south park the 25th annif concert...

they took our jobs!

as a rule:

musicals shit me

operas shit me

movies with musical numbers (even if they 'move the plot along') shit me

even recorded performances by kick arse bands shit me

But they don't shit me one tiny eentzy weentzy miniscule

Macroscopic nanoseismic pan-insignificant zoophytic

Neo-nonexistent bit compared to the way...

I shit me!

(thanks to humphrey b flaubert)

but THIS does not shit me.

Evel Shitnievel

if any misty eyed sentimental old carnt ever tries to tell you that the 1970s were cool

just show them this vid

(or a pic of Slade)

and watch them shut up for all eternity

the worlds busiest hairport...

 

ever been to Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport?

its like a huge busy shopping centre carpark

full of cars buzzing about

but with big beastie planes!

its fucking huuuuuuge!

going back to sabah, gonna have myself a time...

 

a long time ago 

on a timeline far away

in fact thirty years ago

a slightly terrified 

young buffoon had a (to him) unexpected stop over

in kota kinabalu, malaysia

on his way to tokyo

for his first solo international trip

he gawped at beautiful beach/jungle combo from his hublot

as the plane descended along the coast

shortly after

during the couple of hours hanging around the international lounge

he saw a beautiful multiracial couple

him tanned and tall bule with flowing blonde hair

her gracious slim malay with long glossy dark hair

as he somewhat jealously admired the glamorous couple

he decided that he would come back to this exotic tropical land one day

for his honeymoon

!!!

now three decades later

he is finally set to return

(alas without the presumed blushing bride on his arm

as that timeline hit a particularly jagged reef

on the tempestuous seas of the intervening years)

yet going back he is yoda

la premiere foto d'un homme?

dans 1838 a paris

un mec qui se apellait louis daguerre 

a pris le premiere photo de un etre humain 

il etait un passant qui se faisait cirer ses chaussures

et pourquoi?

'car il est resté suffisamment immobile pour figurer sur cette image

car le long temps de pose nécessaire à la photo (le procédé du daguerréotype nécessite un temps de pose d’une durée de 7 à 20 minutes)

n’a pas permis d’enregistrer l’animation qui régnait d’ordinaire sur le boulevard.'

En 1839, Samuel Morse, l’inventeur du télégraphe, à qui Louis Daguerre a montré la photo, écrit :

“Les objets en mouvement ne s’impressionnent pas. Le boulevard, si constamment rempli d’une cohue mouvante de piétons et de voitures, était parfaitement désert, à l’exception d’un individu qui était en train de faire cirer ses bottes. Bien entendu, ses pieds durent rester immobiles pendant un moment, l’un posé sur la boîte du cireur, l’autre sur le sol. En conséquence, ses bottes et ses jambes ont été bien définies, mais il n’a ni corps ni tête, car ceux-ci étaient en mouvement.”

bien fait louis!

un ne peut pas imaginer combien il aurait ete complique faire un photobomb a la epoque!

no boost in de oost

before world war twee

the jewel in the dutch colonial crown was indonesia

or Nederlands-Indië

but

with the expansion of the japanese empire

the dutch got kicked out of those spicily bountiful isles

but like many eurobastard empires

they didnt get de hint

that time was up for their colonial plundering/murdering adventures

so after the end of the war in the pacific

and the nihon jin were sent home

those naughty nederlanders 

were once again hanging about where they werent wanted

and tying to reclaim their lost prize

but the orang indonesia werent having it

and wanted their independensi!

wat zal het zijn?!?

(an) new worst album... ever?

 

fucking waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

pendant qu'on parle de (neo) colonialisme...

How France Condemned Haiti, Guinea and Other African Countries To Poverty

ou

encore une autre histoire de cupidité et de cruauté française dans le monde (post) colonial

(Last) Chhello Show

little samay lives in a poor rural village in gujarat

although his family belongs to a relatively important caste

his father fucked up and is reduced to being a chai walla at the local (rarely frequented) train station

and terrible news looms

as they learn that there will soon be only express trains that wont stop at the local station

samay discovers the local cinema

he falls in love

he starts skipping school

and sneaking inside

but he gets caught by the owner

kicked out and banned from the premises

later as he sadly loiters outside the cinema

he befriends the projectionist

who lets him watch the movies from his booth

in exchange for his delicious lunch that his mum prepares

samay is in (cinema) paradiso!

but the cinema is getting changed to digital

and his buddy is out of a job!

little samay nicks old films and bits and pieces of equipment

from the warehouse where they are stored

and makes his own mini cinema with his mates

eventually he goes on to make his own films with his mates

with their rickety nicked parts

will he go on to cinematic greatness as a director?

or will his dreams go the way of countless others without financial means?

if cinema paradiso floated your barca

get your gujurati gear going

and check out this slice of loveliness...

i find your lack of faith disturbing, you slags!

 

infrastructure maintenance is bad for humanity mmkay?

Dead Man Comes Alive After Ambulance Hits Pothole!