Archive for August 2008

Shave Everywhere

31/08/08

Ever so often I have a battle with myself about the virtues of razors versus shavers. I know, in my heart of hearts, that I will always be a wet-shave guy. I’ve tried a variety of electrics over the years and always ended up feeling gritty, sanded but not varnished or planed, and generally irritable.

However, I’m also annoyed by the steady stream of new razors (“3 blades to shave you closer!”; “4 blades and a lubricated strip!”; “5 blades and a battalion of miniature geishas wearing sandals made of condensed baby oil!”), and by the blatant “throw it away” culture of chucking out the heads when you’re done.

No, I have not done an eco-comparison of electric shaver vs. razor. I suspect it’s a debate which could run for years.

Romeo & Juliet, Hellboy 2: what they have in common

29/08/08

Two things about Romeo & Juliet really bug me. (Actually, that’s a lie. Almost everything about that play annoys me beyond measure, the exception being the actual poetry, some of which is stunning. It’s only slightly less silly than Doctor Faustus, which is a very silly play.)

But two things stand out as bug-tastic.

1. “Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

Let’s get this absolutely clear. She’s not asking where he is. She wants to know why he is that particular person, whose family is at war with hers. The question could be rephrased as follows -

Why in the name of Rubbery Thomas of Ladcaster did I have to go and fall in fatuous teen lust with the one person my entire extended clan would least wish to see me walk down the aisle with? Couldn’t you have been an itinerant ferret-swallower? Oh, God, it’s all so unfair! I need Haagen Dasz.

Cherished Delusions – and Jabba the Hutt

29/08/08

Following immediately on the heels of my snarkiness about Shakespeare and Hellboy 2…. there was a connection but I have no idea what it was…

It was always rumoured that Jabba the Hutt spoke Swahili in Return of the Jedi. Now I hear he spoke “Tibetan syllables run through a randomiser”. If anyone out there actually speaks Swahili and knows the answer, can they sort this out for me? Because it’s always been one of my favourite stories and I’d hate to have to acknowledge it was, in fact, Bantha Poodoo.

Incidentally…