So apparently the new American "Transformer" toy is named "Spastic"?
Unfortunately, to the English this is tears-in-your-eyes, can't-breathe funny -- on a par with coming out with a toy named "Retard"...
You know, i have always liked & defended Mac computers, cos they're reliable & don't crash much, but over the last few years I've been liking them less & less.
1. their computers, laptops, etc are ALWAYS more expensive (Why? Anyone got a good reason? I'm serious, i'd like to know, cos then i can stop being cross),
2. (far more important) their operating system is DELIBERATELY incompatible with everything.
Which I like about as much as i like Planned Obsolescence.
(It makes me personally selfishly grumpy cos when I try to download free music trax they won't download properly... but it's also an Ideological Thing.
Make stuff as open as possible!
Share, don't hoard, ya bastids!)
I just found a quote that sums up a lot about how i think & live:
The only kinds of fights worth fighting are those you are going to lose, because somebody has to fight them and lose and lose and lose until someday, somebody who believes as you do wins. In order for somebody to win an important, major fight 100 years hence, a lot of other people have got to be willing – for the sheer fun and joy of it – to go right ahead and fight, knowing you’re going to lose. You mustn’t feel like a martyr. You’ve got to enjoy it.
–I. F. Stone
At Tim's party there was a great little ska-punk band (local kids -- one of them was the son of the farmer who owned the land) with an unfortunate name:
(Say it out loud.)
(And no, none of them had noticed the feline-fecal double meaning.)
So yesterday at the shop I was trying to pick up a single bottle of beer for Crisp... and I was carded.
Now, this happens rarely in England -- usually only if you're trying to buy a LOT of alcohol or if you look very young -- so I didn't have my ID on me. When I said (nicely) that I WAS nearly thirty (drinking age here is 18, remember), ALL THREE female cashiers agreed that they had to card anyone who looked under 20, and that I looked under 20.
What the hell is it, you guys? It ain't the clean living. When am I gonna stop being mistaken for a teenager? It was flattering when I was 24, funny when I was 28... but if it keeps going much longer it's gonna get really old really fast.
I don't WANT to look like a kiddie any more! I want to look lived-in & experienced & maybe ever so slightly badass...
I went to an a cappella open mic at a pub in Hebden last night & heard both Georgian & shape-note singing for the first time since I left Vermont.
Weird. Weird, weird. Disorienting. But in a good way.
But then Hebden always feels like an alternate-world Brattleboro.
Hm...i hit pause, so the thing making that FREAKY noise is definitely dawn wildlife, not my itunes.