Here is the first in a semi-regular series of posts where I undertake a physical activity in order to remind the world why I was picked last every phys-ed class. First up is running, an ordeal I have been subjecting myself to for health reasons for the past two years.
No longer does my youthful metabolism allow me to maintain my health by eating Subway and viewing copious amounts of DVDs. To quote Karl Marx, labour is motion and I am forced to labour if I want to keep in motion. Continue reading
This year I managed to make it to round 1 of the AFL season before becoming heartily sick of the whole media circus that surrounds. This is actually a record as I usually can’t make it through the NAB Cup without reaching for my Eddie McGuire voodoo doll. Here are my seven deadly sins of the AFL media:
Overusing the phrase AFL: Unless it is one of the 18 Australian Football League clubs, it isn’t an AFL team. Certain media outlets (COUGH The Australian COUGH) might class every instance of a Sherrin being kicked in anger as an AFL match, even if it between North Albury-Wodonga and the Etamoogah Sheepshaggers, but that doesn’t make it right. See those two boys in Man U shirts kicking a round ball? They’re aren’t playing Premier League . . .
After books by Top Gear hosts and vampires-as-a-metaphor-for-sex, the most populargenre in publishing today must be classic literature/horror mashups. The best seller lists and remainder bins are swollen with titles like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, Android Karenina and Lady Chatterley’s Slayer. Okay, that last one isn’t available but I guarantee someone is pitching it to Random House right now. If classic European tales can be revived with a dash of horror, then why not Australian literature? Here are six scary twists on popular Aussie stories. Continue reading