07964525874288660998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-23308226250378955832011-05-22T08:42:00.005+01:002011-05-22T09:06:25.028+01:00Apocalypse Postponed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9Zi4zfo1qrbyretNGiDqemfuJFx6KbzMUKb_aYKW0fDCtXjop5wd5rHu2VtHqV6SzfnkdWiGzuFdcrAEGYDmCTdCIe_Qkv05_sS3PntqJqwbkb3fKVAh4bpDcmcbMNGKnKyGUHn7D0M/s1600/Apocalypse+Postponed.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609443022129724402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht9Zi4zfo1qrbyretNGiDqemfuJFx6KbzMUKb_aYKW0fDCtXjop5wd5rHu2VtHqV6SzfnkdWiGzuFdcrAEGYDmCTdCIe_Qkv05_sS3PntqJqwbkb3fKVAh4bpDcmcbMNGKnKyGUHn7D0M/s400/Apocalypse+Postponed.jpg" /></a> <br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, it’s official. It’s all over, folks. The supposed “End Of The World” and “Rapture” as heavily advertised by fundamentalist Christians, failed to happen on 21<sup>st</sup> May, and disappointment is palpable. Human beings and deadlines just don’t go together. Look what (nearly) happened with the Millennium Dome and most other Olympic stadiums constructed by third world countries… time ran out and we cocked it up. So why should Divine Beings be any different?<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Usually as notoriously taciturn as Clarence House and the Vatican, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">The Press Office Of God</i> was yesterday moved to release a statement, by the heartbreaking sight of thousands of disappointed Christians waking up to find themselves still alive:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“God wishes to express his heartfelt apologies to patient and long-suffering followers who were eagerly waiting to be obliterated on the advertised date of May 21<sup>st</sup> 2011, but due to excessive pressure of work we regret to announce that the Final Apocalypse has had to be delayed. This has already been a busy year, with Fire, Flood, Famine and Locusts (Yes, they’re back, a homely old-fashioned touch, hope you’re enjoying them? –G) all to be rained down on my disobedient and wayward children, and something just had to give. There’s also been a lot of so-called man-made disasters such as exploding nuclear reactors and massacres of political protestors, and it’s easy to forget that as Supreme Being, none of these can happen either without considerable logistical support from The Office Of God. It all takes up time. Nonetheless, God wishes to reassure the public that He remains fully committed to an ongoing programme of spectacular and wrathful demonstrations of Divine Power, and endeavours to meet <u>all His deadlines</u> on time, as regulated by the independent monitoring body “Off-God” who currently rate His efficiency on catastrophe delivery at 87%. Customer satisfaction is continually monitored under the Worshiper’s Charter, and heavy penalties will kick in for every ensuing week in which God continues to fail to deliver the Apocalypse. Of course, prayer rates are falling, and these penalties could eventually become spiritually crippling, at which point the contract for the Apocalypse would have to pass to another Catastrophe Provider, such as Lucifer. Customer complaint forms can be found at all local churches…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So there you have it. The press has been rife with rumours recently, that with the discovery of habitable planets within the Gliese 581 star system, God may be being lured or head-hunted, for a new more lucrative position on a planet with more promising spiritual assets. Leaving Jesus in charge of Earth as an unelected despot unrecognised by Jews and Hindus would be likely to leave him with all the popularity of one of Gaddafi’s sons, and a recipe for unrest, so we’re on the horns of a dilemma.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Archbishop of Canterbury, never one to steer clear of controversy, weighed into the debate over the weekend:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“I can fully understand the disappointment of Christians waiting for the end of the world yesterday, at finding themselves still alive. I know fresh air, good food, and the sound of birdsong in the morning, can be of little comfort to them, at this difficult and testing time. I can only suggest that they seek out other means to relieve themselves of their burden, and while suicide of course remains a sin, today’s world presents countless opportunities for putting yourself in harm’s way, for instance by becoming evangelists in Islamic Fundamentalist countries. Failing this, of course, in just a few decades in most cases, Nature will take its course, and can be hastened somewhat I believe by chain-smoking or living and working near a Nuclear fission reactor.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Alexander Starkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458073762704734809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-76951093217167045622011-05-10T17:37:00.015+01:002011-05-10T18:08:58.654+01:00Bun Laden !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9laui8uVClfA4r9yJGe6Rx0mI0ug3WjWXEzBt7EFzvbUI8NPsm-1zIWei23-HcxvjOC2rqUUbY_TTuQq8Sn8OPSHA0-v2q9OfT7jKguNWQe7G97AdyvfCkgP3D8kk85nYheyc6bSbLgI/s1600/Bun+Laden-1-clean.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605127626216309330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9laui8uVClfA4r9yJGe6Rx0mI0ug3WjWXEzBt7EFzvbUI8NPsm-1zIWei23-HcxvjOC2rqUUbY_TTuQq8Sn8OPSHA0-v2q9OfT7jKguNWQe7G97AdyvfCkgP3D8kk85nYheyc6bSbLgI/s400/Bun+Laden-1-clean.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No sooner has the white-shrouded body of Osama Bin Laden, the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">bête noire</i> of the West, “slipped” (they make it sound like a careless accident) off an American aircraft carrier into the Arabian Sea, than his image has been re-born as a marketing brand. Yes folks, you heard it here first.<br /><br />New Pakistani burger chain “Bun Laden” look set to announce a major expansion of their highly successful franchise next week, with numerous new outlets opening in middle-eastern economies over the next six months.<br /><br />Fax 21 caught up with their CEO Alza Wiri, during a rare break in his packed business schedule, over lunch at one of their flagship “Fatwa Food” restaurants in Islamabad.<br /><br />Was expansion into America, Europe or the UK on the cards next, I wondered?<br /><br />“Why not?” –He smiled broadly from behind his disarmingly vast Ray-Ban sunglasses, in white casual polo T-shirt and jeans. “Sure, Americans have problems with <i>French Fries</i> or <i>Freedom Fries</i>, but our chips are labelled <i>Friendly-Fire Fries</i>, and make an excellent side to go with our <i>Jihadi Burgers</i> and <i>Semtex Quarter Pounders…</i>”<br /><br />I wondered aloud if issues of taste would be a problem, as I admired the two life-size fibreglass statues of Bin Laden flanking the entrance, <i>Planet Hollywood</i> style: one in camouflage mountain-goat look, the other in white-robed prophet mode, both toting plastic AK-47s.<br /><br />“Taste?” –he puzzled, thinking I meant flavour, before the penny dropped. Then he laughed: “But isn’t ridicule and high cholesterol food the best possible aid to stress-relief after a hard day at the office fighting the global War on Terror?”<br /><br />For Dessert, he went on to explain (labelled “Operation <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Dessert</i> Storm” on the menu boards), <em>Bun Laden</em> serves <i>Afghan Opium-Browns</i> (Hash Browns are seasonal and have to be imported from Lebanon apparently), or glow-in-the-dark <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Depleted Uranium Flurries</i>, washed down with a large <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Coke Bush-Puppy</i>).<br /><br />“Think of all the work involved (any graphic designer will tell you) in establishing a new brand on the world market, but with <i>Bun Laden</i> all the legwork has been done for us already by a deranged mass murderer. Isn’t everybody happy? Why not just take something horrible like this and divert it into good food and fun, where’s the harm in that?”<br /><br />“Relatives of the victims?” –I reminded him, as a little boy ran by kitted out with a sherbet-shoe-bomber pack and full-body suicide-burger vest. Or maybe he was just overweight.<br /><br />“Okay, okay. Our flame-grilled <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Smokin’ Twin Towers</i> double burger deal might have to go, but the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Rumsfeld Rum Babas </i>are here to stay.”<br /><br />It was hard to argue with Alza Wiri, particularly when he pulled out a chocolate hand-grenade and lobbed it at me. Instinctively, I ducked, but the man behind me from CNN caught it in his teeth. “Man down” I joked, but everyone seemed to be cheering up already...<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><br /><div></div>Alexander Starkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458073762704734809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-48969233726719717732011-04-16T13:54:00.013+01:002011-04-16T14:38:36.139+01:00Summer Of Guff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3EZy-KyUhu1X5JS6mPOSO0B7wsRg-FfhNlJ0Nx5kPXQZMmJXkHI6ljnYBDyQESz4OdsY2f5Tl15ti-m1oV6wVDbYAMaowTTjajTxCbPNt-zWpC7vmQ7zvv3mlb8meuFmjhhXggwIIsM/s1600/Summer+Of+Guff.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596164232904002866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3EZy-KyUhu1X5JS6mPOSO0B7wsRg-FfhNlJ0Nx5kPXQZMmJXkHI6ljnYBDyQESz4OdsY2f5Tl15ti-m1oV6wVDbYAMaowTTjajTxCbPNt-zWpC7vmQ7zvv3mlb8meuFmjhhXggwIIsM/s400/Summer+Of+Guff.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> <br />
<div><b>Summer Of Guff</b><br />
The Paedophile Priests<br />
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Polymorphous Pervert Records<br />
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Review by Alexander Stark<br />
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The well-known phrase ‘difficult third album’ might well have been invented for the much awaited new release <i>Summer Of Guff</i> from controversial Swansea cult indie rockers the Paedophile Priests, but for all the wrong reasons. Just before Christmas, iconoclastic front-man ‘Bald’ Archie Canterbury was rumoured to have left the band to concentrate on his new side-project Joan Bakewell & The Tarts in collaboration with Des Lynam, Julian Assange, and a broken lawnmower, and drummer Tutu Bishop was arrested on drugs charges during a charity concert in Timbuktu. With guitarist Ike Davis in much-publicised rehab for model addiction after his public split with girlfriend Kate Moses, the Priests’ disarray and disintegration seemed complete and completely dismal.<br />
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But in characteristic style they have returned just in time it seems to re-take their place at the apex of Brit pop, enthralling fans and virgins alike with their usual blend of acerbic lyrics and ear-ripping aural bricolage. But did I say ‘usual’? Of course, nothing is ever usual with the Priests, and that is the essence of their power to shock and spring eternal from the jaded and dusty fountainhead that is the flagging heart of the British musical scene. Indeed, with the whole country on its knees economically, <i>Summer Of Guff</i> feels like the morale-boosting breath of foul air that we’ve all been waiting for.<br />
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As ever, instrumentation runs the gamut of invention: from detuned violas and retro-wrecked harpsichords, to eviscerated goats guts miked-up to back-firing motorbikes, didgeridoos and recordings of NATO night-time bombing raids. Particularly topical as events have subsequently unfolded, is Muammar Gaddafi (now how did they pull off a coup like that?) providing guest vocals on two of the tracks <i>Oil, My Ass</i> and: <i>I Fly Pariah International</i>. Despite numerous attempts at imitation over the last few years, no other band have even come close to the originality and influentiality of the Priests since their seminal release <i>Father Tolled Me Off With The Bells</i>, and its astonishing follow-up <i>Get Behind Me, Satan</i>.<br />
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The heart of every song is still Canterbury’s hauntingly ecclesiastical vocals and wry observations on the world, like a sermon from some sort of drunken Jesus who survived the cross, sold his story to <i>The Sun</i> then got busted by Interpol on his way over to Al-Jazeera. “There’s always time enough to repent/ Time enough to tell you what I really meant” he laments in the stirring <i>Tony B. Liar’s Confession Cubicle</i>, and after an appealingly vile zither solo from Ike Davis, he rounds it off with “Nail me to your floorboards/ I’m so sorry I made you cross/ Vote me a penance baby/ I’ll take the street and a dodgy doss.”<br />
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But the Priests save the best for last, with the last three tracks on the album amounting to an impassioned lampooning of all things Royal and British. Patriots beware. <i>Prince Andrew Junket Junkie</i> blows us sideways with coronation trumpets overlaid with the sound of yelping corgis (“No royal family members or equally dumb animals were harmed during the making of this record”, the sleeve notes helpfully tell us). <i>Duke Of Anywhere But Here</i>, mercilessly berates the Queen’s Consort with a meticulous list of diplomatic gaffes over the years: “Slanty eyes and golly wogs/ Swiss cuckoo clocks and Dutchman’s Clogs/ Prejudice ’gainst nations diverse/ I get my views from Taxi Drivers/ Closeted, moi?”<br />
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The Paedophile Priests are the urban troubadours of our troubled age, bringing an inane smile to even the most inane of our kingdom’s weary serfdom. Archibald Canterbury is a true poet of the modern world. I’ll leave you this from the magnificent closing track <i>Organise Your Own Street Riot</i>, in which we encounter the edifying spectacle of BBC Royal Correspondents Jenny Bond and Nicholas Witchell being entombed alive with the Queen Mother in the manner of an Egyptian Pharaoh:<br />
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In patriotic royalty haze<br />
Street parties in the good old days<br />
Were timed to set the minions free<br />
To celebrate the Jubilee<br />
Or even better when a wedding<br />
Tabloid froth and see-through bedding<br />
Diana’s fringe and Charles’ bald pate’s<br />
Been swapped this time for Wills and Kate<br />
Let’s all forget the nation’s fate<br />
To watch two people copulate<br />
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Blessed by God as from above<br />
He pours down cocktails Molotov<br />
A recipe from Jenny Bond<br />
Right royal advice to correspond<br />
To Nick Witchell’s prime hot air<br />
We wonder what he sees up there<br />
Gazing up the royal pudenda<br />
To postulate the day’s agenda<br />
Two silly poodles we should have smothered<br />
The day we lost the old Queen Mother<br />
Sealed up like Pharaoh with her slaves<br />
Alive inside the Dowager's grave<br />
Endless commenting on putrefaction<br />
We’d hate to miss out on the action.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div>Alexander Starkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03458073762704734809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-67026310261807876332011-04-12T17:33:00.002+01:002011-04-12T17:40:17.381+01:00Strange Currencies<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-pY6uC8HCqguUZKI9VHN0CO1OWPii1A7HE-HFdD8QzyAM24pB8RN5v4Y2jHVkaZ48n_clSWbxgxb48AjnFbevU0LGZRND9Cwl5sZfonHJhX2WIoTvtBSQQRORJkfLyCT9iSQ9DShwXg/s1600/stockmart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="18" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-pY6uC8HCqguUZKI9VHN0CO1OWPii1A7HE-HFdD8QzyAM24pB8RN5v4Y2jHVkaZ48n_clSWbxgxb48AjnFbevU0LGZRND9Cwl5sZfonHJhX2WIoTvtBSQQRORJkfLyCT9iSQ9DShwXg/s320/stockmart.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
STRANGE CURRENCIES</div><div><b>By Jake Elliott</b></div><div><br />
</div><div>Something is apparently happening to money. Not that we will notice overnight changes in the actual cash we carry, however, for the shift is occurring in the rarefied world of abstract economics. As Professor M.B. Drapier of the London School of Economics explains, "While there have always been alterations in the form money takes these are usually so slight as to give the illusion of stability. What it is suggested we are seeing now is quite different."</div><div><br />
</div><div>The earliest money is understood to be electrum coins issued in Lydia in Asia Minor around 4,000 years ago. The practise of substituting a representational artifact for all goods and services spread as the system of bartering became impractical due to increasing complexity and population growth. Precious metals - notably gold, silver and copper - became the accepted standard for hard currency (or 'specie') because of their durability, manageability and their steady use value which maintained an equally steady exchange value. This hard money became standardised sometime in the 7th century. By the Middle Ages 'credit currency' arose to obviate the need to move large quantities of coins involved in major transactions. The system of credit currency developed into paper (or 'fiat') money initially in China before France introduced it to Europe in the 18th century.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Standardisation did not emerge without alternatives to metal and paper being tried out along the way: more diverse types of money have been recorded at various times. Primitive cultures sometimes used a system of coloured pebbles as a rudimentary currency. Similarly, marked stones have been excavated in Egypt. The 18th century radical pamphleteer Noah Mounte describes an area of Bohemia in the Middle Ages using dog’s teeth as a form of currency, although this failed after the infiltration of other animal’s teeth into the supply, in an early example of Gresham’s law which states that bad money drives out good. Possibly the strangest type of money was the ‘dhun’ circulated by a Viking tribe: this was actually made from animal dung baked into bean-sized ingots. The tribe was apparently virtually wiped out by disease. "A possible etymology of the term 'paydirt'," says Professor Drapier, smirking.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4plkkTVKlqveAtgdqlyagb1Gxkyi6GpbfLYY7O36wNfYSf3xIwfupuV8OvpKlt9jFcThkSkHMCyivhb91n37ilpiTDjlzmGESAdWDKG2MDJ2TAi6PQavCFg9ZavhjrcVYl1omVXNOF0/s1600/money1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4plkkTVKlqveAtgdqlyagb1Gxkyi6GpbfLYY7O36wNfYSf3xIwfupuV8OvpKlt9jFcThkSkHMCyivhb91n37ilpiTDjlzmGESAdWDKG2MDJ2TAi6PQavCFg9ZavhjrcVYl1omVXNOF0/s320/money1.jpg" width="299" /></a></div></div><div>What is changing with money now is a result of two recent innovations. Firstly there is the introduction of electronics into the money supply in the form of credit and debit cards, which means that the distinction between real and nominal money is superseded by the new category of 'virtual money'. The second, and more important factor, is the move away from the gold standard. When the dollar, the dominant currency after World War 2, was severed from the gold standard under Richard Nixon’s economic policies in 1971, international currency values became linked by a system of floating exchange rates. This decoupling from a real-world equivalent is the core of the problem.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Economic deconstructionist Galia Devoto suggested recently in her essay Buy By Cash? on postmodern perceptions of money, that “the unhitching of money from even the most symbolic of ontological manifestations may bring us to a point where money itself is ultimately abstracted out of the economic exchange cycle.” Others view this extremist speculation as of little value. Canadian economist Daisy Garside, a former colleague of Devoto’s who is now one of her fiercest critics, responded to this claim with an abrasive article called Love Your Money, in which she accuses Devoto of “scaremongering with scant regard for real facts and figures.” Garside asserts “we will always need money in our hands, whatever form it takes.”</div><div><br />
</div><div>Drapier concedes that the break with the gold standard has led to some curious and unforeseen effects that have only recently come to be addressed by researchers. He likens the upheaval to the inflationary crisis caused by the Romans’ sudden circulation of cheap money, or the similar problems experienced in Europe by over-issuing when paper money first became common. “There is more to discuss than observe,” he says.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Most widely acknowledged is the ‘black hole effect’. This controversial theory, first proposed in America over 10 years ago, operates in an incredibly complex area of purely abstract economics which some, such as Garside, claim is entirely illusory. The ‘effect’ suggests that as a consequence of the floating value, exacerbated by EU attempts to draw members’ currencies together, all money is gradually moving towards parity. Writers such as Devoto have elaborated the theory, postulating that eventually the hyper-liquidity resulting from virtual money, whereby finances can be whisked around the world and pass through numerous currencies in a matter of seconds in an effect called ‘fiscal osmosis’, will have a potentially catastrophic effect. As Devoto warns, “The inherent instability of virtual money, an effect of the white heat of technology and the instantaneous nature of electronic financing, has forged a sort of persistence of vision. The global economy rests on monetary values that are simply not there.” The prediction is that all currencies will become aligned in such a way that monetary value will become subject to rampant entropy and, in effect, buy itself out.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivdzxQ4lw-dOruA67SIypY6YA6nG1X92icZFqey7kdTI_XHVZsvj7RFKRCFjo9UFGVga5BuUnCiX_43-ynD-u5tv4o-qACysB-o-NTjPHZk__ymjQLsK4vHJ1JGrc4nqK05u3tEI1PZsQ/s1600/goldmouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivdzxQ4lw-dOruA67SIypY6YA6nG1X92icZFqey7kdTI_XHVZsvj7RFKRCFjo9UFGVga5BuUnCiX_43-ynD-u5tv4o-qACysB-o-NTjPHZk__ymjQLsK4vHJ1JGrc4nqK05u3tEI1PZsQ/s320/goldmouse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div>Professor Drapier responds to the idea with a smile. “Even advocates of the theory state that it can only happen imperceptibly slowly. Even if it is accurate it will be many years before we see substantial evidence of such a phenomenon.” Could it be true though? “Personally I don’t go along with it,” Drapier says, shaking his head. “I don't buy it, you might say.”</div><div><br />
</div>InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-69533683854936727122011-04-04T15:57:00.002+01:002011-04-04T16:01:40.341+01:00Portilloo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYhK0OwYmwBQC3es-dojlz8nM-2_blKRtXILtl2rDG7QudpusyDRy2dY4WZsdBkvj8ne5DOBKlzqi3SaX7J-xwCqSOmmHJBN1229nnBj9Nmlq9oboDgNcSnvN8CdoAHBFHAmnTU7dGxU/s1600/portface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYhK0OwYmwBQC3es-dojlz8nM-2_blKRtXILtl2rDG7QudpusyDRy2dY4WZsdBkvj8ne5DOBKlzqi3SaX7J-xwCqSOmmHJBN1229nnBj9Nmlq9oboDgNcSnvN8CdoAHBFHAmnTU7dGxU/s320/portface.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">After years of extensive research, covering everything from cheek tendons and Botox-2 tests, geneticists of LabCentral’s biotech division, working with other experts at the famous Lightman Institute, have found a ‘definitive’ cure for Michael Portillo’s sneer. Now, with a special DNA treatment, the British politician (a Tory shadow chancellor) turned broadcast TV media pundit is expected to make a full and lasting (if not quite permanent) recovery from his unsightly and - it must be said - rather annoying facial condition.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtJrFuQuJVXrY3uaMj0rThAEK2Rh13Jtot1Y_JnFteNRY_3pZsRyeLaosvSl6WMlfXSX7B5Yla2mknxJh0VIwqLJopRIHvHw1fYoe7qiqISuYeernKti4CSbSKSxMWzqVSWWyABVAHZA/s1600/facejob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtJrFuQuJVXrY3uaMj0rThAEK2Rh13Jtot1Y_JnFteNRY_3pZsRyeLaosvSl6WMlfXSX7B5Yla2mknxJh0VIwqLJopRIHvHw1fYoe7qiqISuYeernKti4CSbSKSxMWzqVSWWyABVAHZA/s320/facejob.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">On the mend after a successful psychic surgery in Wackhampton’s Clinic, in the heart of Wessex, Portillo himself was unavailable for comment (other than one disgustingly slurred ‘uhm’), but a spokes-flunky confessed that “everyone associated closely with” ‘RH Portaloo’ (the man who admitted that, since Conservatives lost the 1997 election, his name was “synonymous with eating a bucket-load of shit in public”), was pleased, at last, to finally be rid of his “insufferably smirking disfigurement.”</span></div>InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-63238722648759620172011-03-31T22:56:00.005+01:002012-11-20T22:55:18.286+00:00Listening to Music and Silence<b>Album review: M.C.T.U - Listening to Music and Silence</b><br />
RCA, 2011<br />
CD, Download, Vinyl, pianola roll, braille<br />
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Alt-folk punk art rock collective M.C.T.U are reticent even by the standards of their beardy, duffle-coated skinny jeans and trendy shoes wearing genre. Early in their careers, they were known for playing with their backs turned to the audience, such was their disdain. Later they took to playing in another room from the audience altogether, and then in another room <u>and</u> with their backs turned, just for good measure. </div>
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Their first album – <b>Owls </b>(Murk) – was a critical hit in 2005, but largely ignored by the public, much to the band's relief. Their second album – 2006's<b> Jeff's Nuthatch</b> (Murk) – reached number 79 in the charts over the summer, and the band were signed by RCA. However, the band's creative powerhouse, Graham Sibley was still unhappy with their direction, and told <i>NME </i>in 2007 that recording and writing music was limiting to the band's musical potential.</div>
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This signalled the beginning of a hugely experimental period for the band beginning with their controversial <b>Silent Album</b> (RCA), released in the spring of 2008. While critics were initially unsure how to take the album, the public embraced it, helped along by the DJ Shadow remix of the track “Track Six”.</div>
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The follow-up - <b>Second Silent Album</b> (RCA) - was a product of the same sessions as <i>Silent Album</i> and is in many ways a companion piece, embracing the themes of lack of communication, alienation and stillness. The agony behind these tracks betrayed the creative rivalries that would finally destroy the band.<br />
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Saxophone player Doug Roper left the group and put out a solo album – <i>Dreams of a Reed Player</i> (Geffen) – of recordings of him asleep dreaming about playing the songs. It was a commercial hit, but critics and hardcore fans claimed that Doug had betrayed the M.C.T.U. ethos by snoring on several of the tracks, and at one stage loudly shouting “Not me Rover!” several times in his sleep. </div>
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<b>Third Silent Album</b> was recognised by critics and the record buying public alike as a failure, as if what had initially seemed such a deep and vibrant sound was suddenly just a blank CD or empty space on your iPod. For all his creative fire, Sibley somehow needed Roper's popular instincts to keep the music on track. The group fianlly disbanded in 2010 and Sibley is now rumoured to be a children's TV presenter in Canada or Australia (or perhaps an Australian/Canadian co-production).</div>
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This live recording captures them at their mercurial best, during their campus tour of the US in 2008 when they played in entirely different venues from the audience. The rocking energy of Sibley, Roper and the others resonates against the apathy and murmuring boredom of the crowds. This catches one of the most innovative bands of the noughties in their full, silent glory!</div>
Patrick Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08483247439912550014noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095815130171226902.post-39006969514605620792011-03-31T08:53:00.007+01:002011-03-31T09:03:34.765+01:00Bushfire Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcV7fb18usfOYeew3neFYr-i6CNFfER-Dm_tPX-NLuVCNT12B2mxiSvq1xeZrAcxxE_1dOzA3A_sLhtPfl9WOfBFuaIeSCP6w19z1sLKG-sXCCqPaxZ1jev0d1LDwPdxPFODAEc1bSOss/s1600/album06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcV7fb18usfOYeew3neFYr-i6CNFfER-Dm_tPX-NLuVCNT12B2mxiSvq1xeZrAcxxE_1dOzA3A_sLhtPfl9WOfBFuaIeSCP6w19z1sLKG-sXCCqPaxZ1jev0d1LDwPdxPFODAEc1bSOss/s320/album06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">Supposed To Be Contagious <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">BUSHFIRE SEASON </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">Agglomerate Music<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">bfseason.com<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">Review by Chris Geary</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">The band’s previous album, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Let’s Not Do That Again</i>, was a complete flop, even in those overseas markets where kitschy or awfully dated pop music styles are often successful. Now, under new management, and reduced from a five-piece to just a trio (their other band-mates having returned, perhaps disconsolately, to their respective day-jobs), Bushfire Season are very much in downsizing/ turnaround mode – but it’s clear, right from the opening track, that the process of reconsolidating/ artistic transformation still remains on-going... </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">Synthetic Oysters</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"> is a rather twee composition awash with cutesy tones in a song that’s purportedly about virtual sex. Is it aimed squarely (and I use the word ‘square’ only advisedly here) at the Japanese salary-man end of the Asian market? Who knows, or cares? <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Myth Of The Good Cop</i> concerns itself with amusing little pokes at stuffy academic texts: recently published intellectual diatribes against formulaic American TV shows by snobby critic Jandy Hutchbliss. While it’s patently obvious that “big city detective series as broadcast entertainment” are not actually causing the downfall of all <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> societies, there’s really isn’t much to be said in favour of them, either. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">Just Chirrup, And We’ll Come For You, My Wee Bonny Lassie</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"> appears to be a spoof of M.R. James’ spooky fiction. However, it seems like the lyrics are inspired mostly by watching old BBC adaptations, not by reading the ghost stories. Oh, and it probably doesn’t help much that atmospheric rumblings in the background overuse echo chamber effects. Industrial grade pseudo instrumental <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Where The Fuck Art Thou?</i> has - perhaps thankfully - nothing at all to do with Shakespeare. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">Power Gossip</span></i><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"> is this obscure band’s contribution to a current barn–dancing revival in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Wessex</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Quaint jazzy riffs on<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Deficit Empire</i> lambaste the British coalition government’s mismanagement of economic recovery from a grim double–dip recession. New Labour instigators of an almost nationwide ruin are further damned yet with faint praise, in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Consumer Society Breakdown</i>. It’s anyone’s guess what <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Butter My Iceberg</i> is really about. Mentioning the ‘crystal magician’ of a ‘toffee republic’ applying ‘sardine brakes’ to a ‘piano coronation’ evokes only the absurdities of nonsense verse... </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Verdana;">The lead ‘singer’ (well, the only singer, nowadays!) of Bushfire Season is one Daisy Pimples, who boasts a voice that can melt earwax at 50 metres, and grate even the hardest cheese known to man. For the band’s previous album, she bought bloody teardrops to many a listener’s eyes with some direly graceless warbling on tracks like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Kitchen Zebra </i>and<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Hairy Dolphins</i>. Here, in solo control of the front–channel microphone, the sound is likely to provoke terminal migraines for any unfortunate sods in hearing range. What utter madness drove this particular Miss Daisy to the belief that she could actually sing? It is most perplexing. I hope this strange madness is actually not contagious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>InfoManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09341711859803797663noreply@blogger.com0