The story was called "Copyright Must Change".
Horrible. You long for someone to step on the zombie's face, just to put it out of it's misery, but the awful petty-pointscoring yibbling continues right through the end credits.
E M Forster, in Aspects of the Novel, responded to the claim that a novel was a good story with "oh dear." By which he meant that a novel should be so much more than its story, which he regarded as something of an unfortunate necessity.
I remember a young horror movie fan telling me that she'd been to see Howards End . As it didn't seem like her kind of movie I asked how she'd found it.
"Oh it was alright I suppose". Then, after a moment: "When Anthony Hopkins said 'Come to dinner', I thought he was gonna eat them".
I'm pretty sure that more English royals have been killed by cricket balls (one) than by gunfire (zero - I think).
It's a hoax, I tell you. It takes more than a cricket ball to off a shape-shifting reptile.
JC takes it for the sins of Global Capitalism, but makes a special exception for Levi Strauss & Co?
That doesn't mean we have to accept the Jesus that lived did all the things described in the New Testament.
Which is why people tend to, like, make their own Jesus from available materials? My favourite would be Mikail Bulgakov's Yeshua Ha-Notrsi/Ha-Nozri from The Master and Margarita , tried by the migraine-afflicted Pontius Pilate :
"No, no, Hegemon," the arrested man said, straining all over in his wish to convince, `there's one with a goatskin parchment who follows me, follows me and keeps writing all the time. But once I peeked into this parchment and was horrified. I said decidedly nothing of what's written there. I implored him: "Burn your parchment, I beg you!" But he tore it out of my hands and ran away."
"Who is that?" Pilate asked squeamishly and touched his temple with his hand.
"Matthew Levi," the prisoner explained willingly. "He used to be a tax collector..."
Happy easter y'all.
Looked into his throat a while back at the Waimangu Valley. Very impressive. A close relative of the giant Japanese namazu, I reckon.
I didn't think this was a competition. Or evangelism. Just a safe place to express ideas.
You don't even have to evangelise. Just pursuing an 'impure' line of thought is enough to have the inherently authoritarian go all mediaeval on you.
Oh, and a bloke called Giorgio Moroder
Nor do I think compulsory voting has exactly done wonders for the depth and breadth of representation in Canberra.
Compulsory voting was certainly a factor in the rise of Pauline Hanson. Taking the opportunity to give a plague-on-both-of-your-houses finger to a self-absorbed dual party system that largely treated non-party members with contempt, voters knowingly sent a card-carrying idiot to Canberra.
In living stereo, no less :)