“What the heck is copyright?”
A video explaining salient aspects of copyright law using clips from Disney movies. Genius.
It takes a while to get into the choppy rhythm of the bricolage, but it’s fairly easy to keep up once you do. Love the gorilla from Tarzan.
Playing with the boys.
This is an old one, but I just found it again accidentally and thought y’all might enjoy.
The guy in black and white is Northstar, one of the first openly gay superheroes. Thor isn’t out of the closet, but he’s totally gay too. “The Rainbow Bridge of Asgard”? “Enchanted mallet”? Yeah, we know what all that’s about.
And seeing a bunch of heroes beating the crap out of Professor X is perhaps a guilty pleasure, but a pleasure all the same.
“I go to America!”
Trip’s all booked and stuff. I’m leaving on Thursday June 7th, staying one night in Tokyo, and continuing on to arrive in Seattle at 0845 Friday morning. The Tokyo thing was unexpected, but that’s what you get when you leave your travel plans to the last minute. Kinda handy to have a girlfriend who speaks Japanese in these situations.
Here’s some high-quality cartography detailing the journey:

I’m really looking forward to this. I’ll be sure to post tonnes/tons of photos of me and Laura when I get back (August 1st), or maybe even during the trip.
Yay!
It takes green marshmallows to get me blogging again…
Hey. How ya been? I’m back for now. It’s summer/winter movie season, which means crass promotions galore, and y’all know I’m all over that shit.
So… apparently there’s a third Shrek movie coming out, as a quick trip to any supermarket will confirm. I don’t even like the Shrek movies that much (gutter humour, reliance on celebrities whose cachet faded at some point in the 90s, etc), but I do have to respect a marketing campaign based on turning stuff green. It appeals to me on some deep level, what can I say?
Shrek’s got his disgusting, slimy mitts on everything at the moment, including Arnott’s Royals. If you’ll allow me to chase down a bit of a tangent for a moment… what’s up with Royals? No-one ever buys them. I have this weird thing about snack products that no-one seems to buy. No-one buys those “Cheds” savoury biscuits either, but they’ve been around forever.
Royals are good, I guess, although I probably couldn’t eat more than two without passing out from a sugar overload. It’s just that I never go to someone’s house and they’re like ‘Arnott’s Royal?’ to which I respond heartily ‘Yes, please!’ No-one buys em. Just an observation.

Check out that smug look on Shrek’s face. I can just imagine him with his pseudo-Scottish accent… “I’m tarning all your favourite looxury foods green, and there’s nowt you can do aboot it!’ (Okay, that was more like a mix of Irish and Liverpudlian and other random tongues of the British Isles. I apologise to our colonial forebears.)
What I like to do when I eat a Royal (on the rare occasion that I do, because as I’ve stressed, no-one ever buys them) is kind of break the chocolate shell to reveal the undulating mass of marshmallow beneath. It’s fun, try it.

Even more fun when the marshmallow is a sickly Nineties green. Lovely.
Come on, kids! Join the Tang Team!

Pele knows what he’s talking about. Am I right? Am I right?!


