Thursday, August 28, 2008

Busy Bodies

Greetings from Washington DC -- Dulles airport, to be exact. It's my first return to my old home in over 4 years. Sadly, it will only be for a couple of hours, as I am en route to Florida, whereupon I must drive my sister's car to Toronto. Long story. Well, not really that long, I just don't want to tell it.


Know what I can't stand? Busybodies. There was a rash of them this past week in Ottawa. On two occasions, crotchety old ladies berated me for coasting my bicycle onto the sidewalk before locking it up. "You'll get a ticket!" they both warned, fingers a-wagging, presumably upset that I failed to dismount and walk my bike a piddling distance of 10 feet.

On another occasion an old man saw me driving 3 metres into a 1-way street, going the wrong way, before turning around. (See it's a short cut to dip into the 1-way street. Illegal, but I can afford the ticket, so what the frack do I care?) sure enough, he came with finger a-wagging, warning me that I would get a ticket.

Friends have reported similar instances of old prunes lecturing them for facing their cars in the wrong direction when parking, or for riding their bikes without a helmet.

These were not instances of friendly citizens offering helpful advice. They were spiteful old codgers upset that someone was getting away with something extremely minor, but that they themselves were probably too chickenshit to do. It really is none of their business.

So my question to you, gentle reader, is how does one tell a crotchety old fart to politely fuck off? Precise verbiage would be appreciated.

Clarification: Let me be more clear. These weren't instances of casual comments on the go. These were instances of old codgers following me down the street, repeating their warnings fairly aggressively, even after I'd politely thanked them and moved on. I suspect there was an old codger meeting and they decided on a Week of Action in August, during which they would harass minor scofflaws and turn us all into foul-mouthed reactionaries.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Hommina Hommina Hommina

I am soooo in love. Check it out:




Yes, yes, sexist, etc. There's not enough blood left in my brain to follow the argument, though, so you'll have to check it out here for yourself. In the mean time, I'll be busy making copies of this photo for my ceiling, rug and bed spread.


In Other News...

The Other Ray sends us news of humanity's most distant webcam.

He also sends us the winners of Science Idol.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Russia Invades Georgia


(Stolen from Fark.)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

White Guy Uniforms and Bus Boners

Stargate Atlantis has been cancelled. Sure, like SG1, it will live on through direct-to-DVD movies. But, in essence, the Stargate franchise is dead.

Meanwhile, Special Ed sends us the best Sci-Fi offerings of the past 25 years. I don't agree with this list, but whatever.

You know, with all the foreign travel I've done this year, there was a pattern I noticed: the easiest way to identify the American is via two things -- he has no indoor voice, and he is the only one wearing a polo shirt tucked into beige shorts. Seriously, look for it. When I was in New York last month, I noticed the following ensemble proudly displayed in a mall:


Do these people think they're on constant safari? Or constantly playing golf? I don't get it.

While we're on the topic of random pics, I snapped a quick one earlier this week. I was riding the bus in Ottawa during a nasty thunderstorm, a time when even non-bus people will crowd onto public transportation. Anyway, I noticed an attractive woman ahead of me, so enjoyed a long, lingering gander. Then I noticed the fellow sitting next to her. He didn't seem to be paying her much attention, but at his crotch was the unmistakable teepee of a massive boner. Yes I took a photo:


Sorry, it's sort of blurry. But trust me, the thing was quite noticeably bonerific. Sure, it might have been the natural cropping of his newish pants. But to me it certainly looked like a traditional crotchety flagpole raising. Who knows. Boner makes a better story. And it's a fun word to type. Here it is again: boner.

See the lengths I go to just to entertain you people?

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

John Carter of Mars

First off, congratulations to Deonandia regular "Brad Parker" (name changed to shield the guilty) for having soundly kicked my ass in squash last night, despite being somewhat of my advanced generation. Methinks 'tis almost time to restart the fabled squash wars of yore!

Don't have much time for anything meaningful today, so instead you get this: the UK Times's list of the 10 greatest science fiction films that were never made.

On the list is the aborted attempt to create an animated version of Edgar Rice Burroughs's John Carter of Mars series. There's a great summary of that attempt on the AMC Blogs. It's particularly useful for its snippet of test animation that was made at the time, 70 years ago. To see the full marketing push for the film that never was, click here.

See, John Carter of Mars was a standard space opera tale of swashbuckling heroes.... on Mars. It actually inspired by boyhood hero, Carl Sagan, to become an astronomer. In Sagan's Cosmos, he tells of spending many a New York night as a child, out in the yard, wishing himself to Mars, just as John Carter had done. And Sagan, in turn, inspired me to become a scientist.

The John Carter books are pretty unsatisfying and silly to our modern tastes. And they've been ripped off so many times that they read as tired and cliched. But for a taste of of laddish, adventure-y early 20th century yarn-spinning, of a genre that some (not I) would call "science fiction", try reading some of Burroughs' John Carter books.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Palestine Does Exist


Today's topic is going to stir some emotions, and I'm bracing myself for the assault of nasty emails that always comes when this particular subject is broached.

I find it interesting how whenever the topic of Israeli-Palestinian relations is broached, a whole lot of irrationality erupts from all sides of the debate. One statement is particularly common from the pro-Israel (or anti-Palestinian, or Zionist, or whatever you want to call it) camp: that there is no place called "Palestine" and there never was a place called "Palestine" and thus no people called "Palestinians". Here are some examples:

From masada2000.org: "Did you know that there was never any country called Palestine? Did you know that there is no such thing as a Palestinian people?"

From danielpipes.org: "Various Western institutions list 'Palestine' as a country, although there obviously is no such place."

Golda Meier, Jerusalem Post: "There is no such thing as a Palestinian Arab nation... Palestine is a name the Romans gave to Eretz Yisrael with the express purpose of infuriating the Jews... Why should we use the spiteful name meant to humiliate us?"

From ChristianActionForIsrael.com: "One of the myths of our time is that Israel... was an independent state called 'Palestine'".

From Betar (Zionist Youth): "Palestinian people do not exist."

Mark Williams: "There is not, never has been, never will be a nation called 'Palestine.' It is a myth. Atlantis has more validity. 'Palestine' exists only as a vehicle for the extermination of an entire people and a major goal of Islamic Jihad in its war against civilization."

It's not just Zionists who question the validity of an historical Palestine, but occasionally some of the more virulent of anti-Zionists, as well, such as Zuheir Mohsein, a senior PLO member who said in 1977, "[T]he existence of a separate Palestinian identity is there only for tactical reasons. The establishment of a Palestinian state is a new expedient to continue the fight against Zionism and for Arab unity." Mohsein's statement, cited with vigor by thousands of pro-Zionist voices since the 70s, is meant, I think, to speak to modern Palestinian culture, ethnicity and political need, which are largely indistinct from other modern semitic peoples; it says nothing of the validity of historical Palestine.

I am no expert on the history of the Middle East, so may make many errors in the unfolding of this post. But I consider myself a student of historical trends in oppression. And one of the most common defining traits of a movement that is struggling to find its lapsing moral footing is its insistence on the historical non-existence of its erstwhile opponent. This fact causes me to view these statements with a fair degree of skeptical scrutiny.

The movement to deny the existence, whether historical or present, of a Palestine is, I think, motivated by one profound desire: to necessarily relegate the objects of one's derision to immaterialness, and thus to inoculate oneself against the moral self-immolation necessary to systematically marginalize and possibly harm a people.

Acceptance of the existence, and therefore validity, of a people with whom one is at odds necessitates the introduction of a more complex moral framework. It's the same impulse that compels a people to demonize and dehumanize their enemy during wartime, because to wage bloody violence against actual human beings would be a sin, whereas to do so against either inhuman animals or figments of historical imagination is harmful to no one. It's more of a challenging intellectual step to say to oneself, "My enemy is a thinking, feeling, hurting human being who will suffer when I harm him. But I have reasoned that the greater good is to be had in doing harm to him, so that is what I agree to do."

During and immediately after WWII, many among the German people insisted that the Nazi death camps did not exist, and thus their oppression of the Jewish people could not have occurred; was this a case of genuine ignorance or of the rationalization of evil done in one's name? I suspect that the latter is in large part the truth.

A more apt analogy is the European conquest of the "nations" of aboriginal America. By denying the existence of such nations, as many European imperial descendants still do, the continued marginalization of aboriginal peoples can be rationalized, since Western peoples can then be said to have settled on "empty" lands, rather than to have displaced a viable extant culture. Yet, despite not being organized in a fashion directly analogous to contemporaneous European governments, Native Americans were nonetheless purveyors of a sweeping and advanced civilization, a fact that most educated people today accept.

So it is disappointing to read these desperate attempts to relegate the people who today call themselves Palestinians into the bin of fictitious entities. The goal of defending the sovereignty and existence of people who call themselves "Israeli" is worthy enough not to have to resort to such an ignoble tactic.

To be fair, a common rallying cry among anti-Zionist (or pro-Palestinian, or whatever you want to call them) forces has to do with the illegitimacy of the state of Israel, a position that has at its roots a similar motivation as that underlining the insistence of the immaterialness of Palestinian historical existence. Defense of the historic Israel is a common meme, however, taken up by voices and platforms far more influential than mine, while responses to challenges to the historic validity of Palestine remain quite few, at least in the West. Hence I choose to focus on the latter in this post, certain that others can be relied upon to explore the former.

Let us examine the veracity of claims of Palestinian "non-existence".

Wikipedia suggests that the name "Palestine" originated from the word "Philistine", and since ancient times has referred to the region between the Jordan River and the Mediterranean Sea. Biblically, this is likely the land of "Caanan". The word "Palestine" was used by Europeans to refer to the "Holy Lands" in varying degrees of popularity, once "Outremer" ("the land beyond the sea") lost sway after the first Crusades. "Palestine" has been in common and official usage since at least the dawn of the British Empire.

The historical validity of a place understood to be, and called by name, as "Palestine" is clearly beyond question. The famous Balfour Declaration of 1917, which essentially kick-started the process of establishing the modern nation of Israel, stated that that the British government would "view with favour" the establishment in Palestine of "a national home for the Jewish people" on the conditions that "nothing shall be done which may prejudice the civil and religious rights of existing non-Jewish communities in Palestine" or "the rights and political status enjoyed by Jews in any other country."

Official recognition by the leading world power of the time of a place called "Palestine" is clearly well recorded and within living memory. So the deniers' position must be based on a more bureaucratic insistence, that there is no state of Palestine.

As Caroline Glick puts it, "[The state of Palestine] was officially founded in the summer of 2005, when Israel removed its military forces and civilian population from the Gaza Strip and so established the first wholly independent Palestinian state in history."

Glick was writing facetiously and attempting to denigrate (perhaps with reason) the administrative abilities of the Palestinian Authority. But in doing so she inadvertently produces the following possible truism: whether one existed historically or not, a Palestinian state arguably exists today. It may not be one with complete autonomy, but a state nonetheless. One may disagree politically with the cascade of events that lead to the establishment of a Palestinian Authority, but that establishment may be seen to be bureaucratically similar to the administrative process that gave rise to the modern state of Israel in 1948.

The qualification of a nation state is typically defined according to four criteria: a territory over which sovereignty is not seriously contested by any other state, a permanent population, the ability and willingness of the state to discharge international and treaty obligations, and effective control over the state's territory and population. According to John Whitbeck, writing in the Independent, "Judged by these criteria, the state of Palestine is on at least as firm a legal footing as the state of Israel."

Which brings me to the heart of the matter, as I see it. In the issue of state validity, events in ancient history are ultimately distracting. What matters is common consensus in the modern world. There was no state named Canada or people called Canadians prior to 1867, yet that historical fact in no way denudes from the validity of Canada as a nation state in the modern milieu. This is because the world has agreed to recognize this state and the history it has chosen to project.

Similarly, people calling themselves the nation of Israel probably existed in various incarnations in various times over the centuries, but all that is relevant is that in 1948 the modern world chose to formally recognize a state by that name. A place called Palestine has certainly existed in various times over the years, whether as a geographical delineation of as a country of sorts; but what is most relevant is that in modern day, there exists a people calling themselves Palestinians and an authority recognized by many acknowledged nation states as representing a cohesive embryonic state called Palestine.

In highlighting the words agreed, chose and recognized I submit that states and nations are only as viable as the rest of the world says they are, history be damned. Endless childish debates of historical validity of either Palestine or Israel serve only to distract from the present challenge of reconciling the mutual recognition of neighbouring, modern nations who have no choice but to co-exist.

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Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Missing Post

Seems I wrote the following post days ago (Aug 6th) and never bothered to upload it. Well, it's pretty crappy. That's probably why.

According to these ridiculous people, how you think about time affects your life path. Take the time test yourself. Apparently, I'm more likely to "be a Christian or a Muslim and attend religious services" and I'm less likely to do well in school and my career, and less likely to exercise.

Psychology: never trust a pseudoscience with too few vowels.

Meanwhile, Faux News is all giddy about reporting that there's a KFC in Fallujah, Iraq, now, therefore the invasion was worth it, God's in his heaven and all is right with the world. Problem? There is no KFC in Iraq.



What? Faux News getting it wrong? How can that be?

Love this: a preacher is charged with road rage, after shouting obscenities at another motorist and threatening her with his gun. Oh those wacky Xtians.

Yes, yes, I'll have some "oh those wacky Hindus" moments, too. Until then....

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Me Me Me Me

Oops, one more birthday prezzie to share with y'all. This is from my friend Bekkie:



Ahh, the magic of photoshop.

What else have I got? Hmmm, let me see. Well, Mischa sends us this very telling quote from Republican congresswoman Michele Bachmann:
"[Nancy Pelosi] is committed to her global warming fanaticism to the point where she has said that she's just trying to save the planet. We all know that someone did that over 2,000 years ago, they saved the planet -- we didn't need Nancy Pelosi to do that."
Oh those wacky religious people.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

ShamWow!

Droogies, thanks for all the birthday wishes. There are too many to thank each of you individually, but please know that I appreciate them all. As this is a time for reflecting upon agedness, I changed my Facebook profile photo to one from 16 years ago, back when I was thinner, better looking, and had a lot more hair. 'Cause this is all about me, I share it with you now:


Yes, I'm trying to do my best Ricardo Montalban impression. The photo was taken at a Hindu temple in Bali, Indonesia, back in 1992. Sigh. Youth.

Thanks, too, for the various e-cards. This one from Parneet is particularly worthy of sharing on Deonandia:


I'd also like to share with you a bit of Russian wisdom given me by Anton Burkov: "Age is the number of years you've lived, divided by your years of experience."

Occasionally I learn something useful from that bastion of right wing paranoia mental retardation, the Western Standard Blogs. This time I learned of the existence of this great website, which allows you to compare satellite images from various years, to show the extent of Arctic ice in the wake of Climate Change. For example, here's a comparison of 1983 to today:


Cool, no?

Ever seen that infomercial on TV for that ridiculous chamois cloth, "ShamWow"? If you have, then you know how curiously fascinating its host is. It's sort of like a car crash or midget porn: you may not enjoy it, but you just can't look away.

Anyway, I was tickled to discover that the host is actually a "comedian" named Vince Offer. Even Slate had an article about his weirdly glamourous qualities. Apparently Vince once made a movie called The Underground Comedy Movie which, if reviews are to be believed, just might be the worst comedy ever made. I think I need to download it.

Lastly, here's my birthday horoscope from the Toronto Star:

If today is your birthday: An auspicious cosmic configuration promises a year of enchantment. It's the kind of luck you so desperately need. Armed with this enhancement, you will find this year puts you on the fast track to happiness.

Leo: Even if you are willing to put up with something, some influential cosmic force is not. Expect certainty to replace doubt and sense to substitute for silliness. Today's events will bring much-needed insight and opportunity.

I don't recall any insight and opportunity. Oh well, there's always next year.

Happy Birthday to Me

I don't celebrate my birthdays. I don't see the point of marking one more year closer to the grave. I prefer to celebrate myself every day. And I do, oh I do.

But today, my 41st birthday, is a time for a little bit of reflection. There is a belief that people cannot change as they age, especially when they are well into adulthood. I think that is poppycock. Like pretty much everything else in life, the only true barrier is discipline and will power, and I've certainly striven to make discipline a large part of my life (with varying degrees of success).

For the past 10 years I've been an avowed carnivore with caveman appetites. If it once nuzzled its young with human-like compassion, I used to argue, then I wanted to kill it and eat it. I've been a vegetarian for almost 2 months now (with an exception made for fish, which are essentially moving vegetables) and I don't see any reason to stop the veggie train. My bowels love me!

For the past 4 years, I've been lifting heavy weights, building as much upper body muscle as my girlish frame can handle. But 4 months ago I switched to light dumbbells and reduced my lifting frequency to twice a week, rather than 5 times a week.

For the past 7 years, I would run 5km 4 times a week, being sure to sprint the final 300 metres. I think that's still a good exercise option; but to spare my knees for my old age, I've reduced it to 2km 6 times a week.

The result is that this morning, using my chiropractor's well calibrated scale, I weighed in at under 151 lbs, a good 40 lbs lighter than I was 6 months ago, and easily the lightest I've been in 20 years.

I've been an avowed tea drinker all my life. (It's a Guyanese thing, an Indian thing, a Caribbean thing and a thing amongst people in the Commonwealth). Last year, fell headfirst into the coffee melee. I love coffee so much that I even now have an espresso maker. Gotta get back on the tea wagon soon, though.

Other things are falling apart (lower back, knees, etc), and I fully expect to gain some back soon, but the lesson for me is that dramatic change in behaviour and outcome is indeed possible in one's 40s. Mind you, this morning I emerged onto the street ready for my morning run... only to discover that I was only wearing my underwear. I'd forgotten to put on shorts. Yes, that too is the curse of old age. I'm sure the police station across the street was amused at my "brief" appearance.

To celebrate my birthday, today I give you some random images scavenged from the Interwebs:

We begin with one that is close to my heart.... and other parts:


Deonandia is both entertaining and educational... and a bit pervy. Nothing satisfies all those requirements quite as well as this summary:


What's a birthday without a little healthy racism? (My East Asian friends are invited to submit their favourite South Asian derogatory images in response):


This one submitted by The Other Ray:


This one kind of makes me sick. It really summarizes the politicized nature of the American Christian Right:


And while we're offending people, how about some Sassy Jesus:

Yes, I still eat eggs.


It ain't a party without boobies.


Remember my plan to pitch the game "Sitar Hero"? S.M. alerts us to the fact that someone else has already thought of it:



In Other News...

My favourite Dr Who episode from last year, "Blink", has won a Hugo award! Yayyy!

And Brother Bhash sends us this article about a study of ancient infections in Qumran. See, I once fantastized about founding a new science: "archaeoepidemiology" - the study of historical epidemics. Seems others had the same idea.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Thomas Dolby


I've oft opined that the surest path to true aging is that bugaboo of existing in an information rich world, nostalgia. Sometimes, however, a bit dreamily thinking about the "good old days" is unavailable. It's easily justified: what's the point of living at all if one cannot find a moment to reflect on those impactive moments lived?

This evening I attended the wedding of distant relatives. There, I met even more distant cousins I didn't know I had, young adults starting University in the Fall. As I tried to figure out exactly how we were related, it suddenly dawned on me: I had attended their parents' wedding back when I was their age.

Wow, I really am old.

Well, thinking back to my twenties and late teens necessarily brought back memories of one Thomas Dolby, one of the pioneers of "synthopop" music. Thomas Dolby (we have to use his full name, due to a lawsuit) is best known for his poppy hits "She Blinded Me With Science" and "Hyperactive". But I want people to know that his true genius was in the thick, gracious and sweeping tunes he produced mostly outside of the mainstream eye.

I like to think that I was attracted to Thomas Dolby's nerdly demeanour. His father, after all, was a celebrated archaeologist, and y'all know how much I love ancient history. Thomas's familial erudition seeped into his music: none of his products were ever dumbed down. But, most importantly, more than any of his peers --OMD, Depeche Mode, Human League, Soft Cell, etc-- Thomas Dolby layered his electronic songs with complicated, dreamy and surreal emotion. It's worth pointing out the fellow's musical pedigree, with associations with Trevor Horn, Foreigner and Lene Lovich: names that mean much to me, but maybe not to many of you.

Two songs stand out: "Screen Kiss" and "Mulu the Rainforest", the latter a kind of electronic masterpiece for its tapesty of sound. But I will present you with the following. First, here's Thomas Dolby's cover of Dan Hick's "I Scare Myself":



For the curious, here's a live version:



The genius of the cover is that it took a quirky, humourous novelty song and made it into a timeless, haunting and somewhat creepy drone.

When I was young, I particularly liked "Europa and the Pirate Twins" for the story that it told, that of childhood lovers longing for each other years later, though kept apart by one's celebrity. The arrangement and synthy nature have not stood the test of time, but the melody and lyrics of the song itself are still viable:



If you like that song, you may enjoy the modernized guitary version by Norwegian singer Sondre Lerche. Access it on youtube here.

But my favourite Thomas Dolby song of all time is "Flying North". Here's a recent live version, performed by the now bald and pudgy, 49-year old Thomas Dolby:



I find it charming that one of the youtube commenters added: "I'm 67. Where was I when this was going on? This is spellbinding. " I agree: Thomas Dolby flew under the radar for most of his career, but produced some alluring, hypnotic and eternal music.

It's worth noting that Thomas Dolby married a movie star, has three kids, founded a couple of companies and invented a lot of shit, including the method by which you play song ring tones on your mobile phone. So don't feel too sorry for him. He's doing just fine.

Friday, August 08, 2008

9.79

Today, 8-8-08, marks the official commencement of the Beijing summer Olympic games.

I take this moment to recall one of the greatest Olympic moments that I can remember: Canadian-Jamaican sprinter Ben Johnson smoking the competition in Seoul:



Yes, Ben was subsequently stripped of his medal due to illegal doping. But you know what? As far as I'm concerned, Ben Johnson was (until very recently) the legitimate fastest man in the history of the world. His time of 9.79 seconds, though stricken from the books, stood for years as the quickest pace that a human being has ever set while being timed.

Jamaican runner Usain "Lightning" Bolt broke Johnson's score with 9.76 seconds, then blew away his own record with a new astonishing standard of 9.72 seconds:



The Ben Johnson affair has a particular soft relevance to me since I was in love at the time, and was watching live coverage of the race from Toronto's Black Bull bar with my beloved. As my girlfriend and I were busily making out sloppily, as unrepentant 20-somethings are wont to do, a creepy middle aged woman kept interjecting, possibly trying to get a piece of the action. Now, I've got nothing against creepy middle aged women or potential threesomes, but this particular woman was unpleasant and unattractive. So a fond memory of innocent youth is nonetheless tinged with the visceral ugliness of a drunken barfly, but redeemed by the lofty performance of one Ben Johnson, whose excess athleticism managed to stoke the dying embers of patriotism even in this avowed anti-nationalist.

I believe that everyone on the field that day was illegally doping. Ben Johnson's sin is that he was too sloopy to avoid getting caught. One day history will redeem his name and remember him as Canada's greatest track star of the late 20th century.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Asian Babes

I wonder how many misdirected hits the title of this blog post will draw to this site?

First off, got a new article over at Skiffy.ca. This one is a review of the fascinating Canadian-South African co-production called Charlie Jade.

Speaking of Skiffy, this discussion forum had some brief words about one of my reviews. The funniest part is that they suggest that I have a crush on Ben Browder. Well, Ben can do worse.

Meanwhile, EK Hornbeck sends us news that journalist Martin Bashir has had to issue an apology for using the words "Asian babes". I've got five words: give me a freakin' break.

Darth Vadum sends us this excellent public service ad:



Meanwhile, Dawn sends us a site dedicated to discussing the Next Dick Cheney.

And Nasty Nicky B sends us this video about "how to pretend you give a shit about the election":



The world's oldest joke has been found. Unsurprisingly, it's a fart joke.

I'm afraid I have to report this: they found a drug that does for your body what regular aerobic exercise is supposed to. Hey, maybe this will mean smaller crowds at the gym!

On a totally unrelated topic, Brother Bhash sends us this very first image of the Earth from the Moon:


I leave you with this sad, but unsurprising bit of news, that the Bush administration pressured the FBI to blame the 2001 anthrax attacks on a Middle Eastern perpetrator, even though no evidence existed to that extent. Will someone hurry up at indict these bastards already?

Monday, August 04, 2008

Watchmen.... and Gay Cats

2:AM and once again procrastinating. Today I saw The Dark Knight for the second time, and made the mistake of sneaking in to see The Mummy 3. The latter was one of those movies that's so bad that you can't believe it can get any worse, and then it does. The best part of the evening is that I managed to convince my sister's boyfriend that Spiderman has a cameo in the Batman movie. ("During one of the boardroom scenes, you can see him crawling on the wall outside!")

Know what's interesting? For filming The Dark Knight and its prequel, Batman Begins, the producers opted to employ a relatively new and unknown martial style called the Keysi Fighting Method. Here's a video of some Keysi techniques:



One of the trailers before the movie was for the upcoming film Watchmen. I've previously blogged about Watchmen here and here. It is, in my opinion, the finest so-called "graphic novel" ever written, a genuine work of artistic literature. If you read Watchmen, you will never perceive the superhero genre the same way again, it is that important of a book.... well, inasmuch as any book can be called "important".

"They" have been trying to make a Watchmen movie since the 1980s. The first attached director, Terry Gilliam supposedly quipped that the story is unfilmable. It might be. I'm quite nervous about the film. I want it to be fantastic. It's such an important (there's that word again) defining story that its first venture into the mainstream consciousness must be a triumphant one, if only to justify the nerdliness of those who've salivated over its pages for so long.

In Other News...

Here's a Daily Perv Link (TM) for you: a Brazilian man is accused of "turning his cat gay" after sodomizing it. Or maybe his cat was sodomized by someone else whom he then killed. I don't know. It's a confusing link. In any case, the story leads us to the following image of the supposedly turned-gay cat, courtesy of the Fark.com forums:


Let's assume the white stuff is milk, shall we?

Lastly, Deonandia regular "Brad Parker" has launched his amateur cartooning career. His first attempts are here.

Friday, August 01, 2008

My Sad, Pervy Peeps


Oh that homoerotic Archie!

Well, I'm pleased to announce that my feedjit.com widget (see the lower sidebar to your right) is working fine. I am not so pleased to announce that the geographical distribution of my readership belies the content of what they are searching for. Specifically, the phrase "dog fucking stories" continues to lead people to this site.... specifically to this post. And probably to the present post, as well, from now on.

Now, I've discussed why that is before: genuine pervs type in those keywords hoping for some quite disturbing masturbatory delights, and are instead driven to the banalities of the minutiae of my life. But isn't it interesting that people are actively looking for "dog fucking stories"? Doesn't that just give you the classic heeby jeebies? (To be clear on where I stand on this matter, please consult my disclaimer.)

Oh, but it gets worse. In the past 24 hours, 10% of all visits to my site have been by folks looking for such questionable content. Oh you know who you are, since you're reading this right now. Here's where they're located:

  • St Louis, Missouri
  • Somewhere in Kansas
  • Minneapolis, Minnesota
  • Huntsville, Alabama
  • Acton, Massachusetts
  • Peshawar, Pakistan
  • New Delhi, India
  • Visakhapatnam, India
  • Bangalore, India
  • Kochi, India
  • Somewhere in Bangladesh

In other words, about half of my American readers and 100% of my South Asian readers are perverts. Or, to be more gracious, maybe they're all doing school reports on dog fucking and this was their only way to get data.

I don't think it's an accident that the geographical distribution also matches, in my opinion, the expected distribution of societal sexual repression. None of my Canadian, European, Australian, Kiwi or elsewhere readers are seeking this particular content, at least not within the last 24 hours. (Who knows, maybe all the sheep-shaggers in New Zealand and northern Europe will be looking for a little ungulate diversity in coming weeks.)

All I can say is.... Ewwwwwww.


In Other News...

One of my older blog posts has been turned into a magazine article and will appear in India Currents in October. I'll share the final version after publication date.

And just to piss some people off, here are 10 reasons why I have no interest in moving back to the USA, by some ex-pat dude, link via Andoo.

It's interesting that the comment section of that article includes the predictable comment by a US military veteran incensed that he fought for the writer's "right" to express this opinion. I've never understood this logic. If what he says is true, that he fought for the blogger's right to express his opinion, why then is he mad that the blogger is expressing his opinion? Shouldn't he be happy? Oh, I see.... he actually fought only for those he agrees with to express their opinions. I get it now. Moran.