almost witty

Slate looks into the Breast Motion Power Generator

at least in South Africa, where:

Chinese South Africans are to be reclassified as black people … so that ethnic Chinese could benefit from affirmative action policies, aimed at improving living standards for black people. (BBC News)

We’re all going on a … Scrabble holiday
playing tiles we always wanted to
Qua and Zygoid on a … Scrabble holiday
No more Es for me or you
For a tile or two…

We’re going where the tiles shine brightly
We’re going for that corner square
We’ve seen it in the pubs
Now let’s see who’s got the X

Ok, nowhere near as good as the infamous Scrabulous song, but seriously, there are Scrabble holidays available.

Now who’s for a game of Scrabulous?

Living in London, finding small flyers advertising prostitute services are pretty much everywhere on the landscape. (Although being a weirdo, I do fondly remember walking into my first London telephone booth outside London Polytechnic at the tender age of 16 and deciding that that was where I was going to apply to university. Naturally, in the end, I didn’t).

So I have been chortling over the last 10 minutes looking at this week’s B3ta image challenge - to imagine what it would be like if celebrities and pop culture merged with prostitute flyer cards. Too many great ones to choose from, but the ones for General Zod, Rick Astley, Victoria Wood (?!) and Helen Keller are brilliant…

I remember overhearing a great Mitchell & Webb sketch lampooning the way in which media companies now desperately solicit comments and feedback on almost everything. In a roundabout way via Jem Stone’s blog and Broadcast, here is the text transcription I shall be pasting onto all pages!

“Are you personally affected by this issue ? Then e-mail us. Or if you’re not affected, can you imagine what it would be like if you were ? Or if you
were affected by it but don’t want to talk about it can you imagine what it would be like not being affected by it ? Why not email us ? You may not know anything about the issue, but i bet you reckon something. So why not tell us what you reckon. Let us enjoy the full majesty of your uninformed ad hoc reckoning, by going to bbc.co.uk…clicking on “what i reckon” and beating on the keyboard with your fists and your head.”

Of course, it’d be nice if people actually responded to comments instead of deploying the old management-speak of “I hear what you’re saying…”