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On mercenaries
it's a fairly common idea in the cyberpunk school of fiction for employers, particularly of mercenaries but of all corporate security forces really, to provide their employees with things like steroids and combat-specific drugs. There're a lot of rumours coming out of Iraq suggesting that this is already happening. Blackwater, one of the biggest ( Read more... ) -
The Karl Tells You What To Think Variety Hour
You know what needs to bloody well stop? No, of course you don't; if you did, you wouldn't be coming to me each week. That's why I'm here, after all, to say the things that others find too irrelevant or pointless ( Read more... ) -
Late post, and the reason why.
(Author's note: returning to the subject of license plates, the other day I was overtaken by a car with plates that said "DA MOOCHA". I was momentarily confused until I noticed that it was a cooper Mini. Then I almost crashed from laughing. Also, apologies for the lateness of this piece; a combination of a trip to the country, allergies, writer's ( Read more... ) -
A short notice
Might be a slight delay on this week's blessay, as I am shooting off to the country for the weekend. I have a couple of ideas I'm swilling around in my brain and will hopefully be able to turn one of them into a column at 7am on saturday morning when I'm the only person awake and the dog is sleeping on my shoes. -
Fear of the dark.
As some of you know, I'm working in the telecommunications field for a fairly large telco. Part of my job is that I am basically always on call. There are eleven techs in my team and so if anything in the city stops working after hours, one of us has to go and fix it. As a result, usually once a fortnight I am working very late at night or early in ( Read more... ) -
License plates are just as bad.
[Addendum to previous postage: After my blessay about bumper stickers, I was driving up the Tonkin Highway and was overtaken by a car with a sticker saying "My other ride is yo mama". That man gets massive points. I love a yo mama joke ( Read more... ) -
Bitches, bogans and bumper stickers.
When did it become acceptable, if not desirable, to be illiterate and unpleasant? I ask this pointless, self-serving and clearly rhetorical question particularly where bumper stickers are concerned. Sure, they've always been a lowest-common-denominator method of finding out the irrelevant and ill-judged opinions of morons that you don't care about ( Read more... ) -
Heavy political comment, but not very funny.
(Author's note: I apologise for the lack of jokes in this piece, but the story in question makes me far too angry to think of anything funny. I'm working on something for next week that is hopefully more tongue-in-cheek ( Read more... ) -
Baristas are snooty.
(Author's note: In an attempt to improve my skills at short-piece writing, I'm going to try to pop out a short column roughly each week. Any comments or suggestions for improvement are welcome. This applies to all three of you likely to read said blessays.)
I must admit, in my more narcissistic moments 1, to having considered the possibility of ( Read more... ) -
Right then, you ignorant fucks!
Some of you may recall that, when I first started this blag, my entries were searing, frothingly angry dissertations railing against the unfairness of the modern world. As time went on, and I found myself growing older and worked my way into a more comfortable and pleasant job, my background level of white-hot fury gradually subsided ( Read more... )