Archive for August, 2006

Tie Rack: Your New Illuminati Card

Here’s a conspiracy theory for you: Tie Rack are a decentralised, corporate-funded, international network of smugglers and drug runners. It stands to reason:

  • Do you really think there’s a market for a shop that sells only ties? Okay, I know that they also sell umbrellas and scarves: but really… most of their shops are at transportation hubs like airports and train stations – I wonder how many people ever say, “Well, I’m off to [important event] and I can’t find a suitable tie… but it’s okay, because I can get one on the way! Thank heavens for Tie Rack™!” I don’t buy it: they’ve got to be a front to something bigger.
  • And it stands to reason that they’re in the perfect place to be into smuggling: drugs, illegal documents, whatever… they have a store (which is open 24-hours a day) at every major international airport in the Western hemisphere. But where is the shop? It’s on the other side of customs and excise and passport control – by the time you get to Tie Rack, they’ve already taken your bottle of water and your nail clippers off you… plus: when have you ever seen security do a random stop-and-search on a man wearing a tie.
  • Do you really think that the lorry loads of ties that get transported into airports every day are searched for drugs and weapons? Of course not: they’re not getting on a ‘plane – or are they? Tie Rack’s expert network of traffickers turn up at the airport (and can be searched all that security wish: they’re clean) and then, while in the departure lounge waiting for their flight to be cancelled they decide to buy a tie (or perhaps an umbrella or a handbag). And that’s where they pick up what they’re transporting…
  • …few airports bother to do a drugs scan when you get off the ‘plane: why bother – the airport at the other end did it already, and most of the security guards, especially these days, are preoccupied with ensuring that no suspicious-looking muslims get anywhere near an aircraft without a full body cavity search. The mules have already arrived with their package. For the price of an EasyJet flight accross Europe you can bring cannabis and extacy from Holland or opiates from Turkey and nobody knows any better.
  • How’d they get started? Well, they’re the new arm of the Italian mafia! Even their web site proudly states that they’re “genuinely Italian”. Wikipedia reports that the company acts as a major retailler for the Frangi retail group… guess where Frangi are from: Sicily.

If I go missing in the near future, it’s because I’ve revealed Tie Rack’s dirty secret. You know what to do.

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A Postcard From Heather

We’ve just received a postcard from Heather

Cheddar Cave


…which immediately got us out of The Game. For those that aren’t sure how that could have happened from an innocuous postcard, the blame goes to Jimmy, who took great pains to get us to associate the word cheese with The Game. Heather writes:

Hello Troma Geeks!

Thought you’d all appreciate this lovely cheesy postcard. Weather here remarkably like Aber, but seaside not so good. Difficult to have BBQ on sinking sand. Is also very good alcohol country – every pub is a CAMRA member & has a cask marque. All kinds of bizarre wines. Tell Jimmy I’ve found his ideal part of the world!

Heather

Thought I’d share that with you all this morning. Right: off to work…

Chinese Funerals And Sudo

Scott Adams has written a fabulous blog entry about strippers at Chinese funerals, but it’s not quite as funny as the latest xkcd comic. For those who aren’t sufficiently geeky (if you’re a geek: read the comic first then come back here), sudo is a command found on some computer systems that allows you to act as if you had greater (typically) priviledges than you wouild normally have. In the comic, the speaker attempts to do something, fails (because he’s not permitted to perform that operation), and tries again, this time using sudo.

Well; I thought it was funny.

If you’re still not laughing, watch How Lord Of The Rings Should Have Ended.

Strange Happenings In LiveJournalLand

Strange. First Faye’s comment on Andy’s controversial blog post diappears. Now her entire LiveJournal is empty of posts (not just friends-only but gone, as far as I can see), but the account still exists.

Faye? What’s going on? Has the internet eaten you whole?

EDIT: The plot thickens. I’ve just remembered that I noticed this weekend that Faye changed her RockMonkey page recently: it’s now a lot tamer than it used to be, doesn’t link to ARSEnalScumDepreciationSociety, and one of Andy’s infamous spelling mistakes has been fixed. Perhaps the internet really is eating Faye up…

Arrow Tag

Here’s a fab little Flash game I just discovered: Arrow Tag. I’ve just won with a time of 14 minutes and 35 seconds. Think you can beat me?

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Orgasms And Biochemistry

Just read a great article on brain activity during sexual stimulation and specifically upon orgasm: scanning people’s brains while they’re engaged in sexual activity with their partners has lead to some fascinating results. From the article:

In men, greater activity was seen in the insula, which deals with emotion, and particularly in the secondary somatosensory cortex, which rates the significance of physical sensations. This suggests that the sensory input coming from the genitals is being judged highly important and pleasurable by the brain.

Women, however, show very little increased brain activity, and only in the primary somatosensory cortex – which registers purely that a sensation in the genitals is there.”In women the primary feeling is there, but not the marker that this is seen as a big deal,” Dr Holstege said.”For males, touch itself is all-important. For females, it is not so important.”

I fascination turned to amusement when I read about some of the difficulties the participants had under experimental conditions, though:

The experiments also revealed a rather surprising effect: both men and women found it easier to have an orgasm when they kept their socks on. Draughts in the scanning room left couples complaining of “literally cold feet”, and providing a pair of socks allowed 80 per cent rather than 50 per cent to reach a climax while their brains were scanned.

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A Town Called Eureka – People Enjoy This?

We’ve been watching a little of A Town Called Eureka of late, following the discovery that Matt watches it and so does my mum. We watched the first episode earlier this week, which I found to be well-performed and a great idea… but terribly realised. Nonetheless, I thought to myself, it was a pilot episode and they are often shaky, so last night we watched the second episode.

What follows is my annotated synopsis of the episode. If you plan to watch it, you might want to skip it, but I’d recommend reading my comments and then simply skipping it:

Start Of Spoilers
The episode starts where the last one left off, with Jack Carter having just taken up his position of sheriff in the town of Eureka, Walter Perkins has been killed by a tacyon-related accident, and his wife Susan has been killed in a fake suicide.

During the course of the episode, a partially visible glowing humanoid shape is seen around town, and sightings are accompanied by electromagnetic disturbances which shut down computers and damage lights, but only when it’s convenient to the plot for it to do so. Meanwhile, Susan reappears in town, and it becomes apparent that there are two of them which an atomic-level analysis shows are identical, which, of course, would not be the case even for identical twins or clones because of chemical changes due to diet, lifestyle, etc. A DNA test, which would have actually proven that one was a twin or clone, is not done, because it would be “too primitive” (even though it could conceivably achieve the correct result, albeit with less flashy lights and cool scientific equipment). Curiously, despite never having met and the clone having been made seven years ago, the two women dress identically at all times. It is later determined that one of the women must be a fully-grown clone made by Walter, and a scientist makes a throwaway remark that this would explain why the computer had said that the dead Susan was made of “younger” materials, but for some reason he didn’t bring this up earlier, instead claiming that the two were identical.

Normally rational scientists turn to supernatural beliefs in order to explain the electromagnetic disturbances and the humanoid figure, repeatedly talking about “ghosts”. It later appears that Walter, killed last episode, is not dead but is merely “existing in an alternate timestream” (which by itself is fine – this is a work of fiction, but I don’t appreciate the way that the scientists feel the need to use oversimplistic analyses and excessive buzzwords when talking to each other). In any case, they put him into a device resembling a magic eight ball (which they presumabley had lying around for just this kind of occurance) which will make him all fine again. His former wife, the original Susan, has since pieced together the full story: after they divorced seven years ago, he came to Eureka, made a clone of her, built the house that they had designed together and had a son. In the end, despite the fact that doing so will probably cause irreparable damage to the boy, the original Susan agrees to stay (after all, they only divorced once, then he made a clone of her which, when it died, caused great distress to her family, and now – despite being an intelligent woman, she’s decided that a woman who looks identical to his mother but knows nothing about him is a better adoptive parent for a young boy than, say, anybody else on Earth).

Oh yeah, and Jack Carter moves into a house with a personality and a will of it’s own but no overrides. Well, I suppose comic effect is allowed.
Spoilers end.
The problem with the show, I suppose, is that it doesn’t know what it wants to be. The idea behind it lines it up perfectly to be a great sitcom, but it’s hard to see the humour because it’s trying so hard to be a gritty drama. Meanwhile, unforgivably awful pseudo-science means that you want to hurt yourself, or, failing that, the screenwriter. The action seems distant from the characters: always as if everything will work itself out in the end and the actors just came along for the ride. Rather than actually having anything to do with the plot they just sit in the foreground and make jokes about the scientific buzzwords that they’re saying, and each other’s inability to comprehend them.

The show pisses me off.

A Town Called Eureka Presents “Troma Night”

Matt made a blog post about a TV series – A Town Called Eureka – which he’s been watching. In episode 4 (which has just been broadcast in the UK, two weeks behind the US schedule) several of the characters get together in a cramped space full of technology to watch films, once a week. Matt observes that everything in this segment of the episode just reeks of Troma Night – all that’s missing is a sponge-throwing and a Hollywood Pizza delivery to make the two identical.

I’ve put a copy of the relevent scenes online: click here to watch. You’ll need Flash Player version 8 or above and a reasonably-fast internet connection.

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ScummVM DS Is Just Wonderful

Woo! I’ve managed to get ScummVM DS working on my Nintendo DS. Put simply, this means I can play fab old LucasArts games like all the best Monkey Island games, Day of the Tentacle, Indiana Jones and The Fate Of Atlantis, and Sam & Max Hit The Road (which is on my screen right now). It’s just plain beautiful.

Really… just… beautiful.

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On The Implausability Of The Explosives Plot

I read a really great article over on the Interesting People mailing list today: On The Implausability Of The Explosives Plot. It’s well-written, only slightly cynical, and – crucially – exhibits a knowledge of chemistry and basic security policy that seems to be beyond the entire research teams of the scaremongering governments of today’s Western world. Plus, it’s amusing. Enjoy.

On a not-unrelated note, if you didn’t see The Power Of Nightmares when it was broadcast and haven’t seen it since, you’ve missed out. Follow the link.

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