To paraphrase the old axiom, ‘no one ever went broke trying to sell people’s childhoods back to them’. We are currently staggering under the weight of comic book movies, cosplay one-upmanship and adult Disney fandom. There’s even a word for it – kidult. I admit participating in some of the previously mentioned but the most recent kidult hobby has me concerned.
Adult colouring books are the latest hot hobby. Continue reading
I used to love April Fools Day. Pranks and japes, peanut butter on doorknobs, cling film on toilets; getting your friends good. Then came the Internet. Now the day is a minefield of “is it true or isn’t it” stories all over the place. Some of them are idiotic, while others are so plausible it hurts when you find out you’ve been pranked. Continue reading
Because I have a Kindle and subscribe to BookBub, many of my book purchases are based primarily on cost. If it costs less than five bucks, there’s a good chance I will read it. Closer to ten? Well, then it has to be an author I already like or something that comes highly recommended from a variety of sources. Because of this a lot of stuff I read is self published and I have read a lot of crap. However, last month, against all the odds, I read Continue reading
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Elementary is moving to Sunday nights. CSI Cyber is moving from Sunday nights to … somewhere. Shows start at one or two minutes past the hour and go into the following hour. The last two episodes of Mr Robot were, without notice, an hour and 15 minutes, meaning I missed the Continue reading
The most recent episode of Elementary, Hounded, was probably one of the best yet. When they teased the Hound of the Baskervilles connection I was looking forward to it, and they really did a good job of it. All of the little call outs to the book, Continue reading
We had an interesting discussion last week while watching Flash. They had to get Killer Frost to betray someone in order to save their friends. They talked and talked and talked and finally got the info they needed, but time was of the essence. I expressed the opinion that they should have shot her in the arm and then kept smacking it until she gave them the info. My husband said ‘You’ve been watching too much 24. That’s what Jack Bauer would do.’
Which brings me to the point of this post: Rules of War. Should there be any? If you are civilised enough to worry about rules of war then you’re civilised enough to sit down and sort out your differences without resorting to violence. Like no bombing civilians. Why not? Because they didn’t sign up for it? How are they less deserving of violence than a conscripted army who also didn’t sign up for it, or an army made of people who only did sign up because there were no other jobs available to them? It was put very well in the DS9 episode, In the Pale Moonlight. Sisko wants the Romulans in the Dominion war, on the Federation’s side, and reluctantly approaches Cardassian ex-spy Garak for help. Garak arranges a Romulan ship to blow up and for the Dominion to be implicated. Naturally the Romulans sign up immediately, but Sisko is horrified at the price.
“That’s why you came to me, isn’t it captain? Because you knew I could do those things that you weren’t capable of doing. Well, it worked. And you’ll get what you wanted: a war between the Romulans and the Dominion. And if your conscience is bothering you, you should soothe it with the knowledge that you may have just saved the entire Alpha Quadrant, and all it cost was the life of one Romulan senator, one criminal… and the self-respect of one Starfleet officer. I don’t know about you, but I’d call that a bargain.” – Garak
Garak knows that as long as it is war, there should be no boundaries.
War, historically, has been down to honour culture which (at least among males) has been dominant. Honour equals physical domination so there was no incentive not to go to war. In medieval Europe war was baked right into the culture. The entire noble class, that was what they did. If you didn’t make war on each other, you went on crusade and made war on some foreigners. But we’re better than that now. We understand that honour does not derive from the ability to beat the tar out of the other guy. So why do we still go to war? I suppose it must be that we like it. Or at least certain people like it. The military industrial complex likes it, but I’m sure the civilians who get bombed have differing opinions, as do mothers who send their sons off by the planeload.