Another British political comedy that I wish was funnier…
O Lucky Man. Lindsay Anderson. 1973.
I’ve got a man bag made only from felt (and steel and a leather strap (it’s quite impractical, since there’s no stitching, so small things just fall out between the steel rivets, but it’s conceptual, I guess)).
I bought it years ago, and (like all woollen things) it’s developed some… er… whatchamacall it… “bumps”? That’s what Google Translate suggests. Why does Norwegian have word for the phenomenon? Is Norway that woolly?
Anyway. Look!
EEK!!!
So I bought an electrical de-bumper the other day. I didn’t think it would work. I mean, does this thing look capable?
But it works! Behold!
Whodathunk.
As part of running the mailing list archive Gmane, I’m asked to remove messages from the archive from time to time, which I do. (Although not extremely promptly, since I’m lazy.) That’s fine, but some people seem to think that having a lawyer send the message to me is more effective than just sending an email directly. And it never is, because the lawyers never say exactly what it is that they want to have removed. There are several hundred million messages archived on Gmane, so…
It’s been a while since the last time, but yesterday I got a letter from a lawyer again. This time, it’s Italian, and seems to involve… Berlusconi?
Your guess is as good as mine.
As far as I can tell, they want me to remove some message from (for instance) a Mozilla group, but they don’t list specific URLs they want to have removed, either…
Anybody want to ferret out what URLs they mean and guess what the case is really about?