Theres around 40,000 people in Winchester. Mainly white, middle-class, Christians. This time of the year, its near Easter, infact today is Good Friday. This year, a group have put on a full production of Jesus’s big day in the center of Winchester. A lot of works gone into this. Its all prepared, dramamtised and full of speacil effects.
Almost all of Winchester is going, walking about in a rally-like group, to watch a black man carry a cross and eventually be tortured to death on it. Does that strike anyone as a littleKu Klux Klanish?
No, it’ll be fine. I mean, even the Armys taking part. A group of people whose job it is to go to other countrys and kill other people of a different background. I guess they cant be racist, can they?
As I was walking home from the train station, I saw the crowd and managed to get this quick snap. Its blurry, but you can see around 500 - 1000 people in the “precession”. Hope it doesn’t rain tonight…
We are studying websites in Media Studies, particularly the role that social networks play in the lives of teenage culture. This video was brought up. Watch it and get your tin-foil hat ready…
To sum up this paranoid film, the basics is that the US Government wants to know all about you. They want all the information they can find about you on the net.
Of course there is the argument the Aqmed the terrorist may create a profile and post his favorite things. The Koran, Al-Qaeda and bombing stuff. In my opinion, I think Aqmed has enough on his plate without fiddling about with his Superwall. However, the bored teenage has plenty of spare time, and can provide all the information they want about them selfs and their likes / dislikes for a future use.
Oh no, I don’t want Bush to know I’ve read “Catcher In The Rye”. Who knows what he can do with that information. Home address and mobile number, sure he can do stuff with that. However, little bits of information like that makes no or little sense to worry about.
This is paranoid bullshit which has a limited leg to stand on. Look out though, the men in black suits are after you…
Alas this weekend has been dull. Really, stupidly, dull. Nought really happend.
Went into Southampton on Saturday to achieve some clothes shoppage. I managed to get two shirts from TopMan, but I was strapped for cash so I had to go and make a withdrawal. I put in my card, enter the pin, wrongly. Somehow I entered the pin wrongly three times. The machine swallowed my card! No more shopping for me, but an talk with an angry, bulbous, banker on Monday. If I’ve learn’t one thing from Keith and The Girl, I’ll make sure to ask “What do we do now?” if the results are less than great.
Todays weathers been shite. It can’t decide if its going to be Winter or Summer. Pissing it down, then shining likes theres no tomorrow. The Beeb says its going to piss tommorow, just what I need!
Bah, I guess this week isn’t going to start well…
[Update]: No more Lazy Sundays for now, time to give it a break after 9 months
No matter what you say, self-allowed cannibalism is funny. The world is a sick and twisted place, but anyone who wants to be “eaten” to become “part of anouther person” really needs to look elsewhere.
There was that story about that German cannable who ate his lover. And that fake site, Manbeef.com, which both caused a stir. Surely it can’t be too long before someone creates a substitute for the real thing. In this day and age of GM foods, man meat could easily be created for the mass market.
If such a food, Manfu dammit, was created, I for one would try some. Curiosity kills the cat, and although the desire to eat another human is none, I am interested in a way to try it. A human flavored meat substitute could be a commercial success.
If I see Manfu on the shelves of my local generic brand supermarket, into the trolley it goes.
After listening to the latest Scott Mills podcast, he mentioned the No Cussing Club. Its basicly some 14 year old wet blanket who don’t like no “cussing” (swearing). I admit at the ripe age of 6, you shouldn’t be telling your mum to fuck herself, but at 14 you’ve gotta grow up.
The life of a 18 year old student at a popular 6th form college located in Winchester UK who blogs, tweets, takes photos, and occasionaly makes videos.
