WARNING: This post is offensive. If you are of a politically correct, strongly feminist or otherwise Tumblr-friendly sensibility, please use your browser’s ‘Back’ or ‘Close’ button now. If you’re not, take a free drink, sit down and enjoy the show. Now; let’s take a closer look at what makes me a bastard this week.
A long time ago in a job interview, I was asked what my three best and worst qualities were. “My three best qualities are initiative, intelligence, and thinking for myself,” I said.
“And your three worst ones?”
“Initiative, intelligence, and thinking for myself.”
The interviewer thought this was very deep. Personally, I thought it was bleeding obvious. In the light of that it’s not really so surprising, looking back, that the corporate world and I later parted ways. This week, however, I am annoyed about something else. I’m not going to waste time describing the situation, I’m just going to rant – and as I said in the first paragraph, you have been warned. So here are my five.
Publicity shot from ‘The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents”.
Morbid? Yes, it is. Bandwagon-jumping? Absolutely. The sort of thing PTerry himself would probably despise? I doubt it not. However there are people looking at this blog apparently in the expectation that I’ll have said something about such a momentous event in fantasy as the passing of Sir Terry Pratchett, and far be it from me to disappoint my future readers.
I’ve got a when-I-met-Pterry anecdote I’ll come to later, but the best article I’ve ever read about the man is this one, written by Neil Gaiman: “Do not underestimate this anger. This anger was the engine that powered Good Omens.” It talks about Terry having a deep sense of justice, and anyone who’s read Pratchett can appreciate the near-perfect balance he struck between acute social awareness, blackest irony, and an infallible sense of petty, stupid humanity and all its attendant farce. Continue reading
Last year I posted about the fact that in Finland, Valentine’s day is actually a celebration of friendship, not of idealised and commercialised romantic love. This year I’d like to share with you just what non-idealised, unromantic, real and everyday love has done for me over the year. (And a few hilarious alternative VD cards too). Continue reading
Oh gods, I said I’d write something deep and meaningful didn’t I?
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When you save Stripper Gandalf’s bacon and the universe rewards you with a parking ticket, life just does not seem fair.
OK, OK, let me back that one up a bit. Stripper Gandalf, you see, is actually my housemate.
No, wait, I’ve got this. Let’s just start from scratch. Continue reading
Hmph. Well I’ve been ruminating over the finale of Doctor Who since I watched it, and… overall I was underwhelmed. I think it would have been kinder to the character, *and* to the story, to let John Sim’s Master be the final, glorious shout of the old tradition. This felt like flogging a dead horse, to me. Continue reading
WARNING: Contains spoilers.
I’ve just watched the latest episode of Doctor Who. In which the mysterious, manipulative villainess who’s been intriguing me throughout the season is finally revealed to be none other than… Continue reading