VSX, A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist: Starbuck Powersurge - a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of Viper Squad Ten, a long-disbanded group of stranded timetravelling troubadours, formed to help finance repairs to their time-machine. Now very much stuck in C21...
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I hate these guys, especially bigot-in-chief Stephen Green. Why the media gives them the time of day I don't know (here they are again, wanting to sue the BBC for blasphemy in screening Jerry Springer The Opera, one of their pet obsessions.)
I hate them for their hatred (one of the few forms of hatred I understand). Their hatred of anyone who doesn't share to the letter their closed-minded world view, forged in a literal interpretation of a document written thousands of years ago.
You just need to look at their site to see the bile they pour out, spewing misinformed reaction to the world that they rightly see as being at odds with them, against them. If you look beyond the poorly-written text you'll see some very questionable opinions.
Censure the Beeb for blasphemy? When we can't even censure moronic religious bigots?
The impression one gets from the media are that CV are the mainstream pressure group for fundamentalist Christianity in this country. They grant them the respectability that they badly crave.
Don't think I'm picking on Christianity here - there are pressure groups and hate campaigns cosseting the insecurities of all the main religions. Its just that, in this "Christian country", Christian Voice get free reign to broadcast their hate.
Radio 1 news
Thank Christ the BBC got rid of JK and Joel, 2-DJs-in-one who are not fit to broadcast on the "nations favourite" national radio station.
No wit, no discernible interest in music, no redeeming radio features.
So what the flip were they playing at employing Dick and Dom - 2-DJs-in-one who are not fit to broadcast on the "nations favourite" national radio station.
No wit, no discernible interest in music, no redeeming radio features. And really fucking annoying in that jarringly blunt, soft-agressive style, especially since they both obviously think they're the funniest double act since, oh, Ant and Dec. I guess they put them on the radio for "the kids". Well, the kids should rise up and protest.
In the words of Scaramanga, there's a four letter word and they're full of it. In spades.
Despite what right-wing deniers of man-made climate change deniers might claim (and it is always right-wingers, such as a local Conservative MPwho thinks its all a socialist conspiracy, Jeremy Clarkson having a dig on screen at the end of Top Gear's four-wheel drive to the North Pole - if they can drive there then obviously the ice caps are OK and there's not substantive evidence to global warming -, or one of my in-laws whose suspicions are fed by every morsel of selective misinformation fed to him by the Telegraph), the scary thing is that there isn't anything we can likely to as a planet's population to stop it. We know we're in for trouble, and each nation is going to do its best to safeguard its interests for the future, and sod the rest of them.
They've known about it since the 70s, but given that they've not wanted to here, denial has been the easiest option.
If only 80s thrash metal combo Nuclear Assault had declared independence from the rest of the world and declared their own country - NuAssland, perhaps. Then they might have played their magnum opus Global Warning in full at one of the security council meetings, and the world would be a better place.
Review: The Mighty Boosh - S3E1 - Eels
 Godarnit, why did they have to bring back the Moon from series 2?
Aside from that, business as usual. Inspired surreal comic brilliance, or childish comic fantasy, depending on your point of view. I'm very much in the former camp, and if you don't agree, you know nothing of the crunch!
However, having been weaned on the DVDs of the first two series, watching on telly just wasn't the same without Barratt, Fielding and Fulcher's commentary track...
Baby in a Basket
Ah, that's better. Sorry for that bandwidth-draining photosplurge - its been such a rollercoaster of a year that I felt the need to found some positive anchors within this chronicle. Or something.
No wait, there's another one coming.
Enough. Back to the baby stuff.
It's been an interesting time getting used to our newly-expanded family, and I can now appreciate just how different this is to anything else I've experienced. It's a little bit more complicated than keeping a tamagotchi alive.
Its become apparent that I'm alot more used to needy canines than infant human beings. And I can't stop speaking to poor Starkid as if he's a little doggy!
I talk about "putting him in his basket", or "putting him down on his mat" - I'm sure it won't be long before I'm sternly telling him to go "On your mat" in deep commanding voice with a biscuit in hand.
One step further than calling him a "good boy", I even accidentally said "there's a good dog" earlier...