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A couple of years ago, I was to be found mithering about crap Bristol car drivers parking on the pavement. I assume it's an extension of the 'leaving the hazard flashers on means I can park somewhere stupid' (lack of) thought process. It's as if they know they're doing something that's going to shite stuff up for other people, and they're making some strange kind of semi-socially-acceptable excuse/apology. Obviously, if you call them on it, they go all passive-aggressive on you.
The thing is, it's socially-enforced shit behaviour. A few people bung their cars halfway up on the pavement, and the next time you park up you're going to get funny looks if you don't join in. Even though it's illegal. At the point where everybugger's at it, it becomes de facto normality.
Perhaps I am failing to articulate just how much I detest such behaviours? Perhaps not. Perhaps I'd like to live in a town where pedestrians get priority instead of tosser car-pilots.
Anyway.
The rot's started in our street. Some twatmonkey in a MX5 has plonked his (or indeed her) hateful shitbox halfway up the pavement. I await developments with mild concern.
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The thing is, it's socially-enforced shit behaviour. A few people bung their cars halfway up on the pavement, and the next time you park up you're going to get funny looks if you don't join in. Even though it's illegal. At the point where everybugger's at it, it becomes de facto normality.
Perhaps I am failing to articulate just how much I detest such behaviours? Perhaps not. Perhaps I'd like to live in a town where pedestrians get priority instead of tosser car-pilots.
Anyway.
The rot's started in our street. Some twatmonkey in a MX5 has plonked his (or indeed her) hateful shitbox halfway up the pavement. I await developments with mild concern.
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No one expects the Bavarian Illuminati
Mar. 11th, 2007 11:29 pmIn re. the Adam Curtis programme: It's nice to be right.
Or rather, I have had a suspicion for quite some time that a lot of the ways and processes of modern western society are broken and/or invented by mad people for the benefit of other mad people, and the only way to cope with this is to become as mad as them.
That game theory appears to be a crock surprises me not. And that Hayek fellow. Barking. And anyone who self-diagnoses a 'disorder'.
I need to watch it again.
Or rather, I have had a suspicion for quite some time that a lot of the ways and processes of modern western society are broken and/or invented by mad people for the benefit of other mad people, and the only way to cope with this is to become as mad as them.
That game theory appears to be a crock surprises me not. And that Hayek fellow. Barking. And anyone who self-diagnoses a 'disorder'.
I need to watch it again.
I mailed the Lundy-people because for some mad reason I want to get out of the office for a week and knacker myself out doing proper work. (ie something that involves sheep, walls and power tools) They have yet to reply, but I'd best buy a Bergen anyway.
Speaking of, anyone else think the Dorkbot Camp might be a laugh? I'm unsure. I suspect an atmosphere of us-and-them and English Blogging Uselessness.
The filthy communists over at Bristol City Council have given us a pig-bin (and indeed a pig-handbag), which is probably a good thing, but will lead to confusion. However, with any luck there will be less throwing away, and that's probably the point.
Those dreadful rotters at PostEverything emailed about a Kid606 album. While I was poking about for a sample of same, I stubbed my toe on a Caribou album (AKA Manitoba) and it seemed a terrible shame not to purchase both. They're very fine in a completely buggered gurgling psychedelic heap sort of a way. In that the Kid606 album sounds like two competing old-skool analogue events running down the quarter mile in blown doorslammers, while Dan Caribou makes that utterly odd noise that makes you think of mechanical Christmas trees lurching drunkenly round the pits while waving spanners at each other.
The guitar-people will hate both with an eye-bulging passion.
Oh, I've been on holiday. It was very nice.
Speaking of, anyone else think the Dorkbot Camp might be a laugh? I'm unsure. I suspect an atmosphere of us-and-them and English Blogging Uselessness.
The filthy communists over at Bristol City Council have given us a pig-bin (and indeed a pig-handbag), which is probably a good thing, but will lead to confusion. However, with any luck there will be less throwing away, and that's probably the point.
Those dreadful rotters at PostEverything emailed about a Kid606 album. While I was poking about for a sample of same, I stubbed my toe on a Caribou album (AKA Manitoba) and it seemed a terrible shame not to purchase both. They're very fine in a completely buggered gurgling psychedelic heap sort of a way. In that the Kid606 album sounds like two competing old-skool analogue events running down the quarter mile in blown doorslammers, while Dan Caribou makes that utterly odd noise that makes you think of mechanical Christmas trees lurching drunkenly round the pits while waving spanners at each other.
The guitar-people will hate both with an eye-bulging passion.
Oh, I've been on holiday. It was very nice.
