Now Approaching

We are now approaching the year of our lard 2024. Please remain seated, extinguish all cigarettes, tie your shoe laces and (please) no swearing. It'll all be over in about 300 days or so and you'll hardly feel any pain because nothing will really be any different unless it's all a little worse. Should you encounter any well spoken drunks or French existentialists dancing in the streets just try to ignore them. I'm assured there's portions of cold scrambled eggs and haggis awaiting them in some friendly fridge.

I'm in quite a hurry now as my laptop's battery has been surgically removed for health reasons and so my external connections may expire at any moment. If you're looking for me I'll be out there exploring the kinder, more gentle Bluesky app, writing things down frantically and then losing the bits of paper. Failing that I'll be hiding under this table (as above) along with a cat accomplice of some sort. It's all worked out reasonably well for me so far using this simple technique. Anyway it's just another year.

Arbroath Daily Photo

A few days ago I was in Arbroath, a small seaside town in Scotland, for the football and the pie(s) mainly. The weather was a bit dodgy. I also saw a strange and rather sad looking house that made me think, (house as shown above).

Satsuma Consumption

Expendable

Surreal Christmas

Welcome to another surreal Christmas.

The symbolism is lost on us but ... 

Make of it what you will. 

Take from it what you need. 

Leave what you'd only waste. 

Show respect for this world.

Judge actions not words.

It's not over till the end.

Just believe in yourself.

Twelve Bananas

 

Bananas: Somebody very quickly ate four and nobody noticed or perhaps there never were twelve bananas. I confused this with the film Twelve Monkeys but since I only had eight bananas nothing really made sense after that. I don't believe a crime was committed here. I think that the photograph was staged. The photographer may have been a primate of some sort. At this time of year you can't really take anything seriously. Those stripy coloured clouds that are everywhere on Instagram but never seen by anyone I know and now there are volcanic eruptions. 

Outside I heard a scream. Somebody had slipped on a banana skin and fallen hard onto the pavement in broad daylight. I did notice that it was rather icy outside or was it just my imagination? An Asian lady in nurses' scrubs ran up and kindly tended to the victim. I was unable to help as I was carrying a cat in a basket. Somewhere somebody wondered if today was the correct day to just leave the world behind.

Best Tweet of 2023?

I keep on thinking of X as Twitter despite the relentless passage of time and the various X promoting outbursts that have taken place. I'm not alone in this. It's a position that's unlikely to change. A man of my age has only so much brain elasticity and focus. I also dislike pandering to and giving way to rich idiots who of course can call things whatever they like and tweak them beyond recognition. It's their train set anyway so let them play. My resistance is pointless. Plus, of course X is just a stupid name. It cant be used as a verb and it looks shit as a logo. 

I've pretty much stopped using the X platform apart from the odd bit of lurking (it turned this gem up the other day) and the other replacement alternatives and competitors are pretty rubbish too. This small part of the world and some vague golden age, briefly useful and fun for a while is now broken. Actually it was well on the way to shambolic brokenness before Mr Musk got involved. So what. 

Soft Underbelly

 

This is a view of the (old) Forth Road Bridge's private parts that most people never see. That's because it's the subway on the south side. It's not soft either, more of a sort of damp, drippy and muddy utility tunnel for lost pedestrians, but it's definitely under the roadway.

Cult of Added Brown Sauce

N might well stand for Nonesuch. A mysterious pie scoffing cult that both worship and sacrifice hot meaty pies encased in seeded bread rolls, consumed upon a midnight clear as is the custom. Circles of stones provide the clue along with a trail of crumbs. Brown sauce aka "Blood of the Crow" is added in the pattern of the holy Nonesuch cypher. It's a mix of the yummy and esoteric elements of whatever you may think and goes back a long way. Lilith (Adam's first wife) is credited with the invention of the lamb pie, Genesis: something or other. It's a tradition at this time of year.

Seasonal Preparations

The cats remain fairly bemused as to why we'd bother to bring a tree (more of a shrub really) into the house. "Out of place items in absurd settings" really should be the title of this post, maybe the entire blog. Trees don't belong indoors and (I'm stretching the point here) neither to some animals. I guess domestic cats are ok to be brought inside and away from the elephants. They're needy that way. You can't expect them to be out there 24/7 ridding the town of plague carrying rats and other rodents as well as the occasional accidental bird; a violent trait in cats that I don't much care for. As they slowly adjust to the new indoor tree/shrub we are considering what type of "cat safe" Dickensian style decorations to apply to the Christmas shrub in all it's stunted glory. A satisfactory outcome to this cat related challenge is not expected.

Laïcité

"Most historical events were actually quite different from what you were taught or even imagined" (Detail). 

We need something like *this in our country (I forget the name and sometimes I don't even like to say it out loud as it's actually a bit of an embarrassment these days). I **wonder how things would be now if ...

*Laïcité (secularism) is the constitutional principle of secularism in France. Article 1 of the French Constitution is commonly interpreted as the separation of civil society and religious society. It discourages religious involvement in government affairs, especially in the determination of state policies as well as the recognition of a state religion. It also forbids government involvement in religious affairs, and especially prohibits government influence in the determination of religion, such that it includes a right to the free exercise of religion.

**Everything that I know I stole from Wikipedia.

World's Best Coffee

Nescafe 3 in 1 with a little real milk added and in a Moomin cup.

The thing about thinking of the Romans and their influence every day is a bit like seeing a cow (real or as an image) every day. Once you're aware of this and that you might well be doing it then it's almost impossible not to do it. Every day there are thousands of thoughts running through your mind. You could try to make a list but then that would be a lot of pointless work as the list already exists in some form or other in your head. 

A brain print out or some kind of consciousness spreadsheet record would work best and maybe save time. Then when you'd read the list, which in real time might take longer than a day where would you be? Highlighting all the Roman references and cow image entries with a yellow pen and tabulating them to see where in the day they occur? Are there patterns or is it all just random or is it triggered by experiences and circumstances? I just don't know.

Everything I don't know

When it all boils down to the burnt noodles at the bottom of the stir fry pan, pretty much everything in life is a bit of a bad idea. Probably the best method of avoiding bad ideas going really bad is to commit only to relatively small ideas whenever possible and avoid unintended consequences. Use a disaster scale and perspective to trim them into a more comfortable size. Deciding to have coffee, not go out in the rain, changing your socks, spit out a fly that's landed in your mouth etc. Fewer things can go wrong with trivial matters. 

The people who invented the robot vacuum cleaner, submarines and nitro glycerine might think more about safety and stuff but then as a species we'd not progress technically. We'd have tiny fixated brains, appetites for junk products, be prone to mindless violence voyeurism and superstitions and would not understand the correct use of the apostrophe or how logistics works. Ideas and acting on them, then adopting them is all a bit of a mixed blessing.

On This Day

 

Great moments in modern music history #72. One this day back in 1981 the Scottish skiffle group known as the KLF (Kelty Leftist Faction) burned up a brown bag of cash containing £1 million Englandshire Pounds on a remote beach on the island of Jura. The dark deed was witnessed by only seventeen music journalists who had been flown in by helicopters from the mainland for a junket. An STV film crew was also present but all too late in the day their equipment was discovered to be faulty due to salt water exposure and pollution so no actual footage exists. 

Witnesses say that the money was withdrawn from a cash machine in the nearby village of Dunbar. The KLF described it all as a piece of "art and unmasking".  They were never heard of again ever, but there are rumours and there might even be speculation regarding what happened next. Some people believe that one day this incendiary and almost action packed event will be the subject of a major Pixar film starring Tom Hanks and some animated characters but I'm not so sure. Nobody asks where the potential audience is.

Egg Carton Spex

Once upon a time your new glasses would arrive in a robust case that looked like it was fabricated in a Clydeside shipyard, all shiny metal with a leather covering and able to withstand being run over by a 20 ton Scammell truck or survive being trapped in some blazing chemical burner. My new glasses are quite nice and quite comfortable but were handed to me in what is basically an egg box. A simple container that's most likely completely recyclable but unable to withstand exposure to the sneeze of a kitten at 10 feet. Let's not mention how peculiar the actual colour is either. 

These are of course just some silly observations and not a full blown complaint. The glasses were reasonably priced and all kinds of cases for glasses are readily available out there in the marketplace. Why should a good case have to come with a new pair of specs anyway? There's straight thinking and there's crooked thinking. Things change, real life business economics are not for the likes of you either, so suck it up all you stuffy old moaners (like me). 😎

I'm not a Screwball

Wolves don't commit genocide but humans do, again and again it seems. I know who I'm with. I'm not that kind of screwball.

"New conceptions require new terms. By "genocide" we mean the destruction of a nation or of an ethnic group. This new word, coined to denote an old practice in its modern development, is made from the ancient Greek word genos (race, tribe) and the Latin 

cide (killing), thus corresponding in its formation to such words as tyrannicide, homicide, infanticide, etc. Generally speaking, genocide does not necessarily mean the immediate destruction of a nation, except when accomplished by mass killings of all members of a nation. It is intended rather to signify a coordinated plan of different actions aiming at the destruction of essential foundations of the life of national groups, with the aim of annihilating the groups themselves. 

The objectives of such a plan would be disintegration of the political and social institutions, of culture, language, national feelings, religion, and the economic existence of national groups, and the destruction of the personal security, liberty, health, dignity, and even the lives of the individuals belonging to such groups. Genocide is directed against the national group as an entity, and the actions involved are directed against individuals, not in their individual capacity, but as members of the national group." (Not my words). Sound familiar?

AI Does The Hokey-Cokey

The Hokey-Cokey Test: I asked AI to "do the Hokey-Cokey" (as an image). Out of about 9 or 10 attempts (before my own boredom set in) only one showed human figures doing the actual moves. In all the others the "AI" was shown as a type of dancing, clunky robot or Cyber-man figure, not really human like at all. So does AI see itself as some shiny 1950s robot rather than the sleek and sophisticated replicant types we've become familiar with in Blade Runner and other sci-fi films? I don't know, it's maybe just having a bit of fun and pretending to be seen as a retro version so as to portray an obvious model of itself that humans might expect, or it's just dumbing down it's own (self) image to lull us all into a false sense of security.

Then I changed the question to "what image best represents AI?" All quite sad really.

Easy to Blame the BBC

 

One of the cardinal sins of broadcasting that's been committed for years has been normalized, well become tolerated as normal I suppose. It's DJs or TV announcers talking over the tail of things or worse still fading them out too soon. I really don't listen to music radio much as a result (Radio 6 just bugs me but for numerous other reasons). These people (?) may have no respect for the listener or the music maker or, more likely, are just doing what the producer tells them to do because time is always tight. The common practice prevails and it's all a bit shit. The thing is streaming TV and music is a far better experience than real time broadcasts (unless it's sport or maybe competition) because you don't suffer these deliberate interruptions. 

So I'd be raging this morning if I was the creator of the Shetland TV series currently on BBC. The final episode was put out last night and whatever you may think of the show with all it's emotional ups and downs, plot devices and pratfalls, it had a story rhythm that was working quite well right up and into the end credits. Teenage Fanclub's "Star Sign" was playing out over the final scenes and just when the vocal punch came in a continuity announcer interrupted along with a half screen cut image to promote some other program and so shattering the dynamic power of the moment. 

It robbed the viewers of the space to close off and process what had just happened on screen. Does the BBC care about this? I don't know but the program makers must feel that their final bit of punctuation and expression was well and truly rubbed out by this unprofessional and clunky  intrusion. I hate to beat on about the BBC but this kind of insensitivity, solely driven by pushing product at the expense of a running program's own air space just cheapens the brand and dare I say it, the art. Anyway, we're all moving on now.

Medical Negligence?

We're here to help you!*

* They're probably not. Back to the regular font, much more relaxing.

Meanwhile on eBay one of our ancient black promo CDs has turned up. I'd completely forgotten that we did a run of these things almost 20 years ago. The peculiar price seems quite reasonable, assuming you like this sort of thing.

Taylor Swift - All Too Well (Taylor's Version)

Aye, we'll all be fine and it'll work out, don't worry.