End Scene

For a couple of years now I’ve been having a repeat yet polite conversation with some of my friends. I’m growing a little weary of having this conversation over and over again so I thought I needed to send this out into the world once and for all . . .



I HAVE NO INTEREST IN CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION SHOWS

Yep that’s right, no interest at all. You can recommend all you want and yes I know you have all the CSI boxsets which you’d love to let me watch but oddly enough I’m still not interested.

Oh and for the record. I am aware of the fact that NCIS has a Goth scientist. I’m not sure why you think this little nugget of information is pertinent or what in my personality makes you feel that will sway me into rushing out to buy the DVD’s but thanks for letting me know none the less. Also, repeating this fact in a more upbeat tone won’t help your cause either.

There. That feels better. Now, hopefully I can put this conversation to rest. Oh and in case you’re one of the few that doesn’t watch these shows . . .

She's a Goth scientist you know?



Storm

I've been waiting a long time for this.  The animated version of 'Storm' has arrived.

Tim Minchin's Storm is a 10 minute beat poem (yep, that's right) about what happens when sceptic, Minchin is forced to converse with hippy, Storm, about the deeper things in life at a London dinner party.

I'm a big fan on Tim Minchin in general but it has to be said, 'Storm' is undoubtedly his piece de resistance. If you have ten minutes to spare WATCH IT:

In my opinion, it's pure genius and echoes (albeit more eloquently) my own rather sceptical views on some of the more supernatural elements of this world and in particular the morality of psychics:

“Why is it OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Is it not totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you’re in touch with the other side?
That’s just fundamentally sick”

One of the other major aspects of the poem that resonates with me is the assertion that this world should surely be enough for us without needing to look for deeper meaning:

“Isn’t this enough?
Just this world?
Just this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, NATURAL world?
How does it so fail to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and Monsters?”

Of course it's very easy to be satisfied with the world around you when it's a glorious sunny Friday morning in Cardiff.