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The Australian asks:
Are our lives so meaningless that we have to waste our time, money and neurons on this human trash?
- HehPosted by RebeccaH on 2007 04 29 at 12:22 PM • permalink
- Self-reflection is good for the soul. Unfortunately it does not necessarily lead to enlightenment or improvement.
Cheers
Posted by J.M. Heinrichs on 2007 04 29 at 03:01 PM • permalink
- Is it worth asking which human trash he was writing about? Or should I just raise my hand?Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 04 29 at 03:08 PM • permalink
- Oooh – an editorial wedgie for Phil! Bet that hurt!Posted by walterplinge on 2007 04 29 at 05:34 PM • permalink
- The column had a point, the celebrity cult is trash, but them so is left-wing scholarship. And that traps people including academics and intellectuals like Phillip Adams and David Marr who think they are better than the trash.
I wonder when they will do some serious work on that?
Where are the Dadaists when we need them?
- Sorry, don ‘t understand.
Either this was an incompetant headline or an accidential parody.
Posted by Wimpy Canadian on 2007 04 29 at 06:54 PM • permalink
- I dunno, Wimpy Canadian. It’s a pretty bloody obvious thing to miss! And Phillip Adams is pretty much the token lefty on The Oz anyway. Plus, I don’t think he reads The Oz anyway.
- You wonder whether the weather is, after all, the greatest of human crises. Isn’t the gush and tosh of celebrity culture (sic) every bit as threatening?
With climate change, we might all be drowned by rising sea levels. But wouldn’t you rather drown in seawater than in the rising tide of celebrity bullshit?With climate change, we might all be drowned by rising sea levels. But wouldn’t you rather drown in seawater than in the rising tide of celebrity bullshit?
Looks like something’s stuck in the ol’ buzzard’s craw.
Al not returning his calls since the missus’ Party drowned at the polls?
- My thoughts were that the Gastropod’s item, while accurate, was more a reflection of his own lapse from the limelight than genuine outrage at the idiocy of the cult of personality. 2 columns a week read mostly by people he hates for the purposes of mockey and a couple of hours of ignored radio isn’t the sort of profile that Phatty was used to when the likes of Hawke/Keating seemingly couldn’t snap one off without the insight that could be provided by the Dunny Lane Black Night (None shall pass!)
Certainly the dumptrucks full of public dosh which was part and parcel of having his cellulite-dimpled, pimply posterior ensconced on multiple boards and panels would be greatly missed, not only by Phatty but by his providores and reinforced skivvy manufacutrers, but the loss of prestige and public notice would be a near (but unfortunately not total) death blow to such a grossly overinflated and deservedly fragile ego.Time to swap the beluga for worms, Fatboy, nobody loves you.
- Is Phil Adams biting his knuckles? Why? Is he in pain?
Oh wait a minute. He’s a pillow biter as the Aussies are wont to saying.
Posted by wronwright on 2007 04 30 at 05:14 AM • permalink
- Forgot to paste it
famous resignation letter
An oldie but Goldie
Mr Baker,
As an employee of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of myself and my co-workers during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time. Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I know about Unix, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of “cut and paste” for the hundredth time.
You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is. Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will. You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp dressed useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude. In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle.
Seeing as this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting thoughts.
* When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is “I prefer not to comment.” I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.
* I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your “favourites list”, which I conveniently saved when you made me “back up” your useless files. I do believe that terms like “Lolita” are not usually viewed favourably by the administration.
* When you borrowed the digital camera to “take pictures of your mothers b-day”, you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts with a ketchup bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please, I hate having to correct your mistakes.)
Thank you for your time, and I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow.
One word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never **** with your systems administrators, because they know what you do with all your free time.
Sincerely,
[Name Omitted]
- Remind me… what has PhilCo actually done that elevates him above “human trash celebrity” status? Do “grant whores” really outrank them?Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 04 30 at 08:29 PM • permalink
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