20140607

Crushed!

I think its the first episode of the second series of Endeavour: the 'prequel' to the great detective series Morse.

Clearly the young Morse was not as lettered as one would have hoped. He referred to the biblical book of Revelation as 'revelations'. Sorry Morse, sorry script writing ninny...its singular, not plural...talk about under-educated!

20140606

I'm not free and you shouldn't be either!

I had to endure a seminar on 'cultural awareness' to do with my work. The deal was this: people come here from other cultures, not because our culture outperforms theirs (which it does...that's why they are coming), but so they can keep going with their under-performing culture and ignore ours. So we have to mold what we say and do to fit them in.

Bullshit!

What we should do is help them to understand our culture: our laws, our basic respect for people and the rule of law, and unlike Islam, you don't kill people who don't share your beliefs. If they don't want that, then back home they go.

The killer statement at the seminar was from a women who was talking about the disadvantages she suffered because she was (wait for it...) "a woman (yes we could guess that, under the black tent she was wearing), and a Moslem."

I was itching to suggest she move to Saudi Arabia and try it out for oppression: she could still be a woman there, but everyone is Moslem! Under Islam, of course she would then really be disadvantaged!

Of course, she could change the last problem in Australia: stop being a Moslem.  Can't do that in Saudi!

So, to help people who come to Australia, what should we do? Replicate their failed culture, and turn Australia into a mirror of the dud state they came from? Or explain that the reason the find Australia attractive is because it is NOT like the product of their home culture.

20140530

More stupid things that businesses do/believe/think/say

Apparently some people put their interests on their resumes. Can't think why. Whenever I've recruited someone, I couldn't care less that they like knitting. But it seems that some business people think that interests tell them something: bushwalking is out; its too 'solitary', whereas yoga is a Good Thing.
One commenter saw through this, tho'


20140526

National Sorry Day

Today is 'national sorry day' a day when we're supposed to be sorry for Aboriginies.

Well I am!

I'm sorry that so many of them live with abuse and neglect at the hands of their relations and that their children have to be removed for their own safety and welfare.

I'm sorry that so many aboriginal children are sexually assaulted by aboriginal adults.

I'm sorry that so many aboriginal adults have had the incentive for work displaced by patronising 'welfare' payments that prevent them from controlling their lives.

That's what I'm sorry about.

But I'm not sorry for attempting to save people from a manifestly failed culture.

20140407

My Kitchen Rules...just got to be perfect

My Kitchen Rules is a TV comedy on channel 7 in Sydney. Its about people who like getting publicly humiliated cooking for show.

And guess what...every episode when the cooks get into the deep and meaningful 'I've got a secret for you' commentary we get told over and over and over again that a particular dish, component or, wait for it, even the sauce...has to be, well...perfect.

As though this is news!

At least the judges have a wider vocabulary than this tell us nothing statement.

20140325

Frost...D&P...Midsomer

Watching an old Frost (early 90s) recently, I thought a few of the players looked familiar: the credits confirmed it. Colin Buchanan, playing the role of a uniformed constable, a bit part: he clearly had a good career, being promoted to detective inspector in Dalziel and Pascoe -- mid to late 90s-- (he was Pascoe), and Neil Dudgeon, who had been a detective inspector, but was bumped back to ' constable for a bit of biffo in the nick. He ended up a det. chief super (I think) in Midsomer Murders (2013), replacing his cousin played by John Nettles.

20140119

Mr

In a coffee shop recently, after ordering, I was asked my name. Evidently, they'd call it out when my order was ready. Not thinking, I told them my real name: "Egbert," I said.  Shop keepers and waiters are getting too familiar. Next time, it'll be "Mr Fluggelbender", or "Mr Crapstealer" or something.