It’s been such a long time since we’ve had a noisy condom gag. Behold Superfad’s advert for Durex:
There are, of course, behind-the-scenes outtakes.
Related: Indecent balloons. I told you this place was classy.
It’s been such a long time since we’ve had a noisy condom gag. Behold Superfad’s advert for Durex:
There are, of course, behind-the-scenes outtakes.
Related: Indecent balloons. I told you this place was classy.
This is oddly charming. James May meets an upgraded ASIMO robot – one being trained in object recognition. What struck me about the clip isn’t so much the robot’s ability to discern types of object and note their similarities, though its abilities are impressive. It’s the fact that watching ASIMO in action elicits a distinct urge to treat it as a child.
(h/t, The Thin Man)
Time for another episode of the excellent documentary series The Planets, this time on the Sun. Titled Star, the episode captures the magnitude of several “Eureka!” moments, as when Angelo Secchi, the Vatican’s chief astronomer, realised the blinding disc in the daytime sky is another one of those points that twinkle at night. As with previous episodes, there’s plenty of rare footage and some interesting characters, not least Kristian Birkeland, who created laboratory auroras while wearing a fez to protect his brain from radiation.
Splitting light. Secchi’s discovery. A makeshift umbrella. Twisted magnetism.
Artificial auroras. Comets and clues. Force field. Heliopause. The stuff of life.
Related: Astronomical Odds, Craters, Freefall. (h/t, The Thin Man.)
The new 122-second ad for Hovis. A journey home from the shops, through 122 years.
Agency: MCBD. The making of. More. (h/t, The Thin Man.)
Eco-hippies weep for fallen trees. “I want you to know, trees, that we care.”
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Hand me the gun. No, the bigger one.
(h/t, Clazy.)
Tonight sees the return of Channel 4’s extraordinary Undercover Mosque investigation. Sara Hassan, whose covert filming is featured in tonight’s programme, reports on what she found in one of Britain’s “most respected centres for moderate Islam.”
In a large balcony above the beautiful main hall at Regent’s Park Mosque in London – widely considered the most important mosque in Britain – I am filming undercover as the woman preacher gives her talk. What should be done to a Muslim who converts to another faith? “We kill him,” she says, “kill him, kill, kill… You have to kill him, you understand?”
It’s heartening to see the wisdom of Muhammad still shining upon the world.
Adulterers, she says, are to be stoned to death – and as for homosexuals, and women who “make themselves like a man, a woman like a man… the punishment is kill, kill them, throw them from the highest place.”
I’ve remarked before on how the enthusiasm for sacralised murder never quite fails to jar. And despite repeated exposure to such impressive piety, I still can’t help noting that the quoted sermons feature the word “kill” no fewer than nine times. However, the news isn’t all bad:
These punishments, the preacher says, are to be implemented in a future Islamic state. “This is not to tell you to start killing people,” she continues. “There must be a Muslim leader, when the Muslim army becomes stronger, when Islam has grown enough.”
Naturally, as with most things Islamic, inconsistencies abound.
Regent’s Park Mosque has a major interfaith department, which arranges visits from the Government, the civil service, representatives of other religions and thousands of British school children a year. I watched as an interfaith group was brought in to meet the mosque’s women’s circle for a civilised exchange. But when the interfaith group wasn’t there, the preacher attacked other faiths, and the very concept of interfaith dialogue. One preacher said of Christians praying in a church: “What are these people doing in there, these things are so vile, what they say with their tongues is so vile and disgusting, it’s an abomination.” As for the concept of interfaith live-and-let-live: “This is false. It does not work. This concept is a lie, it is fake, and it is a farce.”
Doubtless these inconsistencies will be resolved “when the Muslim army becomes stronger.” Allah willing, of course.
Please, read the whole thing.
Undercover Mosque: the Return is broadcast tonight at 8pm. The original Undercover Mosque documentary can be viewed in full here.
Update: Via The Thin Man, here it is.
The phrase that comes to mind is “business as usual”. Unfortunately, it’s also business as usual with regard to airbrushing Islam’s founder and his “exemplary” exhortations to hatred, supremacism and violence. The reporter, Sara Hassan, is implausibly naïve and appears to believe that what she finds is somehow unrelated to Muhammad and his teachings. Perhaps registering this connection – and what it implies – would make a moderate Muslim’s faith seem somewhat misplaced, perhaps grotesque. And so it isn’t registered.
Related: Act Casual, Say Nothing, Dialogue, A Fear of Ideas, Naming the Devil.
Thank the gods. The Battlestar Galactica toaster has arrived.
For a mere $65 you can now scorch Cylons onto bread. Sadly, the device lacks the familiar roving red light and ominous hum. And it seems that Pop-Tarts may be incompatible with the technology.
Related: Conscience in Extremis, Things to Come, Big Hair and Ray Guns.
The Guardian’s Zoe Williams – whose wisdom is known to us – today asks her readers the burning question,
Why don’t lefties complain more?
What prompts this question is the recent, rather baffling, fuss over an advert for Heinz mayonnaise. The Advertising Standards Authority has apparently received around 200 complaints, many of which concern the advert’s dénouement in which one man kisses another. The ad wasn’t shown during children’s programming – due to the mortally harmful effects of full-fat mayonnaise – and has subsequently been withdrawn by Heinz UK. In light of such controversy, I feel obliged to share the offending advert with you. Brace yourselves.
Everybody okay? Now, the ad strikes me as innocuous and faintly amusing, and hardly malevolent or corrupting. (Though an image of Bernard Breslaw does, unfortunately, come to mind.) The ad isn’t even explicitly about a gay couple. The visual pun being that the husband is actually kissing his wife, who – thanks to her choice of mayonnaise – has acquired the zing and authenticity of a New York deli stereotype. However, the minor hoo-hah surrounding the ad leads Ms Williams to argue – indeed complain – that lefties don’t complain anywhere near as much as they should:
Imagine you make bidets for a living. Got that? Bidets. Now ask yourself the inevitable question: How would you advertise them on Korean television?
Via the Reciprocal Crap Exchange.
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