Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
I (we) started the flat hunt today. If anyone knows anything about renting in Edinburgh (that does not inculde bashing the English or phrases like “its so expensive”) get in touch. Back to work. Why I chose to mark such a milestone with such a wonderfully dour quote is open for interpretation- but when I think Edinburgh, I think Ewan McGregor running for his life. #
This year Apple Computers will celebrate 30 years. I know they’re just another company but I’m a fanboy. They introduced their masterpiece “The Macintosh” 30 years ago today - to a large theater full of people in a rather dramatic fashion (some things don’t change) with this ad, it then played during the Super Bowl and made quite an impression. It wasn’t for me, I joined in (I wasn’t born) a bit later. This is one of the ads that I remeber downloading on our Compaq Presario back in ‘98:
Inspired by the re-appearance of the funny Mac logo I would go on to dig out our old Macintosh LC II before buying my first iMac (in Bondi Blue) some years - and many Windows Machines - later. From there it was a jump over to the iBook (in Graphite), another iMac (DV in Graphite) another iBook (dual USB), [should I mention my Quadra 900 here... cost me ?Ǭ£5] a third iMac (this time in Lime Green - Billy has this working to this very day!) and now I’m on the Powerbook G4. On Thursday Lucy’s giving me a Macintosh LC II… they were going to throw it out, or dismantle it- no, I won’t hear of it. I’m going to boot up OS 7.5 and rock the shit. 80MB Hard Disk’s were standard back in ‘92.
I was listening to some fella mouth off about the problems in schools on the radio the other day. What made his zany right-wing “bring back the 11plus I say” sputings worth it was a real gem of an idea for teaching history, so great an concept that I thought it worth writing down. His idea: start from yesterday and work backwards.
Rather than jump back 150 years to the Clearances, then 400 years back to American Independance and forward again to the Slums of Glasgow… don’t miss that (fairly important stuff) out, just bring it into context.
Lesson One: Why George Bush is a Mental
Lesson Two: “The Big Board” - The Cold War
Lesson Three: It’s! The 60’s.
etc. (I’ll come up with more later, the “Comments” on this one is Open)
Now, I know this would confuse “Modern Studies” with “History” with “Religious Education” - but the News isn’t divided by such Subject names, nor are the broadsheets …or real life. Oh, another great idea; the first lesson (ignore above) should involve each student going back home and asking his/her parents about their family history, where the family came from, what their grandparents did etc.
A great-grandfather of a friend tells the story of his grandfather: “he used to sit us down and tell us about an uncle who faught in the great battle of culloden”
I know, a bit involved… but JESUS-TAP-DANCING-CHRIST. Culloden! That’s “Flower ‘o Scotland” times, times of old. Not that old it would seem.
I don’t watch that much tv, but I won’t miss “The Thick of It“. Its like “Drop The Dead Donkey” mixed with “the Office” and Alistair Campbell’s Peter Capaldi’s a mental Scot… Some department of something near Downing Street is caught in a weekly state of great disturbance, we drop in (with return of the shakey-cam) and watch a day of Blairite-esque spin and back-stabbing unfurl. Usually this involves a painful insult, a threat to someone’s face, blackmail or the beginnings of some immoral relationship that will end in some civil-service flunky resigning. Needless to say it was created by Armando Iannucci, there’s a wicked-cool BBC site with interviews and “highlights” all over it; here. Peter Capaldi who plays a Policy Co-ordinator Enforcer from Number 10 is awesome and Happy-Slapping is funny again. Thenagain Farce is everlasting.
nmfp = not my fucking problem
I used to like E.R. - I guess I just noticed that for all its writers, co-Directors and Executive Proudcers (one’s Michael bloody Crichton) the whole cast seem to have attended the same acting school; the E.R. acting school, where everyone learns how to be Dr. Greene. Who I miss. Technically its the best thing on the box.
That’s my tv update, out.
I’ve added a new section to the site for dang internet perverts the in-crowd. “Friends” is going to be the place for all things nostalgic, I’ve (re-)linked up A\V and the Old School photos for william now but I think it’d be pretty sweet to build on this section, old scans, video and the like are welcome.
Any ideas? I’m working on another side-project called “Joey” but I don’t think its going to take off in the same way. So head on over, look out for what I regarded as impressive Quicktime .mov Compression back in 2003. Introducing: Friends at Meta Comment
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