Category: Random

You have to love Michael Moore, you really do. I mean he’s just so on the money most of the time:

MOORE:† Yes.† I don’t — look, I don’t know what the percentage should be, but I certainly† believe, and I’ve you heard you say the same thing on the show, that you don’t think a company like Enron should go, you know, for four years without paying any taxes.†
O’REILLY:† No, it’s ridiculous.
MOORE:† Right?
O’REILLY:† It’s true.
MOORE:† I mean, that’s wrong, right?
O’REILLY:† And a company like Andersen should not be able to split off their Andersen† Consulting, move it to Bermuda and set it up there as…
O’REILLY:† Right, but those aren’t Americans.† Those are villains, OK?

Evidence, if evidence were needed, that Sparky not only appears to have found himself a bloke, but that he also has very fine taste in men. Even if the guy in question does also look like the lead singer of James.

It’s the fight that would not die – Penguin Books versus Katie.com – the latter site is still fighting about the book that Penguin published about sexual abuse and harrassment over the internet which decided to name itself after her site. I first wrote about this a year and a half ago, but I think it’s important that it gets some more press – so spread the world – this could happen to any of our sites – and I don’t think we’d have the slightest recourse to the law…

Another day, another review for the BBC, this time for the film Basquiat: “In Hollywood movies, the lives of the great creative geniuses all follow a pretty similar path. From humble origins our hero will struggle and nearly give up. Then they will find themselves a supportive girlfriend or mentor and have some kind of transformative breakthrough. And then finally they become alienated from their friends and experience some kind of ‘Great Big Crisis’.” I mean, we’ve all been there, right?

An e-mail regarding 8bit at nerve.com: “I think that 8bit bloke is full of shit. But tell him that if he is ever in need of a woman to bear his children he should give me†a call.”

Another fun morning – today’s entertainment includes two months notice (along with my flatmates) to vacate my flat, a letter from the bank explaining that I’ve gone over my overdraft facility and a nice happy bill from Barclaycard.

Impressions of late-night TV: 1) three people of very different life positions watch an episode of Sex and the City where four people’s very different life positions push barriers between them, 2) George Michael goes Blade-runner as a Sexual Freak in the closest thing to a homo mid-life crisis that you can put on screen for even an obscenely stupid amount of money, 3) an acting coach says to one of her model pupils, “You know what you’re really saying is that you want to be…..” – the student looks blank, then resigned. “Fucked….?” – there is much nodding and wild-eyed agreement – and perhaps the tiniest tear runs down her face. Another model looks like Wes Bentley.

By the way, just in case you’re desperately searching for my e-mail address like the person who keeps writing “Tom has no e-mail address on his page” and “Please Tom put your e-mail address on your page” in the search box, then my e-mail address is tom%40plasticbag.org.

Returned to the ‘From You Know Who You Are Department’, With Thanks: Say you were at a party with a woman who dislikes you and most of your friends and isn’t afraid to say so, and you were chatting to a friend of yours who’s just decided to go out with said woman, and you kind of felt the need to know why he was doing it so you asked him, only for her to answer the question several days later in rather twisty-turny grammar on her website by suggesting that she gave the best head in town, wouldn’t you reply affectionately that after an exhaustive survey of the male weblogger population – all other qualities aside – her capacity for blow-jobs was considered merely adequate? I know I wouldn’t. Because it would be wrong.

Human beings are like Microsoft products – cobbled together in a rough evolutionary fashion over many years, prone to collapse, occasional misfunctioning and systematic farting (both actual and metaphorical). If human beings were like Apple products then we’d all be beautiful and we’d probably be able to fly and read minds by now – although it is possible instead that we’d have become almost totally extinct as a species.