Me, Myself & I (A Joint Short Shorts Production)

Due to the expected stoppages thanks to football Blogging will no doubt be non-existant until Monday. Hopefully I shall spend the weekend celebrating an exciting 4-0 win over Trinidad & Tobago. Or possibly getting loads of stick about that not happening.

In a follow up to a post on Ten-Bob Dylan's site I'd like to direct you to Onion AV Club's review of the new Regina Spektor album (though they seem to be having a bit of database trouble at the moment).

• Everybody's seen that photo of the cat and the bear, right?


• A Truly Bad Idea


• Textual Self(?) Censorship a brief history.


• Roly Poly A cute, addictive game with an interesting interface, via Jay Is... who brings the good stuff daily and this week he's been on a tear...

Obligatory Comment is Free Post

I'm not sure who Flic Everett is, according to her profile she likes to write about sex. A lot. not that this should discourage her from pontificating in the Guardian's excellent resource for lazy comedians, Comment is Free, on any topic she likes including football and the state of the blogosphere. Though perhaps if she decides to take on both at the same time then the next time shes tries she should try harder than this:

The World Cup has turned the blogosphere into a virtual stadium full of shouting know-alls.

Once you've missed the point entirely, blogs having been around for at least a couple of world cups and already being full to the brim with shouting know-alls, reiterating it in a couple of different ways only helps to show how wide of the mark you truly are:

If you are a writer who fervently believes that when Sven stumbles across your blog he will finally make that tactical shift you've been suggesting for years, it must feel good to hold power at last; if you're convinced Gary and Alan are scouring the internet, in a desperate bid to identify the next outspoken studio pundit, it may well feel great.

But wasn't it only the other week that the Guardian's movie critic was fervently believing that people should not just read his reviews but act on them?

Burt Bacharach: Blogger

That's right! Over at The Huffington Post, Burt Bacharach has made his first blog post:

Elvis sang my last two lines with the very strong intensity I felt:

"Things really have to change,
Or we're all fucked!"

Nobody has ever sung fucked like Elvis Costello.

In Praise Of Laughin' Len

As my regular readers (yes, that's a cocky plural there) know, I regularly steal links from 3 Quarks Daily. 3QD, though, also generate their own content, today Alta Price explains what it is she likes about Leonard Cohen, sort of:

Leonard Cohen’s music first came to me in my early teens. I fell deeply in love, and thought, this will pass, this is an adolescent thing, a phase, an infatuation; time or luck will have me grow out of this.

Life Imitates The Simpsons

Not, though, in a good way:

Two brothers are seriously ill in a Southampton hospital after a family barbecue exploded when it was doused with petrol.

Totally Expected Context

Kathy Sierra over at Creating Passionate Users has a thought-provoking post on the power of unexpected context. Especially this bit:

Context: Rock concert--successful indie band
Delightful Out-of-Context Surprise: The lead singer calls out the names of long-time regulars from the fan message board who said they were going to be there.
That happened to my daughter at a Travis show in Denver.

Of course, the thought the above provoked in me was Travis reading out a list of names is much better than Travis doing any of their songs. And it probably rocked harder.

Cut Out & Keep

Has porn entered mainstream cinema for good? asks Mark Kermode in the Guardian. His answer could almost be a cndb for frustrated cineastes. I'll be printing out copies and hand them round the pub at the weekend...

Over the past few years, Cannes has developed a reputation for championing porno chic, much of it thoroughly meretricious. Back in the late 1990s, I got thrown out of a screening of Lars von Trier's imbecilic The Idiots for heckling a fatuous, hard-core sex scene which was provoking cries of 'Bravo' from the boorish cognoscenti. Last year, the equally empty-headed Mexican movie, Battle in Heaven, received a standing ovation for no reason that I could discern other than the fact that it started and ended with a blowjob.

Even More Jokers To The Right

Feeling the success of his list of top 50 Conservative Rock Songs, John J Miller gives us 50 also rans.

Now, considering that five of the last few songs on the previous list were: "Taxman, Mr. Thief," by Cheap Trick; "Wind of Change," by The Scorpions; "One," by Creed; "Why Don'’t You Get a Job," by The Offspring; and "Abortion," by Kid Rock.

You might be wondering what level of suck that the cast-offs from such a list would run to.

I actually didn't write much about the first list as the wrong-headedness of it seemed to be the joke. The fact that somebody had to misunderstand the lyrics and the intent behind songs by The Clash, Bob Dylan and Joe Jackson among others to even get the list to 50 seemed to suggest that the author had only passing acquaintance with reality.

This list has the usual talent-free metal-lite bands, some older, confused proper metal bands and any number of lesser songs by acts who should know better. There's plenty to goggle at hear while wondering about the exact classification of John J's idiotry. My favourite:

"Little Red Corvette," by Prince.
A cautionary tale: "Honey you got to slow down / Little red corvette / 'Cause if you donÂ’t you gonna run your little red corvette right in the ground."

Yep, that was my initial take on "Little Red Corvette", too. Cautionary tale. Those who thought it was a reminisence for a great shag he'll never have again go to the back of the class.

By Choice

In commeration of another series dead before its time, or not, Matt Zoller Seitz over at The House Next Door has declared this week Deadweek and is devoting it to Deadwood. Here he tries to explain what he likes about it:

HBO's "Deadwood," which begins its second season tonight, is the greatest dramatic series in the history of American television. It attains this distinction by doing so many difficult, contradictory things at once. It is, in no particular order, a western, a gangster picture, a political drama, a lewd farce and a comedy of manners; an operatic potboiler chock full of sex, violence and profanity; a sustained long-form narrative that interweaves parallel plots tighter than hangman's rope; a satire on American hypocrisy and greed; a portrait of needy, ambitious people who see through other people's illusions but cleave tight to their own; a revisionist look at frontier life; a case study of a civilization struggling to create itself, and a weekly showcase for characters and dialogue so rich in complexity and contradiction that they deserve to be called Shakespearean.

He's right.

What Other Reason Is There?

More than half of young Britons drink to get drunk: survey

Fifty-nine percent of Britons aged between 18 and 24 drink alcohol just to get drunk and the practice is expected to rise during the football World Cup, a health information charity said.

The survey for the Developing Patient Partnerships (DPP) also found that 43 percent of 25 to 34-year-olds consume alcohol to get inebriated.

In total, 24 percent of all Britons share the same aim.

Just what is everybody else drinking for, then? I guess with real ale, wine and whisky it might be the taste. Or it might just be to accompany a meal.

What it seems to be is that someone has decided that there's a difference between social drinking and drinking to excess, but I would say, especially for the lower age groups, that it's difficult to seperate the two. Social pressures and expectations meaning that social drinking will always have an element of getting blathered because, well, that's where the fun is.