Technology is supposed to remove the human margin of error from life. It’s about certainty, and reliability; two things that we, as humans, have experienced rarely in our evolutionary journey.
It minimises the element of surprise and the necessity for terms like ‘coincidence’ – which is essentially just a very human way of dealing with a situation that appears darn convenient and impossible to explain.
Seems somewhat pertinent, considering most people have spent the week battling either BlackBerry breakdowns or iPhone upgrade irritation.
Image via failblog. Or facebook. (I can’t remember, but it’s important to let you know this work of genius is not the fruit of my labours. Dammit)
It’s rare that I feel even remotely sorry for the great swathe of male porn addicts who occupy my country. And the news that four of the biggest ISPs in the UK are outlining measures to introduce an ‘opt-in’ scheme to enable users to decide whether their home computers can display pornographic images and sites doesn’t particularly tweak my conscience.
But it did make me laugh to think of their already overstimulated minds exploding in frustration as they try to figure out how to tick the ‘yes’ box without alerting their wives to their needs as a consumer.
Image via uproxx.com
Windsor Castle, April 2002.
‘Yes, it’s proved a real boon when it comes to keeping track of the kids and Philip. I learned it from my security officers. You simply dial the mobile number, key in the generic pincode and bingo. Access to private voicemail.
Why? Are you thinking it could be of some use to you, Rebeckah?’
Someone, as a matter of urgency, needs to write an eighties action serial drama starring Lee Majors, so that this can be the theme tune.
In the post 9/11 climate, gestures of dissonance from the unwashed public have been forced to undergo some changes. The chances of being able to get within a few miles of a politician or celebrity at a public event while brandishing anything more dangerous or threatening than a juice box are extremely limited.
Far from being an impediment to freedom of expression though, the prospect of an orange jumpsuit and a go on the waterboard has forced people to modify their protests into a friendlier format.
With fascinating results.
Continue reading “Tiger Woods: In Defence Of Weiner Wrangling”
Don’t try to understand it. Just love it.
The Hunting Act became law in February 2005. It made hunting with dogs illegal in England and Wales. As far as I am aware, despite vociferous campaigning by the Countryside Alliance, it has not been repealed.
Which made my alarm call this morning – howling beagles, gruff shouting and backfiring quad bikes skidding around the field next to my house – even more surprising. How could this be?
Continue reading “Fox Hunting: Such A Civilised Way To Spend A Saturday Morning”
Let’s be honest. The only fame-hungry whores featuring on eatblogordie.com this week are the dudes who chose to sell these photos of Madonna and the people who think they’re funny and scandalous.
Tools.
Image: Jason Merritt/Getty Images.
You can’t say you’ve ever been in a band unless one of your hits has been used by a politician to articulate just how cool n’hip they are. Which is presumably why Primal Scream’s management were able to fire off a letter of complaint to the Conservative party so promptly after it was reported that Teresa May had walked off stage to ‘Rocks’.
Bet they couldn’t wait for the resurgence in album sales to register. It’s a perfectly legitimate revenue stream in this political climate, y’know.
Kelly Welles 