Pre-Crimes

Oh, God.

Blair to tackle ‘menace’ children

Tomorrow’s potential troublemakers can be identified even before they are born, Tony Blair has suggested.

Mr Blair said it was possible to spot the families whose circumstances made it likely their children would grow up to be a “menace to society”.

He said teenage mums and problem families could be forced to take help to head off difficulties.

He said the government had to intervene much earlier to prevent problems developing when children were older.

There could be sanctions for parents who refused to take advice, he said.

I was going to write a load of gubbins about this, about how you really should go watch the video of Blair being interviewed, because it’s frankly astonishing. Not just the mad gleam in the eye, but the fact that he quickly stops pretending that it’s about anything other than “teenage mums not in a stable relationship”. And woop, it’s the dying arse-end of the Major government all over again. Only with added megalomania.

I was going to go into sheer astounding impracticality of whatever the hell it is Blair’s actually suggesting (like how in 2004, over 40,000 children were born to mothers under 20 outside of marriage (ONS), a figure which hasn’t changed significantly since Labour came to power). I was thinking of drawing some sort of Venn diagram or other illustration of how Xs often being Ys doesn’t mean that Ys will usually become Xs. Or possibly a picture of a monkey trying to open a tin of soup. One of the two.

And I was just going to bang my head against random items of furniture and howl in pain and confusion at the utterly contradictory way that there’s this headlong rush towards evidence-based social intervention – if only we can collect enough data, we can control all of society! – based entirely on assumption, prejudice and blind faith.

But I can’t be arsed to do any of that, so I think I’ll just make a joke about Minority Report. Ahem. Hey, that idea’s quite like Minority Report, don’t you think? Heh.

Eh, needs a little work, perhaps.

posted on August 31, 2006 at 11:59 pm in News, Politics

ELFTBOS Day

BBC: “Keane happy to team up with Quinn

Following this lead, I hereby declare this day, August 29th, Everybody Lie For The Benefit Of Sunderland Day. Every year on this date, now and henceforth, I call on all like-minded individuals to come together and, in the manner most befitting to each person themselves, to lie through their teeth in an attempt to make Sunderland more happy.

I’ll kick off:

“I don’t see how a place that gave the world Bryan Ferry and Lauren Laverne can possibly be described as ‘Britain’s Least Creative City’.

posted on August 29, 2006 at 11:48 pm in Non-specific, Sport

When in Rome…

…do not blog.

Off for the week, to a city of history and art and learning and, you know… pasta and stuff. Back this weekend.

posted on August 21, 2006 at 5:50 pm in Site

Refuse collection

InziWayne Rooney has threatened the FA that he’ll refuse to take part in promotional activities because they gave him a ban.

Pakistan have refused to return to the pitch because they were accused of ball tampering. Then the umpires refused to return to the pitch, on the understandable grounds that the match was over.

In the light of these shameful and petulant actions, I am left with no alternative but to announce that I AM REFUSING TO BLOG ABOUT THESE INCIDENTS. I apologise if this upsets any fans, who I know paid a lot of money to be here today, but I must take a stand. I would have loved to blog these refusals, but sadly the actions of Wayne Rooney and the Pakistan cricket team have made that untenable. This is a matter of principle; a line must be drawn in the sand. I refuse to be held hostage by their refusals.

I sincerely hope that we will be able to resolve this situation, and return to blogging about refusing sportsmen in an amicable manner. But until then, I remain firm: there will be NO BLOGGING about sportsmen refusing to do things until they stop refusing to do things. I refuse to lower myself to their level of refusing to do things, so I won’t do that.

So there.

posted on August 20, 2006 at 6:56 pm in Sport

Review: Snakes on a MOTHERFUCKING PLANE

Samuel L Jackson plus SnakeOne of the greatest moments in the history of Newsnight Review (or The Late Review, as it was then) was when Tom Paulin somehow managed to find deep meaning in Speed.

Somewhere around Sandra Bullock’s line about “what did we do to this guy – did we attack his country?”, Paulin convinced himself that it was actually an insightful look at individual alienation in a fracturing world, or something.

This would not have happened with Snakes On A Plane.

Snakes On A Plane tries to do nothing other than to mine every possible nugget of fun from that old, old story – what happens when a crime lord tries to kill a key witness by putting a load of (***SPOILER***) snakes on a plane. There is no social realism. There is no analysis of political agency or the innate prejudice that lurks beneath the facade of civilisation. The snakes are not symbols for anything, except for how awesome snakes are.

It is, thank fuck, not Crash.

It knows what it is. It is a snakes on a plane movie. The director knows what it is, the cast know what it is, and Samuel L Jackson (throwing himself into it, super serious, like there’s an Oscar for Best Reptile Antagonist) sure as hell knows what it is. The studio, of course, didn’t know what it was for quite a long time, but finally they just threw their hands up and went with the flow.

It has the best snake/toilet scene I have ever witnessed

Yeah, you can tell where the re-shoots happened – the tone jumps about like a rattler on Pro-Plus on a hotplate. But that means that you get the juicy stuff – the shots, the dialogue, the impalements (there are a surprising number of impalements, sadly none of them [**SPOILER**] on frozen, sharpened snakes) that are the whole darn point of any good snakes on a plane movie. The Internet really should be credited as a co-director.

It’s funny, really funny; sometimes with an overt, campy winkiness, other times just through sheer, joyful oversnaking. And it’s also a proper gory eat ‘em up, with several guaranteed frights and plenty of gruesome herpetological face-twatting.

It has the best snake/toilet scene I have ever witnessed, to the extent that well over an hour later, you walk out of the cinema shaking your head at the realisation that you just saw a film where a dying man screams (**SPOILER**) “somebody get this fucking snake off my dick”. And it feels good.

The non-Jackson cast are also enjoyable, manfully refusing to act like they’re in Airplane! when many of them really actually are playing characters from Airplane!. It has Julianna Margulies from ER. It has Nancy from Peep Show as a vacuous bimbette with a dog. It has Champ Kind from Ron Burgundy playing the co-pilot, and playing him as Champ Kind from Ron Burgundy. Whammy!

Man and snakeCriticisms? Sure. Duh. The tone flaps about a bit, as I said. They actually include for real that thing from the Orange adverts, where the guy ruins movie pitches by saying (**SPOILER**) “could they save the day through picture messaging?” (Seriously, they do). And the ending is more than a touch anti-climactic, going a bit too far down the comedy flightpath, and lacking the really big scene you wanted with Jackson going mano e snako with a seriously huge bastard snake.

But really, it hardly matters. It’s an unashamed and unafraid out-and-out creature-feature, a righteous chunk of OTT snakesploitation that puts the snakes right where you want them. On a motherfucking plane. It’s not quite at the level of a classic like Tremors - but with any luck, the sequel can improve on that. Snakes on a Plain: Snakes v Graboids. You know it would work.

Rating:

posted on August 19, 2006 at 12:59 am in Film

Finally, a word that rhymes with “Zutons”

In the end, poor downtrodden Pluto got to win a prize at the IAU’s “Everybody Gets A Prize Day” event in Prague. Yay for not being nasty to freezing cold lumps of ice and rock! Under the new definition of a planet (“It is round and sort of like a planet”), not only does Pluto get to ride on the Big Bus with the Grown-Up Kids, but it even gets its own type of sort-of-but-not-really planet named after it. The new definition means that there are now two types of planet:

1) The Classical Planets (so named after Mike “I’m a Womble” Batt’s classical/rock fusion group).
2) The Plutons – Pluto, Charon, Xena, Buffy and, oh, several thousand others. Yes, a pluton does sound more like it should be a subatomic particle, doesn’t it?
3) Ceres

Now this- hang on. Ceres? No sooner do you think you’ve cleared up one anomalous pseudo-planetoid than another comes along. Who ordered that? Is this the behind-the-scenes influence of the powerful pro-Asteroid belt lobby at work?

Regardless, this is a great opportunity. We shouldn’t think of Ceres as the Theo Walcott of the planetary World Cup squad – a small object hardly anybody’s seen that nobody realistically believes will ever affect anything. Rather, planets are good; let’s have more of them. How about UB40 for a start? As long as the only qualities we care about are roundness and planetiness, then let’s stock up on them while we can. Let’s create our own. We no longer have to care about things like eccentricity in our definition (for example, UB40 has an eccentricity of 0.10524586. Pluto has an eccentricity of 0.24880766. The Zutons have an eccentricity of 1.00000.) We can go wild. Also, it means the Pluto Haterz will get eaten by dread Lord Cthulhu.

Hence, my proposed list of new planets is Mercury, Venus, Terra, Mars, UB40, 10CC, Ceres, Bizarro World, Jupiter, Planet X, Saturn, Planet Hollywood, Lonely Planet, Snakes On A Planet, Neptune, The Neptunes, Uranus, Ha Ha You Said Anus, Pluto, Tracey, Charon, The Zutons, The Coral, Xena, Buffy, Wolverhampton (get it away), Wolverhampton Wanderers (they’re a BIG CLUB) Mr Percy the Popular Planet and The War On Terra.

And that’s all I’ve got to say about the matter.

UPDATE: Jesus, you go away for a few days, you come back, and not only have you lost the three extra planets you just got given, but they’ve taken away one of the old ones as well. And the word “plutons” is dead as well, which now leaves the Zutons with only the standard unit of force (Newtons) as a somewhat unsatisfying half-rhyme.

posted on August 17, 2006 at 12:05 am in News, Sci/Tech

He Lives!

His Noodliness manifests himself:

His Noodliness

(via Pharyngula)

posted on August 14, 2006 at 10:04 pm in Pictures, Web

Killing time

Some things AOL users wanted to know how to kill. The major categories seem to be arthropods, plants, moles and yourself. Mostly yourself.

how to kill lice in hair
how to kill bees
how to kill a mockingbird
how to kill grubs
how to kill moles
how to kill grass without killing bushes
how to kill poison oak
how to kill people
how to kill yourself
how to kill oneself by natural gas
how to kill oneself by overdosing witn insulin
how to kill ants
how to kill myself
how to kill moles
how to kill a pitbull
how to kill fungus on a lawn in colorado
how to kill maggots in a wound
how to kill on pill
how to kill your mother in law
how to kill a tree stump
how to kill cancer
how to kill fleas.com
how to kill your boyfriend
how to kill gay people named t
how to kill yourself easily
how to kill cancer fast as possible with a natural way
how to kill without a trace
how to kill yourself with vodka and ambien
how to kill roaches free
how to kill your husband in 10 days
how to kill the best burgers
how to kill lawn moles
how to kill kids

And a special prize goes to the delightful potential eggcorn “how to kill and not get court”.

posted on August 14, 2006 at 8:47 pm in Web

Disco Inferno

Speaking of newspapers that we would like to see Stay Classy, today’s Evening Standard Lite:

Stay classy, Standard Lite

All out ground war in the Middle East? Bring out the disco anthems!

The argument that took place between my brain and my eyes when I saw this (“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” “Dude, you’re the one interpreting these images.” “Yeah, but… nobody can actually have thought that was a good idea, right?” “Maybe it’s satire, a critique of the gung ho attitude of the IDF.” “From the Standard Lite?” “Hey, I just absorb photons, don’t look at me.” “I can’t look at you, you’re my eyes.” “I WIN, BRAINIAC.”) can probably be considered an overwhelming victory for the Standard’s subs.

posted on August 2, 2006 at 8:10 pm in Journalism, News, Stay classy