From The Morgue

Lord Butler, yesterday:
“Although none of us on the committee doubted or doubt today the prime minister’s and the government’s good faith in concluding that Saddam Hussein had concealed stocks of chemical and biological weapons – that was a view shared by most other countries and indeed by [chief weapons inspector] Dr Hans Blix – the government’s dossier in September 2002 did not make clear that the intelligence underlying those conclusions was very thin.”
Also: “The link between the Iraq regime and the spread of international terrorism was really not one supported by the intelligence.”
Translation: yes, Tony believed it, but the evidence wasn’t really there. And the Iraq – Al Qaeda thing wasn’t there either.
Just like the anti-war left’s been bloody saying all along.
And yet the Butler report, like the Hutton report before it, have somehow become weapons for the pro-war faction. Aaaargh. War with Eastasia, etc.
From Guardian print edition, my favourite:
“We did not of course say that no one was to blame for the shortcomings. At the press conference, I said that no individual was to blame.”
Oh! Silly us for being confused and not challenging all the pro-war pundits who misrepresented your meaning! Such a pity you didn’t feel the need to step up and clarify your position until now, huh?
Pretty much everything the anti-war left said about Iraq has come to pass. The fact that this isn’t recognised just shows how much traction the pro-war caricature of the anti-war position has gained. And it makes me mad. (Cue Twisted Sister riff.*)
*I admit it, when I first saw the video to ‘we’re not gonna take it’, I was scared by it. But won over. Strangely, a career in glam metal didn’t follow, but such are life’s mysteries.

they just get you your latte when you come in the door – that’s where I’m at with a couple of the cafes around the place. Pretty cool. Neither one holds a candle to my beloved Eva Dixons (RIP), of course, but they’re not bad places to hang out and write.
I’m doing that thing of ‘one hour every day’ and its sort of working. Its a bit slower than I’d like but I’m writing Ron longhand and there are no worktables at home, so I can only work on it out of the house. There are plenty of other things to occupy me in the counter-hours, anyway.
I’ve retooled my website. I’ll launch it soon when I have a bit more content in hand. It has a key position in The Plan.
I’m hearing enthusiastic noises about a couple of game magazine articles, but I’ll reserve my happiness until I receive a cheque or I see my name in print. Preferably both.
I’m shying away from the world at large a little at the moment. The horror of what happened in Russia is something I’ve only slowly walked up to, days afterward. More storms and freaky weather all over the world indicate climate change isn’t slowing down. And I don’t want to think about what it means that Bush is currently holding an electoral lead in the US. It is all a bit much right now.
Some stuff I want to draw attention to:
kids from the Rocinho favela in Brazil photograph their world – linked to by my host David.
Jenni‘s entry on body image – and the comments that follow. “It gets me down that some of my friends can’t also be happy with their bodies. I don’t see them as bodies, I see them as beautiful girls.” When we look at body image we can see how, in a mediated society driven by consumerism, feedback loops can fundamentally distort our notions of what is proper for humanity. This is going to be a bigger and bigger battleground in the coming years. No Logo and Supersize Me are the groundwork of a massive argument to come.
(I might note that Supersize Me is having an effect on people far larger than I expected – I mean, surely everyone knows already that eating only McDonalds supercombo meals is going to be bad? I’ve realised that the genius of Spurlock’s doco is simply that it demonstrates the relationship between what we eat and how healthy we are. It is a relationship that we know intellectually – but the fact is that human behaviour just doesn’t think that’s enough sometimes. Through this doco we can understand the relationship viscerally, and the two together are much more powerful than one alone. It doesn’t matter that none of us eat McD’s and only McD’s – its real influence is helping us realise that what we eat really does matter, just like our pesky book-learnin’ keeps telling us.)
Talking about big documentaries, the inimitable dreadbeard points out the elephant in the living room re: Fahrenheit 9/11:
“In my opinion, Fahrenheit 9-11 is directed explicitly to the American non-voting poor, aimed at explaining what is going on to them and why they should not allow Bush to be re-elected. The entire manner of the film is structured as a conversation to these people from one of tehir own, saying the President is an incompetent liar serving the interests of his friends the wealthy elite who is willing to lie and manipulate you and send you off to fight and die in service of his agenda. The opinion of any other demographic is irrelevant.”
I’m kinda wondering how we all managed to miss that.

[Cass talks about her grandmother]
Judith, though, was worth it. Story: she was out for a walk one night and came across this kid spraypainting some anti-Thatcher graffiti on a council wall. “I told him, you, I said, sharpish. Give that here, I said.” And she would have too in that nails-hard voice you just wouldn’t ever want to cross. And she took the spraycan from the kid and slapped his arm and then she fucking rattled it – “They make a little rattle” – and she sprayed in an apostrophe. Christ knows what the kid thought. I checked it out the next day and sure enough, ‘Thatcher’s Britain is HELL’. Fuck I laughed.

Because I thought I was.
But I have no Homicide: Life on the Street on DVD.
Nor any Freaks & Geeks.
Not even any Twin Peaks.
And yet I seem to have three seasons of Dawson’s Creek on DVD.
This is a sobering moment for me.

I know some of you use this blog to check that I’m not dead.
I’m not dead.
That is all.

Athletics always bored me.
Actually, most sport bored me. I am less bored now. Some sports, basketball to take one obvious example, I am actively enraptured by. But mostly – sport is not my thing.
Athletics was a particularly boring example. Okay, some people run. And then they stop. Hmmm.
I’ve watched some athletics at this Olympics, just like I’ve watched some at previous Olympiads. And you know what? It is cool, man. I like watching it. There was something in the paper today about how new technology is making it so much more fascinating – you get to be so close to the athlete, to see their face as they push themselves, compete, succeed or fail.
The runners seem so fast to me now, when once upon a time they seemed to be running at precisely the speed runners should run.
The high jumpers, decathletes, hell, all the track and field – I love watching it. It fills me with a kind of positive existential energy, if that makes any sense. It is thrilling.
Meanwhile, sadly, the NZ mens basketball team has been scorched in its final game, losing big to Australia of all people. A gutwrenching win-loss tally; we came close so many times but couldn’t quite win.
Brilliant news, however – the womens team, so long in the shadow of the men, has fought through to the top 8! I am elated for them.
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Oddest thing about the Destiny Church rally that all the NZ bloggers are talking about – in one report, I see the National Front made an appearance. In a photo elsewhere, I see an Israeli flag being waved. Stephen partly explains (from the comments in Chinashop, well worth a read in full):
“My informants tell me the Israeli flag bearers are a bunch of so-called “Messianic Jews”, ie former Jews who have been sucked into fundamentalist Christianity with the promise that they can somehow retain their Judaism. (Funnily enough, only missionaries and other apostates agree with this: you’d think that would be a tipoff). Hence their fondness for stars of David, etc: it’s how they reassure themselves.
Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, they’re not Jewish, they are deeply confused Christians.”
Any march where the National Front, who I understand to be behind the Jewish cemetery desecrations, is sharing ground with people waving an Israel flag – man, something is very very non-right.

In the Derby Gaol, there’s a particularly haunted room. The condemned man’s cell, where prisoners were kept for their last night before execution. There are dozens of accounts of people seeing strange things in here, and seeing things move, or feeling someone touching them.
That’s where Cal slept.
(I didn’t sleep at all. Yarning, not freaking, FWIW.)
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Here my voice a couple times in the doco here.

So the doco on D&D’s 30th anniversary is being broadcast tomorrow.
For those who came in late, I’m probably on it, as I ran a session for the microphone. They may use none/some/lots of the session, I dunno.
I’m only a little nervous about how it’ll turn out – the guy making it seemed very on to it, his angle was solid and I have thought through media enough that I optimised what I was doing for an audio audience. (Hmm. Is an audience for video a vidience?) Still, things can turn out wonky nonetheless, and I was only a small part of the big picture.
NPR in the States ran its own, equivalent, doco yesterday. The gamers they used were the centre of the story, which we won’t be, and they sounded like good people. The whole thing was good – but not perfect. It gave a strong impression that there are no women involved in gaming ever, for example – I made sure that there was a female voice in our group to cut this question off at the pass.
Anyway, no point talking about it until it’s out. Saturday 3.30pm UK time, BBC Radio 4, available for download on the BBC Radio 4 site afterwards. I’m gonna listen to it driving through the English countryside, unless I’m locked up in a Lovecraftian asylum after witnessing Things Man Was Not Meant To Know in our sleepover at Derby tonight.
Speaking of which, I must pack.
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The Tall Blacks beat Serbia-Montenegro, current basketball world champs, at the Olympics! While Spain is probably beyond our reach, we are able to knock off Argentina, too, they’re vulnerable… let’s hope things go the Kiwi’s way. Its so damn good to see this team taking names!

Brad once said my hiphop name would be MC NoShame. I think my shame glands have expanded since those days.
Svend has been recounting his tales of Edinburgh at Festival time. Yeah man. I ran into (Kiwi comedienne) Cal Wilson on the street recently, I was talking to my Cal on cell at the time so just kind of walked straight past. CalW was waiting for a taxi, and when MyCal finished talking to me I thought about turning around and going back to say hi. I decided not to. It seemed like a vaguely sad course of action that would embody all the saddest aspects of that “Kiwis are all one big family aren’t we when we’re overseas aren’t we aren’t we please validate me!” tendency you see now and then.
My main memories of Cal Wilson are going to see her standup show ‘Telebimbo’ in the late 90s, and her performance in a pilot for a shameless NZ-Friends-ripoff ‘Flatmates’ as the potential love interest of Kevin Smith (RIP). Now ‘Flatmates’ was dire and my primary recollection of ‘Telebimbo’ is that sitting around with Stuart, Michael, David, Svend, Pearce, etc was just as funny.
My other main memory is that she was hot as a sweating chili pepper.
And while I’m thinking back on NZ’s dubious comedy heritage, does anyone know who those guys were that VUW orientation year, who yelled out ‘look! Arnold Schwarzenneger is having an accident!’ to summon a crowd to the dungeon cafe? Because dammit if that joke hasn’t stuck with me all these many years. It wasn’t even funny then.
Cal and I have just planned out some of our trip through Ireland. We roughly know where we’re going – basically, starting in Dublin and going anticlockwise around the whole island. Sa-weet. Very excited.
Lordy. My brain is tired. I still haven’t written up the Paris escapade for morgueatlarge. Will try to do it tomorrow night before we embark on our expedition to spend the night at Derby’s Haunted Gaol.
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You know, Phase IV. The one with the ants.
You people. I dunno.
Yeah, we’ve got a Svend staying with us, funnily enough he’s here for the festival but not here For The Festival if you know what I mean, and I think you do, nudge nudge. Oh, crikey, now I’ve innuendoed all over my explanation. Hmm. Ah well, carry on. Yes, Svend is here, filling our evenings with wit, wisdom and a rather large amount of catchup gossip. I know what you’re all up to, you people! (Yes, Giffy, including you. Especially you.)
And we went to Monster Mash for dinner. When the waitresses (and they’re waitresses, not wait staff or waitpersons) take your order, they sit at your table. They all do this, every time. It’s a strategy. It works. It makes me feel at home. Lovely.
Um, that’s all. Chavez not ousted, again! Tall Blacks nearly beat Italy! Tall Ferns beat Korea! Peurto Rico beat the US “Dream *cough* Team *splutter*”!