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Saturday, January 29, 2005
Cursed by Cthulhu!
Having promised to slag off H.P. Lovecraft, I find myself beset by some loathsome viral illness which makes my skin super-sensitive. I guess that various representatives of the Old Ones on Earth are directing their evil thoughts in my direction. Anyhow, the Lovecraft thing will have to wait, as my desktop PC is now definitively fucked and I’m going to have to reformat the hard drive in an attempt to get the thing up and running again.
Being forever behind the times, I am currently reading The Filth and enjoying it immensely. I remember being told that King Mob in The Invisibles was supposed to look uncannily like a heroic version of Grant Morrison; does this mean that porn-obsessed, cat-loving Greg Feely is a shabby version of Morrison? I wonder which is nearer the truth. I think we should be told.
I realize that I am committing the cardinal sin of confusing text and author, but when you’re sitting around with your skin independently crawling over your flesh, it helps to have other things to ponder.
Being forever behind the times, I am currently reading The Filth and enjoying it immensely. I remember being told that King Mob in The Invisibles was supposed to look uncannily like a heroic version of Grant Morrison; does this mean that porn-obsessed, cat-loving Greg Feely is a shabby version of Morrison? I wonder which is nearer the truth. I think we should be told.
I realize that I am committing the cardinal sin of confusing text and author, but when you’re sitting around with your skin independently crawling over your flesh, it helps to have other things to ponder.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Cyberpunk superhero takes on the cream of Hell
This is undoubtedly old news to all those who have their fingers on the pulse of the comics universe but, hot on the heels of Loki's and Psychbloke’s revelations about the Wachowski’s plan to make a movie version of V for Vendetta, I have just discovered that a film has already been made based upon another Alan Moore creation: John Constantine, who originally appeared in Swamp Thing before getting his own comic, Hellblazer. So who was cast in the role of everybody’s favourite Scouse occult detective?

The omens are not good, are they? It’s hard to see Keannu’s particular brand of one-dimensional acting being able to pull off a convincing portrayal of a Scallie who presents a hard as nails exterior to the world, but who is actually riddled with guilt and insecurities “Whoa!!!! Demon, Dude!!!! Let’s rock!!!!!” Nope, doesn’t do it for me somehow.
I notice from the photographs that Constantine’s love affair with cigarettes (but probably not fags; let’s not confuse the American audience) remains intact. However, I wonder which brand he will be promoting in the film? My money is on Marlboro, as they are very skilled at product placement. However, as any fule kno, Constantine smokes Silk Cut; something which I always thought was integral to the deliberate puncturing of his projected image as a tough guy (yes, I know he smoked roll-ups when hanging out with the New Age Travellers). He also tends to get upstaged by the women in his life, who wants to bet whether or not it will happen here?
Coming next (and, yes, I know I keep promising things which I never deliver, but this really is going to happen): H.P. Lovecraft – He ain’t so cool.

The omens are not good, are they? It’s hard to see Keannu’s particular brand of one-dimensional acting being able to pull off a convincing portrayal of a Scallie who presents a hard as nails exterior to the world, but who is actually riddled with guilt and insecurities “Whoa!!!! Demon, Dude!!!! Let’s rock!!!!!” Nope, doesn’t do it for me somehow.
I notice from the photographs that Constantine’s love affair with cigarettes (but probably not fags; let’s not confuse the American audience) remains intact. However, I wonder which brand he will be promoting in the film? My money is on Marlboro, as they are very skilled at product placement. However, as any fule kno, Constantine smokes Silk Cut; something which I always thought was integral to the deliberate puncturing of his projected image as a tough guy (yes, I know he smoked roll-ups when hanging out with the New Age Travellers). He also tends to get upstaged by the women in his life, who wants to bet whether or not it will happen here?
Coming next (and, yes, I know I keep promising things which I never deliver, but this really is going to happen): H.P. Lovecraft – He ain’t so cool.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Marilyn Manson drags innocent schoolboy down the road to Hell!
It’s comforting to see the usual gibberish coming out of the press in the wake of Luke Mitchell’s conviction for the murder of his girlfriend Jodi Jones. Apparently Mitchell’s wannabe Goth tendencies are to blame for tossing him into a maelstrom of Satanism and drug abuse, leading to the murder in question. I have no idea whether or not he did the deed, but I do know that listening to Marilyn Manson, or similar, and carving 666 into your arm with a compass is no indication of anything.
The thing that the press always appear to forget on these occasions is that people like Manson sell huge numbers of records, but if one individual commits murder and owns a Manson video, they immediately make a connection between the two events. If there really was a causal link, there would hardly be any teenagers left apart from a few huge, multi-pierced, black-clad, slavering wackos who were competing with the ‘hip-hop gangsters’ for the pleasure of finishing off the last innocents in the country.
Let’s just look at a few choice claims shall we?
Blimey, fourteen year old boy is into horror and porn, he must be really deviant! In fact, the only dubious thing I can see here is the bit about occasionally reading porn magazines. Back when I were a lad, we would occasionally read new porn mags, but we were re-reading the ones we already possessed with depressing regularity.
Boy at Catholic school rebels against his upbringing horror. I wonder how many upstanding pillars of society covered their schoolbooks in pentagrams and upside down crosses?
And now, my favourite:
There are two subjects about which you never believe teenagers: Their sexual activities and their drug use. When I was fourteen, I was doing acid every weekend and had two women on the go, one of whom was four years my senior. And if you believe that...
The point is though, that these reporters and the courts know the kid isn’t doing that much blow just as they know that all the other activities ascribed to him are typically teenage, but they still trot out this garbage as justification for his crime (and this is the BBC, remember, Christ knows what the tabloids will make of it all). Somewhere under all this crap there is probably a story about a really fucked up kid and the forces which made him what he is, but the fact that he was a porn loving Goth doesn’t even scratch the surface.
Oh yeah, and I’m not making excuses for him. If he did it, they should never let him out.
The thing that the press always appear to forget on these occasions is that people like Manson sell huge numbers of records, but if one individual commits murder and owns a Manson video, they immediately make a connection between the two events. If there really was a causal link, there would hardly be any teenagers left apart from a few huge, multi-pierced, black-clad, slavering wackos who were competing with the ‘hip-hop gangsters’ for the pleasure of finishing off the last innocents in the country.
Let’s just look at a few choice claims shall we?
The court heard how Mitchell liked horror films and occasionally read porn magazines
Blimey, fourteen year old boy is into horror and porn, he must be really deviant! In fact, the only dubious thing I can see here is the bit about occasionally reading porn magazines. Back when I were a lad, we would occasionally read new porn mags, but we were re-reading the ones we already possessed with depressing regularity.
His fascination with the darker areas of human behaviour was also reflected in his opinions on religion.
His school jotter was covered in Satanic slogans, with the numbers 666 and references to the Devil.
He also wrote an essay questioning God's existence and saying the world needed Satanic people - "People like you need Satanic people like me to keep the balance."
Boy at Catholic school rebels against his upbringing horror. I wonder how many upstanding pillars of society covered their schoolbooks in pentagrams and upside down crosses?
And now, my favourite:
Mitchell's cannabis use was said to have escalated after the death and he claimed it doubled to four-and-a-half ounces a week, which was estimated in court to be about 600 joints.
There are two subjects about which you never believe teenagers: Their sexual activities and their drug use. When I was fourteen, I was doing acid every weekend and had two women on the go, one of whom was four years my senior. And if you believe that...
The point is though, that these reporters and the courts know the kid isn’t doing that much blow just as they know that all the other activities ascribed to him are typically teenage, but they still trot out this garbage as justification for his crime (and this is the BBC, remember, Christ knows what the tabloids will make of it all). Somewhere under all this crap there is probably a story about a really fucked up kid and the forces which made him what he is, but the fact that he was a porn loving Goth doesn’t even scratch the surface.
Oh yeah, and I’m not making excuses for him. If he did it, they should never let him out.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
'It's a Mystery'
Following on from discussions with people infected with the Badiou virus on Saturday, I spent the morning trawling through material on Christian mysticism. It turns out that I’m right and they’re all wrong – Ha!
Trouble is though; it’s never that simple is it? Unhappily it now looks as though I’ll be forced to hack my way through Badiou’s book on Paul to work out how they justify themselves. What is going on? One of the main reasons I got into philosophy was that Christianity was so patently ridiculous. Now all I find myself doing is arguing about Catholic doctrine and reading reams of associated material. It’s my own fault: I should have stuck to the Analytic stuff.
Still, this is really just an excuse to post a picture of Mrs Fripp possibly singing her famous hymn to mysticism.

I often used to wonder what sort of tone deaf saddos listened to Toyah and then I, ermm, married one. The records are all stashed in the loft though, along with Mrs effay's collection of albums by another, similar, spiky 80's chanteuse...
If you can't work that one out, here’s a Hawkwind trivia question: What are the two links between Hawkwind and Toyah?
Trouble is though; it’s never that simple is it? Unhappily it now looks as though I’ll be forced to hack my way through Badiou’s book on Paul to work out how they justify themselves. What is going on? One of the main reasons I got into philosophy was that Christianity was so patently ridiculous. Now all I find myself doing is arguing about Catholic doctrine and reading reams of associated material. It’s my own fault: I should have stuck to the Analytic stuff.
Still, this is really just an excuse to post a picture of Mrs Fripp possibly singing her famous hymn to mysticism.

I often used to wonder what sort of tone deaf saddos listened to Toyah and then I, ermm, married one. The records are all stashed in the loft though, along with Mrs effay's collection of albums by another, similar, spiky 80's chanteuse...
If you can't work that one out, here’s a Hawkwind trivia question: What are the two links between Hawkwind and Toyah?
Monday, January 17, 2005
Home again
I return from my sojourn in London to discover that Mrs effay has completely wrecked one of the computers whilst attempting to install a Tweenies game on it. I have a horrible feeling that I am going to have to set it up again from scratch; this is not good. I also discovered that the Little effay’s trousers no longer fit as they have been washed in the wrong cycle. I suspect that this is all the wife’s way of punishing me for disappearing for a couple of days.
London was fun, although the hilarity was interspersed with horrific news about people in hospitals I hope everything works out okay for them both.
Lots of interesting conversations and intellectual treats such as visiting the cinema to watch a witty and sophisticated foreign film. Lots of gossip as well, which I am to discreet to reproduce here. However, I will share one thing which I only actually realized upon my arrival back home: Infinite Thought is such a wirehead that she actually blogs during her own dinner parties. Can you believe that?
London was fun, although the hilarity was interspersed with horrific news about people in hospitals I hope everything works out okay for them both.
Lots of interesting conversations and intellectual treats such as visiting the cinema to watch a witty and sophisticated foreign film. Lots of gossip as well, which I am to discreet to reproduce here. However, I will share one thing which I only actually realized upon my arrival back home: Infinite Thought is such a wirehead that she actually blogs during her own dinner parties. Can you believe that?
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Say what you like about the Royal Family, they do our country proud
There are not many days when I’m happy to be woken in the early hours, but Mrs effay’s announcement that Prince Harry had been photographed in a Nazi uniform had me leaping out of bed to see the pictures for myself. Of course the question is how the hell was he allowed to leave the house like that? I lean towards the view that Harry and all his advisors are fuckwits, whereas Mrs effay thinks that William was annoyed with the positive press his brother was getting, and so decided to scupper his chances of public popularity by suggesting to him that he wore the costume in question. Anyway, lets just see that picture again shall we?

Pure magic.
I’m off to London now to hang out with all the witty and sophisticated people down there and to slap some sense into any Cold Rationalists that I stumble across. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Pure magic.
I’m off to London now to hang out with all the witty and sophisticated people down there and to slap some sense into any Cold Rationalists that I stumble across. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Back to Reality
So, Germaine Greer has walked out of Celebrity Big Brother. Not that I watch it, but it would be nice to think that she’d had an attack of conscience, remembered that she is supposed to be Professor of English and Comparative Studies at Warwick, and decided to head back up there and earn her salary. On the other hand, she probably blagged a research grant to go on Big Brother on the first place.
I hate reality TV with a vengeance and have never managed more than fifteen minutes of any of these programmes: Even when I’m too smashed to walk, I can still manage the remote control. There’s only one reality TV programme I would countenance and that’s Royal Big Brother. They could lock up the major royals with the appalling Davina McCall and see who came out on top after a few weeks. Sod all this voting people off rubbish: If they want somebody out before the end they have to kill them. In fact, if they want to eat, they have to kill somebody. My money would be on Liz to win; she strikes me as being a tough old bird when the chips are down. I can just see her convincing William and Harry to bludgeon their father to death, butchering him, and lacing all the other inmate’s portions with toilet cleaner and ground up glass. Coming soon to a television set near you.
I hate reality TV with a vengeance and have never managed more than fifteen minutes of any of these programmes: Even when I’m too smashed to walk, I can still manage the remote control. There’s only one reality TV programme I would countenance and that’s Royal Big Brother. They could lock up the major royals with the appalling Davina McCall and see who came out on top after a few weeks. Sod all this voting people off rubbish: If they want somebody out before the end they have to kill them. In fact, if they want to eat, they have to kill somebody. My money would be on Liz to win; she strikes me as being a tough old bird when the chips are down. I can just see her convincing William and Harry to bludgeon their father to death, butchering him, and lacing all the other inmate’s portions with toilet cleaner and ground up glass. Coming soon to a television set near you.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Jerry & Jesus
In the light of all that positive advertising from the Media Watch and the evangelicals, I had to give Jerry Springer – The Opera a go tonight. I only managed about an hour though: I’m not easily offended, but I know crap when I see it. Anybody else think it was just like Flo & Eddie era Zappa but not as funny (no, I’m not suggesting that Flo & Eddie were very funny) or musically interesting? I’m sure I’ve seen more offensive things on the Beeb and I’m not just talking about Eastenders.
As for burning TV licences: What a waste of time. Everybody knows that once you’ve bought a TV licence nobody ever asks to see it because you’re on the computer database. It’s not like burning an ID card or anything. If these people had been really serious, they should have sent their licences back and got refunds for the unused bit. But then, of course the licensing guys would have been round their houses on the double and they’d have gone to Hell for watching The Vicar of Dibley without the relevant paperwork.
Still, it’s fun to see how they arrived at the disputed swear word total. According to the BBC:
What I want to know is how could they be sure that all the members of the chorus were singing all the swear words? I used to sing in the school choir (until I was forced to give it up because of anaemia) and we changed the words all the time. Of course the real fascination when you get statistics about the number of times people say 'fuck' in a film is the image it conjures up of somebody sitting in front of the video counting all these swear words as they appear. These people really exist! I saw a documentary on censorship in the US once and they showed this poor little Christian working his way through an Eddie Murphy film. It would be nice to report that he crossed himself every time Murphy said something profane, but he just ticked a piece of paper.
As for burning TV licences: What a waste of time. Everybody knows that once you’ve bought a TV licence nobody ever asks to see it because you’re on the computer database. It’s not like burning an ID card or anything. If these people had been really serious, they should have sent their licences back and got refunds for the unused bit. But then, of course the licensing guys would have been round their houses on the double and they’d have gone to Hell for watching The Vicar of Dibley without the relevant paperwork.
Still, it’s fun to see how they arrived at the disputed swear word total. According to the BBC:
A reported total of 8,000 obscenities was reached by adding every swear word sung by each member of the 27-strong chorus.
What I want to know is how could they be sure that all the members of the chorus were singing all the swear words? I used to sing in the school choir (until I was forced to give it up because of anaemia) and we changed the words all the time. Of course the real fascination when you get statistics about the number of times people say 'fuck' in a film is the image it conjures up of somebody sitting in front of the video counting all these swear words as they appear. These people really exist! I saw a documentary on censorship in the US once and they showed this poor little Christian working his way through an Eddie Murphy film. It would be nice to report that he crossed himself every time Murphy said something profane, but he just ticked a piece of paper.
Top Cat
Normally I don’t have much time for cats, but just occasionally you come across one that seems to justify the existence of the species.
We went to see some friends today who have a lot of cats. You know the sort of place: No space on the furniture and you trip over a feline form every time you move your feet. As is her routine, the Little effay had to do a roll-call of every available beast and give them all a stroke (cue much rushing for the cat flap to get out of her way although, happily, there are two of the beasts which are prepared to put up with her). Anyhow, at the end of all this, one was unaccounted for; where was Tabitha?
It turned out that our friends had been forced to give Tabitha away because she was too much trouble. I refrained from pointing out that all cats are too much trouble and asked what they meant; did she fight the other cats, dog, hamsters, etc? No she was fine around the house, but Tabitha had a hobby.
Apparently she was in the habit of strolling down the road to the local dentist and menacing his patients when they arrived. I kid you not; it was so bad that they used to ring up from the surgery and ask my friends to come and remove their cat who was spitting at people and trying to bite them as they headed for the entrance. Not only would she fight like hell when they came to remove her, but she would head back down there at the first available opportunity to have another go.
Picture the scene: You’re taking your small child to the dentist, he’s nervous and doesn’t really want to go in, but you’ve managed to persuade him. Just as his hand reaches for the door, a manic ball of fur launches itself at him causing him to flee in panic. Pure class.
Let’s hope that Tabitha’s new home has a dentist nearby as a cat with a talent like that shouldn’t be allowed to let it go to waste.
We went to see some friends today who have a lot of cats. You know the sort of place: No space on the furniture and you trip over a feline form every time you move your feet. As is her routine, the Little effay had to do a roll-call of every available beast and give them all a stroke (cue much rushing for the cat flap to get out of her way although, happily, there are two of the beasts which are prepared to put up with her). Anyhow, at the end of all this, one was unaccounted for; where was Tabitha?
It turned out that our friends had been forced to give Tabitha away because she was too much trouble. I refrained from pointing out that all cats are too much trouble and asked what they meant; did she fight the other cats, dog, hamsters, etc? No she was fine around the house, but Tabitha had a hobby.
Apparently she was in the habit of strolling down the road to the local dentist and menacing his patients when they arrived. I kid you not; it was so bad that they used to ring up from the surgery and ask my friends to come and remove their cat who was spitting at people and trying to bite them as they headed for the entrance. Not only would she fight like hell when they came to remove her, but she would head back down there at the first available opportunity to have another go.
Picture the scene: You’re taking your small child to the dentist, he’s nervous and doesn’t really want to go in, but you’ve managed to persuade him. Just as his hand reaches for the door, a manic ball of fur launches itself at him causing him to flee in panic. Pure class.
Let’s hope that Tabitha’s new home has a dentist nearby as a cat with a talent like that shouldn’t be allowed to let it go to waste.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Back to Kant
'We need merely to compare the culture of reason that is set on the course of a secure science with reason's unfounded groping and frivolous wandering about without critique, or to consider how much better young people hungry for knowledge might spend their time than in the usual dogmatism that gives so early and so much encouragement to their complacent quibbling about things they do not understand' (Critique of Pure Reason, Bxxx-Bxxxi).
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Happy New Year!
Hope everybody had fun last night. We spent the evening playing cards with the in-laws; mad or what? I have a very boring rant which starts off “The last decent New Year’s Eve I had was 1984”, but you'll be glad to hear that I save it for the pub.
Still, at least it meant we were in good shape for the traditional effay New Year’s Day trip to the seaside. Trouble is, it appears that everybody else was as well.

So that’s Winterton crossed off our list for next year.
This never used to happen when we lived in Somerset; we’d go to West Quantoxhead and see about four people. Probably because the rest of the County had been involved in some hellish drink and drug fuelled binge in the Yeovil area...
2004 was a hideous year for all sorts of reasons and I’m bloody glad that it’s over. I’m taking the fact that I actually won at cards last night as an omen that the coming year will be better. Still the year did end on a positive note.
Just occasionally, you are given concrete proof that people are not the scumbags that many claim, and the scale of the donations in the wake the devastation in Asia goes a long way in bolstering my generally optimistic view of humanity. Of course, there are all sorts of cynical explanations re media programming, etc. and it’s a shame that Africa doesn’t seem to elicit the same response, but there’s no avoiding the fact that very many people saw other people in the shit, and wanted to do something to help them out. There really are good people out there, and probably more than you think.
Have a good one.
Still, at least it meant we were in good shape for the traditional effay New Year’s Day trip to the seaside. Trouble is, it appears that everybody else was as well.

So that’s Winterton crossed off our list for next year.
This never used to happen when we lived in Somerset; we’d go to West Quantoxhead and see about four people. Probably because the rest of the County had been involved in some hellish drink and drug fuelled binge in the Yeovil area...
2004 was a hideous year for all sorts of reasons and I’m bloody glad that it’s over. I’m taking the fact that I actually won at cards last night as an omen that the coming year will be better. Still the year did end on a positive note.
Just occasionally, you are given concrete proof that people are not the scumbags that many claim, and the scale of the donations in the wake the devastation in Asia goes a long way in bolstering my generally optimistic view of humanity. Of course, there are all sorts of cynical explanations re media programming, etc. and it’s a shame that Africa doesn’t seem to elicit the same response, but there’s no avoiding the fact that very many people saw other people in the shit, and wanted to do something to help them out. There really are good people out there, and probably more than you think.
Have a good one.
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