Friday, 30 May 2008

In related news, the sky is blue

An increase in the relative amount of electric cars could increase the total amount of pollution, a professor from the University of Linköping is reporting today.

The reason? The electricity has to come from somewhere, and that somewhere may just be that massive black oven of a fossil fueled plant you've called all sorts of names as you've driven past in your new, green, electric car.

The thing that absolutely astounds me in all this is, they thought of this NOW? Anyone with an IQ above his or her shoe size knows that things don't just magically appear. "Ecological beef" isn't created out of thin air at your local butcher's. "Natural paper" isn't made out of willpower at your local stationary shop. A Toyota Prius* isn't composed of good will to all living things, love and fairy dust.

Unless you're standing in the middle of a field, during a thunder storm, with a lightning rod up your ass, chances are electricity isn't going to fall down from the sky either.

Everything has to come from somewhere. The same goes for thoughts, so start using what you've got in that head of yours.

The fact that this is somehow news to anyone is, to me, surely a sign that humanity is going down the crapper.

/JP



*I chose the Prius as it is, to many, the benchmark of so-called green cars. In reality, it's nowhere near, but that's another story for another time. For now, if you want to buy a green car, buy a small diesel.

Tuesday, 20 May 2008

Coffee?

The last rant got me going, so I'll just put another one in here while I'm at it, although this one is mine, my own, my precious.

It's about a modern phenomena, created in the United States of Americaland.

American coffee.

Let me make this perfectly clear: A tripple skimmy latte mochacino hazelnut chocolate cream whosyourdaddy is NOT "a coffee". It's a fucking dessert.

A parallel can be made to red wine, a person saying that he or she likes it "particularly with some fruits, ice, cointreau, cognac and cinnamon in it". That's not red wine, it's fucking sangria.

The same thing goes for coffee. What they serve at Starbucks isn't coffee. It's liquid crap in a cup.

Get some perspective.

Bah.

/JP

A request

For the first time in the history of TCO, I'm going to rant about a certain topic as it has been requested.

The topic is Matthias Dahlström, a music critic (I'm guessing) at Dagens Nyheter who has graded each country's contribution to the Eurovision Song Contest.

And gotten them all wrong. A remarkable feat in itself, it must be said.

Now, this is not a "we can agree to disagree" sort of thing. The man has given 4 points (out of 5) to a mime artist (a hint to most that, possibly, the man's voice isn't exactly his biggest asset), 3 points to a turkey (possibly the biggest joke of the entire history of Eurovision, an entry Dahlström calls "techno", about as accurate as calling N'Sync thrash metal) and 5 points to a barbie doll lookalike with as much of a voice as her plastic counterpart, claiming in the process that the song is reminiscent of something written by Dianne Warren in her prime. That's like saying William Hung is reminiscent of Frank Sinatra.

For the love of all that is holy, Dahlström, please do quit your day job. I'm sure McDonalds is hiring, although you'd probably call a Big Mac a banana split.

/JP

Monday, 12 May 2008

Holly shit

As I've written about earlier, Hugh Hefner's girlfriend Holly Madison is getting screwed. For what it's worth, Holly, to paraphrase Nelson: ha fucking ha.

No, we're not talking baby making anymore. Apparently, nothing came out of that ordeal but Hef himself. A hint, Holly, is that when your lover is shooting dust out of his cock, it's not a promising sign.

This time she tried marriage instead, but Hef declined, leaving her financially stranded, much to the amusement of, well, the rest of the world.

At least she'll be rid of him soon. Hef said: "I love Holly very much and I think we’re going to be together the rest of my life", which probably means the whole thing will be over any day now.

/JP

Thursday, 8 May 2008

What's up with OGC?

This bit is officially specifically for my brother, Niklas, who today turns 24 years old (sort of anyway, he's in Australia where it's the ninth at the moment - his birthday - while I'm back in Sweden where it's still the eighth), so congrats to him! He's studying PR, so just for him (ok, so the rest of you can read it too) here's something PR related.

The British Office of Government Commerce (OGC) recently ordered a new logo. At the approximate price of £10,000, this is what they got:



Nothing wrong with that although probably not worth £10,000. Now, if you turn it 90 degrees, you see why it's probably not even worth £10:



I'm guessing whoever designed it thought OGC stood for "One Giant Cock".

/JP

Friday, 2 May 2008

The body of a 12-year old and the brain to match, part II

I just read that Mariah Carey has married Nick Cannon, an actor (and I use the term actor very loosely - his only starring role was in something called "Drumline") eleven years her junior.

They dated for an entire month.

No prenuptial agreement.

Let's take that again, shall we?

She married the guy after having dated him a month, and despite her being worth, oh, a godzillion dollars more than him, didn't sign a prenup?

No matter how good a comedian you are, you just can't make this stuff up, folks.

/JP

Thursday, 1 May 2008

April's fools, eh, April 30th?

The ever so bright Vägverket (Swedish Road & Safety, albeit their take on the safety bit can be summed up in one giant speed camera) have decided that the Swedes need a gender neutral crossing sign, or at the very least have 50 % male and 50 % female signs (by which I do not mean one cross dressing sign, although that joke would have worked on so many levels).

No, I'm not joking.

So instead of increasing road safety by improving the roads (of which, according to a recent study, an astounding 50 % failed to meet approvable standards), Vägverket will spend a shitload of money to make 50 % of all crossing signs female? Where does it end? Will we need signs of different colors and shapes as well?

I am fully aware of the fact that me, as a man, writing this might make it hold less weight, but not a single woman (or a married one, for that matter) I've spoken to thinks this is a good idea, nor even one they could have ever dreamed of thinking up themselves.

It is simply that mindblowingly stupid.

If you disagree, I'm willing to bet you are too. Sorry to have to break it to you like this, but yes, you are a fucking retard. Your mom should have told you years ago. Don't blame me.

/JP