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I see the new Bruce Willis film is called Die Hard 4.0, in keeping with its technological theme. I wonder if, when it goes to DVD, it will become Die Hard 4.1. And will the director's cut be Die Hard 4.2? etc.
I suspect it could become mildly irritating after a while.
…si vous pardonnerez mon Français.
Hitchin and Soo and assorted fruits of their loins set off today on an eight-week, round-the-world jaunt. The word gits springs to mind.
They are hoping to record their adventures on their brand-new Coneydale weblog, and on their even brander and even newer Coneydale Flickr photos pages.
Yes, gits is definitely the word all right.
(By the way, their crisp story made stuff come out of my nose.)
For a Guardian staff journalist, Simon Jenkins talks a lot of sense.
(Apart from the total bollocks about dogs, obviously.)
Let it not be said that I never got off my peach-like arse to go and get some original content for Gruts. Here, I've done a video for you:
Don't ask me how I did it. Suffice to say, Industrial Light & Magic had better watch out: there's a new kid in town.
BBC: Terror suspects all linked to NHS
Eight people arrested in connection with failed car bombings in Glasgow and London all have links with the National Health Service, the BBC has learned.
Seven are believed to be doctors or medical students, while one formerly worked as a laboratory technician.
Surely letting off bombs must run contrary the Hippocratic Oath
If they're found guilty, I'm going to write to the General Medical Council demanding that they be struck off forthwith!
I've just realised that it has been almost two months since I added anyone to my list of toasts for 2007. Have I had my head buried in the sand, or has nobody worth toasting died recently?
I just checked out the deaths for June 2007 on Wikipedia, and the only one I'd heard of was Bernard Manning—which rather proves my point.
I'm not actually wishing anyone any ill-will, you understand, but it seems to me that a major celebrity death is long overdue.
Remember, you heard it here first.
New Scientist: Climate change sceptics criticise polar bear science
I have to admit, I'm with the climate change sceptics on this one: polar bears are absolutely crap at science. Granted, they have the obligatory white coats, but their lack of opposable thumbs makes it extremely difficult for them to get their paws around the test tubes.
They should probably stick to mauling seals. They seem to be really good at that.
Telegraph: Floods are judgment on society, say bishops
The summer floods are God's judgment on the immorality and greed of modern society, claim senior Church of England bishops.
One, the Bishop of Carlisle, even said that the introduction of pro-gay laws had provoked God to send the storms that have left thousands homeless.
It's good to see the Church of England abandon its medieval roots and start providing insightful comment and analysis on the issues affecting modern society.
What I don't get, though, is how to tell which of modern society's actions are provoking the wrath of God. I mean, how are we supposed to know that it is the pro-gay laws that have brought on the floods and not, say, Gordon Brown becoming PM, the smoking ban, or the Church of England's continuing failure to ordain gay clergy?
I guess that's why we still need bishops: to interpret God's will for us.
See also: Motes and Planks
Those Taliban: what a bunch of utter turds! Couldn't bear anyone else having a slightly different outlook on life or—Allah forbid!—actually enjoying themselves. Music: that was out on pain of death. Shaving your beard, not praying at the right time of day, not wearing a burqa: all signs of the infidel. Keeping pigeons, flying kites, displaying pictures, dancing at weddings, gambling: far too much fun, if you asked them.
Mind you, who are we to talk?
I blame Oliver Cromwell.
Met Office: Official: June 2007 Shittiest on Record
I paraphrase.
But wouldn't you feel a whole lot better about the whole soggy mess if they actually came out and said it?
I blame Gordon Brown.