two chaps with things on their mind
This chap just had a read of this. It is a Russian propaganda guide to stealing your roommates Burrito.
It struck him that they missed the obvious one:
“Roommate mysteriously falls from radioactive park bench, dies of broken neck. D-Notice issued.”
Never eschew the obvious. Or the unbelievable. Both can defeat the application of Occam’s Razor. Not that it can’t be misapplied, of course…
You had one job…
Season’s Priorities!
With all the tragedies and dramas going on in the world these days, this chap was concerned that one small personal tragedy was not getting its due consideration — its fair shake, if you will. So please consider this, for a moment: Rupert Murdoch, owner of most of …
all of?
… the profitable media in the world, it seems, apparently can’t get enough of an audience in the UK for his own Fox News on his (almost) own Sky TV to make it viable. So it was ejected removed from the schedule. Sad, yes?
Straight up. It says so right here.
… and this chap is not sure how they are getting away with it.
Reported in the Guardian – click through to see the video …. and this is one in a series. For example, this one kind of caught mention at the time.
For some reason, nobody seems to be taking them to task the courts.
Continue reading “They Are At It Again”
Or, ‘The Selective Shaksper’
… or ‘Billy Wagglestick’ as my English class had it ..
… but there’s a suspicion at this end that if POTUS45 and Co had to declare their relationship to objective reality and declared fiction, it would appear as ‘It’s complicated.’ Continue reading “True Fiction, Or Fictional Truth?”
…a rational, albeit unintentional, upside to the POTUS 45 farce.
So that’s that, then.
… before we get going, this chap would like to point out the possibility that though our readers might have heard of Alex Jones and Infowars, they might have missed out on his recent Performance Art defence. In itself – arguably – some of his best performance art. Then of course, this chap is not the expert on that particular topic.
Meanwhile …
… and seriously, knows whereof he speaks. Be warned, though, you can’t talk about this stuff in front of the kids. (Yes, Ian, we’re talking about you, Jude, and the herring… ) But it was always a broad tent and, frankly, needed one from time to time (yes, Ian and Jude, we do mean you).
So, why would he be reluctant to consider Alex Jones any sort of peer or colleague?
It’s not the content. Being (seriously, NSFW) shocking is par for the performance art course –– expected, in fact.
… and the Opposite Of Truth …
No, really — and actually, he remembers lots of times.
John says …
So did ‘Chuck’ Dickens
Graham says …
Surely ‘Marcie’ Proust? But I digress…
John says …
‘Chuck’ … Tale Of Two Cities
But what he actually “remembers” of course is his reconstruction and even concatenation of those times, which may make for good stories, but even with the best intent may barely resemble the actual events. Memories melt, fold, dissolve, as Dali observed. But at least with repetition, the stories get better, which is a lot of the point of “laying down memories” while you can.
But what happens when what one needs is recent, accurate records of things said and done? Continue reading “The Persistence Of Memory”