Lordy! I think we went through the whole of April without condemnation. I condemn that.
So, time again to condemn. So here’s a tenth open condemnation thread. What’s getting up your goat this week? Which evil political, cultural, social and religious phenomena need condemnation?
You can condemn anything except The Howling Bells. But you can condemn gigs that start at 11pm on a Wednesday night so workers can’t really go – and just after bloody Labour Day too!
I would like to condemn the use of the following phrases in blog comments:
“Ad-hominem”
“Straw-man”
“Just sayin’”
I deplore the first two, as they have grown weary from over-use and are often bent into positions not recommended by the manufacturers. The last? For some reason I find it profoundly irritating.
Mr C — How about “Ad-strawman”?
You can have my post hoc ergo propter hoc when you pry it from my cold, dead hands!
I condemn the creeping use of ‘transportation’ when the speaker really means ‘transport’. Similarly ‘visitation’ instead of ‘visit’. I could go on.
Australopithicus became successful because none of the other hominids would stand up to him.
As a trained, affirmative action anthropologist, I condemn that.
No, but I do condemn the Howling Bells! Waikiki was a much better name for them.
Ah thank you. I couldn’t remember the name of the band that was supporting Placebo earlier this year (I quite enjoyed them).
I condemn the phrase “rate of knots”.
I condemn Sego Royal for her disgraceful veiled threats of street violence, in effect aiding and abetting (if not helping incite) the post-election riots that have brought so much, um, honor to French democracy (and this after they did so admirably well with their turnout, too!). Very unprofessional, and most un-presidential. Judging by this, it’s a good thing she lost, sad to say.
I condemn myself for not condemning myself earlier. At this point, I’d also like to condemn myself, though not in relation to not condemning myself earlier.
I still condemn Jamie Lyon.
I condemn shitty Linksys WAG54G routers and also concern trolls, they have been annoying me a lot lately.
I condemn myself for investing so much of my emotional health in a one-sided and abusive relationship with the Fremantle Dockers.
But what you gonna do eh?
I condemn my rabbit for urinating on the carpet three feet from his litter tray.
Grrrrr!!!
poor rabbit, he just got caught short!
I condemn Microsoft PowerPoint.
If only it were so, dj. To piss in the particular place that he has, he had to go out of his way. This appears to be the latest depredation in a steadily escalating conflict between us, although for the life of me I can’t figure out which of my many actions was initially deemed offensive. Rabbits can be both totally inscrutable in their motives, and also hold grudges for unreasonable lengths of time.
I condemn John Greenfield for using smiley emoticons when he thinks (sic) he has made a clever, humorous retort. (I condemn myself for using “smiley” and “emoticon”).
I condemn John Greenfield for having Kylie Minogue and AC/DC in his head at the same time, and Fiasco da Gama for making that possible.
(Good luck with the weekend’s tomcatting, JG)
I also condemn woulfe for not going far enough:
Powerpoint corrupts
Absolute Powerpoint corrupts absolutely
http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/11.09/ppt2.html
Ouch
Is the Tufte article an example of an ad instrumentum argument?
Just wonderin’
I condemn myself for not knowing what ‘ad instrumentum’ means, and being unable to find a definition.
Does it mean, in this context, that Powerpoint is, by it’s nature, impossible to use for good purposes? As opposed to a tool that is merely used badly or ineffectively?
I condemn pig Latin!
Don’t mean to cause a blogstorm, but I condemn porn. The mainstream stuff generally, but anything that treats my entire gender as objects.
As always, I condemn people who yell at me when I’m walking down the street.
I condemn fluffy little bunnies for being so damn cute, and my landlord for disallowing pets.
But I praise Architecture in Helsinki for their concert tonight, which I must start getting ready for (9pm at the Zoo), and which will inevitably be fantastic.
I condemn, outside of banana lounges, the use of the term ‘comfort food’.
You know someone actually did fuse AC/DC and Kylie on Triple-J a few years ago. It is not a figment of Fiasco’s or John’s imagination.
I condemn social-fascist musical reactionary running-dog David “Goldstein” Jackmanson. War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery. Wrong is sometimes oh, so, right.
I condemn the musical ultra-left/Trotskyite adventurist Fiasco da Gama for placing the gains of the Revolution of 1987-1991 http://youtube.com/watch?v=RPjggN-KByI at great risk by following policies that actively encourage and provoke intervention by the worst type of counter-revolutionary.
“I’ll fight but not surrender“, said the wild colonial boy.
Oh, alright, I condemn myself too, for bastardising my high school Latin. Mea culpa, Brother Cusack, mea maxima culpa.
Tufte’s argument attacks slideware tools when in fact what’s getting up his nose is sloppy speaking.
We condemn the utter lack of even halfway-decent comics in the funnies pages. I mean really, it’s an absolute freakin’ desert out there.
I think it implies a poor tradesperson blaming their tools…
Non Sequitur is in The Age and SMH, but jea, the Brisbane pages are pretty dull. But why even look at the meatspace ones when there are so many online?
I condemn Adam Gall for bitching about his begrudgeoned bunny without linking to the Disapproving Rabbits site.
I condemn the lack, so far, of Aeon Flux images on this thread:
“Don’t mean to cause a blogstorm, but I condemn porn. The mainstream stuff generally, but anything that treats my entire gender as objects.”
I condemn the condemnation of porn as a category, but not the condemnation of the mainstream stuff. I also condemn worthy, bourgeois, vaguely erotic art. Long live the Marquis de Sade, and long live Angela Carter!
I also condemn my own ignorance re: dissaproving rabbits (and condemn myself for not thanking tigtog for the link).