For the English speaking readership
Not that there are many of you, at least not with English as language no. 1, but I have at least one transatlantic visitor who can't speak Norwegian, so this is a little hello to a fellow Bruce fan and all round good writer.
It's kind of funny the way that the internet can bring out the best in us. Remember the days when porn was all we surfed on the web? I was at university in St. Andrews, and all the net was good for then was sending an email or two (via the now antiquated SUN Pine system - there was even a command called Finger which enabled you to see who was online, my then 19 year old mind saw the rude potential immediately), and surfing porn on the 19,9 modem connection.
Blogging is driving the net ever forward, although don't tell Hosni Mubarak that. He just sentenced a young Egyptian to 4 years in prison for "insulting Islam" on his blog. Honestly. You would think that the dictatorial leader of the moslem world's most western country would have better things to do (like stopping radical religious groups from bombing tourists perhaps) than reading blogs, but no. They read blogs, and punish the writers. Having said that, the net is such a treasure trove for the amateur blogger that there is a good case to be made for reading the stuff that is published.
Today I happened to glance down when one of the RSS readers that I've got installed started it's insistent bleeping. Apparently a young(ish) man had been arrested in the US for storming a neighbours house because he thought someone was being raped. He appeared at his neighbours door wielding a cavalry sword, and demanded that the poor guy upstairs show him round the flat to prove that no-one else was there. It transpired that the upstairs neighbour was watching a porn film (see, from the porn driving the net to porn at home, I do go round in circles).
Picture the scene: You've settled in for the evening, put on your favourite film of the pornographic persuasion, and have the old meat and two veg. out for a quick fondle. In pops the neighbour with a cavalry sword. Talk about pressure to perfom!
The "neighbourly-stormer-of-flats" lives with his mother. I wonder how long you'd have to live with your mother to confuse the sounds of an x rated film with an actual rape.
Or how loud would you, as a neighbour have to play an x rated film for the other dwellers in your house of domestic bliss to hear it at all?
These questions I leave to you. Answers on a postcard please.
Today in my series of National holidays: Hammersmith Odeon 1975, "For You"
It's kind of funny the way that the internet can bring out the best in us. Remember the days when porn was all we surfed on the web? I was at university in St. Andrews, and all the net was good for then was sending an email or two (via the now antiquated SUN Pine system - there was even a command called Finger which enabled you to see who was online, my then 19 year old mind saw the rude potential immediately), and surfing porn on the 19,9 modem connection.
Blogging is driving the net ever forward, although don't tell Hosni Mubarak that. He just sentenced a young Egyptian to 4 years in prison for "insulting Islam" on his blog. Honestly. You would think that the dictatorial leader of the moslem world's most western country would have better things to do (like stopping radical religious groups from bombing tourists perhaps) than reading blogs, but no. They read blogs, and punish the writers. Having said that, the net is such a treasure trove for the amateur blogger that there is a good case to be made for reading the stuff that is published.
Today I happened to glance down when one of the RSS readers that I've got installed started it's insistent bleeping. Apparently a young(ish) man had been arrested in the US for storming a neighbours house because he thought someone was being raped. He appeared at his neighbours door wielding a cavalry sword, and demanded that the poor guy upstairs show him round the flat to prove that no-one else was there. It transpired that the upstairs neighbour was watching a porn film (see, from the porn driving the net to porn at home, I do go round in circles).
Picture the scene: You've settled in for the evening, put on your favourite film of the pornographic persuasion, and have the old meat and two veg. out for a quick fondle. In pops the neighbour with a cavalry sword. Talk about pressure to perfom!
The "neighbourly-stormer-of-flats" lives with his mother. I wonder how long you'd have to live with your mother to confuse the sounds of an x rated film with an actual rape.
Or how loud would you, as a neighbour have to play an x rated film for the other dwellers in your house of domestic bliss to hear it at all?
These questions I leave to you. Answers on a postcard please.
Today in my series of National holidays: Hammersmith Odeon 1975, "For You"
posted by skinke at 8:26 PM
2 Comments:
I absolutely agree with your choice of National Holidays! Classic cut of an almost perfect song.
I also read that story of the swashbuckling damsel-saver who got involved in the wrong business. But I was laughing too hard to blog about it.
Thanks for the one-night only English post. Your blog is great. I need to start studying Norwegian.
Adam
My theory is that news travels the world just like rumors travel among people.
Therefore news like this is in fact a totally different story. But it makes for funny reading atleast. Remember there are always two sides to every story... one from our side of the pond, and one from the other side.
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