Friday, 11 April 2014

When we support each other, all of us become stronger

I think there is actually a proviso in the rules of Cricket for just such an eventuality as depicted above, but being a human living in the year 2014 I have no way to be sure, as no-one can tell the truth from the folk tales these days, Cricket being seen by most of the British population as an urban legend much like Black Shuck and the CHUDs of London, though there's a lot of evidence to suggest that Cricket was actually played in the British Isles as recently as the 1950s.  It's worth pointing out that it's just as likely this evidence is anecdotal, based on glimpses of the sport on television which were most probably episodes of Doctor Who, but I decided to use Cricket as a bit of British flavor for the J6 strip as non-Brits still think it's a real sport played there, much as they believe that Scotland still has a dinosaur living in its largest lake.  Not that I'm knocking non-Brits - in this part of the world, it's still believed by many that the American Bigfoot isn't extinct, and that Texas isn't part of Mexico.

After the two weekend strips, I think that's the last we'll be seeing of J6 here on YFaN, though I think the blog itself is coming to the end of its useful life anyway and will shortly be taken to the knackers yard and turned into whiskey money.  IT'S WHAT HE WOULD WANT.

Have a good weekend, y'all.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

There's no such thing as "man flowers"

Nearly done with this turkey now.  I'll miss being able to post every day, but won't miss waving my failures at the world.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Go wash up - you all stink of money

I'm genuinely sorry to see Maria Miller go, as if you have come to hate them as much as I do, she was the best thing that happened to the Condems.  I thought she'd hang in there a bit longer, because Lord knows she gave no indication of shame or contrition, only acknowledging the growing public ill-feeling towards her when she made a late attempt to send her aides to sow a desperate conspiracy-theory story painting her detractors as a cabal of bitter homophobes in the Tory press pushing a non-story upon the great unwashed, a conspiracy she continued to push even in her long-overdue resignation letter and which her boss Dave Cameron - some sort of quango appointee, I assume, as he doesn't seem to have been elected by the public to his current office - responded to with an open admission that she was investigated for other expenses wrongdoing but, hey - those didn't come to anything so she mustn't have done anything wrong even that time she definitely did do something wrong and was forced - forced - to publicly apologise to parliament for it.
The entitlement of the establishment throughout the whole affair - not just from Miller, but from Cameron who makes a clumsy attempt to move the goalposts even after the final whistle - is telling, and shows the assumption they work from that public money is their money and that their jobs as public servants exist not to exercise the will of the electorate (fair play they already admitted that when they failed to win the confidence of a majority of it), but as a kind of Rube Goldberg machine which they have to play with in order to find a way to funnel that money into their own pockets.
Miller was an albatross who was dragging the Condems down just as sure as she was being dragged kicking and screaming towards her own resignation, and it's a damn shame she's let them get off as scott free as she herself has, citing even in her goodbye missive that she isn't actually going very far from the teat of public money to which she is entitled to suckle upon.  All that remains now is to see what unelected position within government she is rewarded with.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

You better go be the best goddamn investment banker this city has ever seen

Haha it's almost like I have no clue what I am doing.

Watching:
Crisis - a tv show about the kidnapped kids of the American elite being held hostage to the plans of  a CIA operative with a Long Game that's unveiled over the course of the season, a female FBI agent must blah-de-blah-de-blah.  It's by-the-numbers stuff for a 2014 tv show, and not a patch on similar efforts like The Blacklist.
The Blacklist - ex-CIA operative with a Long Game, female FBI agent, blah-de-blah.  Unlike Crisis, there's effort made to present an identifiable format with a villain-of-the-week framework, as James Spader's intelligence broker manipulates the FBI into taking down a list of his customers and competitors while insinuating himself into the life of a seemingly random agent.  Spader does a very watchable smarmy sociopath and the rest of the cast is good even when working with some pretty leaden stereotypes, though the season arc peels back the layers of the onion faster than is usual so there's some brisk character development unusual for this kind of episodic telly.
The Following is a show which stars Kevin Bacon as Kevin Bacon, a hard-drinking maverick with nothing to lose who defies the conventional methods of the FBI in pursuit of a charismatic serial killer as he plays by his own rules, except when he breaks them because he doesn't play by anyone's rules - not even his own.  It is high camp stuff and not to be taken seriously - which I admit may be a redundant observation as I have already pointed out that it stars Kevin Bacon.
I have no idea what Continuum is supposed to be about - there, I've said it. It started out as a sci-fi show about a copper from the future pursuing terrorists into the past, but then it just sort of milled about for a season and a half before becoming dull and scattershot.  I suppose someone must still be watching it, I'm just not sure why I am.

Monday, 7 April 2014

Don't do anything that affects anything

The internet is abuzz today with chatter about the return of everyone's favorite fantasy series that - because just enjoying something for what it is isn't enough these days - doubles as a keenly-observed allegory of the struggles of - and ultimate irrelevance of - the poor in the face of rich white people's monopoly of the mechanisms of social order, complete with the expected outrageous and leftfield turns of fortune for plots and characters alike that drop like bombshells into stories and leave you unsteady.
I speak of course of Lifetime's Drop Dead Diva, a show about rich white people who love money.  Rich, white Christian people who love money (the series mythos is rooted in Western Christian theology), whose central protagonist's karmic donkey-punch comes when she is prevented from being skinny and blonde and has to work for a living - a nightmare scenario, I'm sure we can all agree.

Also some gay shit about dragons and elves is back on TV, but I'll only watch that when I run out of shows that matter.