Friday, 29 April 2011

Inevitable Nuptial Post, pt 94

I don't particularly care whether they get married or not. They don't seem like monsters, merely people who enjoy monstrous privilege. Come the revolution there will be more important jerks to put up against the wall.

In fact, I don't give a stuff about marriage in general really. I can't get excited about it. I'm at the age now when quite a few of my friends are either married or thinking about it, and that's great for them, but it's virtually impossible to see it as anyone's business but theirs.

So I don't WANT to be annoyed about today. I've tried very hard just to ignore the manufactured enthusiasm that many people seem to be going along with out of a determined sentimentalism, like the smile on a parent's face as they agree to read The Wheels on Barney's Bus once more to their demanding young progeny.

But good gods they've made it difficult. Even watching TV on catchup I've been repeatedly and loudly informed that 'we've all got wedding fever' (Yes, if by that you mean I'm developing a rash). Youtube has some kind of banner animation and every shop is filled with the indescribable tat that would make a Franklin Mint salesman sneer. Even my alarm clock woke me up with news of this bullshit this morning.

I think I must have finally flipped because last night I actually dreamed I was at a street party that was also attended by David Cameron and Gideon Osborne, and that I locked myself in the house and watched them all being eaten by zombies. WHAT COULD IT ALL MEAN?

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I didn't WANT to be all ranty about this kitsch and gaudy celebration of inherited wealth and privilege at a time when public services are being gutted and unemployment is at 2.5 million. The media drivelstorm has forced me into it. ARE YOU HAPPY, JOURNO SCUMBAGS? ARE YOU? LOOK UP FROM YOUR SCREEN AND LOOK AROUND AT YOUR CO-WORKERS. ONE OF THEM'S ON YOUTUBE EVALUATING THE VERACITY OF UPSKIRT SHOTS OF KATE AT UNI, AREN'T THEY? PROUD OF YOURSELVES, ARE YOU? STOP DOING EVERYTHING JUST TO PISS ME OFF. STOP IT.

Anyway, I think I'm going to spend the day with Buffy DVDs and occasionally re-watch the awesomeness that was The Impossible Astronaut.

Saturday, 2 April 2011

Easter is a time for remembrance. For sacrifice.

It's a time when we remember a man who died for us. A man who wasn't really a man. A man who suffered for us in ways we can't really understand. A man whose sacrifice we remember because he defeated death itself. Even now, he is watching over us.

So in 3 weeks, on Easter Sunday, spare a thought for him. And remember his words:

'Eee ba tha gum.'*

*In other words my fanboy sense is tingling. The trailer is the best thing since this thing.