I also condemn Viacom from yanking a lotta good you tube stuff for shortsighted legal reasons without seriously considering how it would keep some of its niche brand properties alive for the long term.

And I condemn Ed Neumeier for writing and directing Starship Troopers 3:Marauders in such a way that a potentially brillant Phildickian mind fucking concept was quite deflated at the end by the lack of courage to go the final yard.

However I certainly do not condemn Amanda Donohoe’s chilling yet charismatic portrayal in this flick of a futuristic female Heinrich Himmler with a real narrative/caharacter twist at the end.

Seriously chaps, check out Starship Troopers 3:Marauders. It went straight to DVD and it’s pretty damn clunky here and there in direction, acting and dialogue. But it has a smart plot and it’s both far more ruthlessly satirical than the first film about a society in permanent war mode and more accurate about Heinlein’s queasy original vision in some ways. And as I mentioned before, there’s some seriously mindfucking teleological ideas being played with within it. Plus some great new bugs.
Not your average D-movie.

I condemn dry air which makes skin itchy and scratchy and my current lack of a body moisturiser.

Christ on a bike yes. My skin’s so dusty I look like someone put me through the washing machine with a box of tissues, a white rabbit and 5 minutes of TV snow. I can sand entire planks of wood into toothpicks simply by walking past quickly. When I invite the Sahara over for dinner it always gives me a funny look and mutters something about being busy. And then I got o Centrelink and they have the heaters on. But that’s another condemn.

Don’t often indulge in celebrity commiseration. I’ll make an exception here.

Exasperated mother: “No darl, we didn’t come here for toys, and you’ve got so many Bratz already”

Whiny 8-year-old girl: “But she’s new… and she’s so hot!”

8-year-old girl, doll looks like a cross between toddler and cheerleader.

*pukes into environmentally sensible green bag*

I mean, bl**dy hell! If you’re gunna aspire to greatness, one does NOT do so by choosing to compare oneself with the Brits!! They are crap. They are especially crap at competitive sports. They can’t beat us in a straight 1:1 contest, so how in heavens name are they going to outdo us in an internetional event, up against the Kenyans, Uzbekhis, Germans and Canadians???? I mean, come on!! Set your sights a bit higher, Aussies. At least aspire to out-perform the Kiwis!!

It’s time we all set aside those old, smouldering national resentments, and forgot that superior attitude the Poms take to us colonial upstarts. Just ignore the Brits, they are hopeless.

What?
WHAT????? !!!!!!! ?????? !!!!!!

“XIV” covered very nicely by Herr Bismarck von Hamburg. I don’t condemn Roman numerals.

“Here’s a rare look into the shooting gallery. It comes in the form of an offer document to the corporate sector being circulated by Labor HQ in the interests of raising money for the party. And on any measure it’s Kevin Rudd who’s up for sale.

Under the auspices of the Federal Labor Business Forum here’s how that offer goes; it starts with a $15,000 package which entitles two company representatives to meet Labor’s “rising stars”, attend a three-day retreat to “liaise with the entire ministry, discuss specific issues with ministers in smaller settings, and hear an address from the Prime Minister”.”

(http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24196163-7583,00.html)

Further to the ‘lympics posting earlier, I condemn all those male athletes who make me terribly self-conscious as I slouch in my chair getting flabbier. Those gymnasts in particular! And it doesn’t help that those guys on So You Think You Can Dance are back with their shirts off, too…

How can a guy gently slip into a well padded existence with that in his face all the time???