That whole Invisible Children/Kony 2012 campaign is the worst case of “what these people need is a honky” style of activism. It’s overtly simplistic, revolves more about the activists’ egos than about the supposed cause they’re supporting and it all looks a lot like a scam to get money out of idealistic but gullible people. That the director of the video is an Evangelical Christian fits with the m.o.; Evangelical Christians are masters of the fake charity.
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Watson & Oliver
It’s been a long time since I’ve been enjoying an old skool sketch show as much as I’ve been enjoying Watson & Oliver. I hadn’t heard of either Lorna Watson or Ingrid Oliver before, but they’ve obviously been around for some time, as they’re quite good and work well together.
A lot of their humour is observational and depending on repetition, as in both the sketch above and below. I’ve known co-workers/volunteers like her below, while the caf sketch is only mildly funny at first, but having been repeated in succesive shows has only become funnier.
They’re also good at getting in character, as seen here in the second of their Kate and Wills sketches.
All in all not a bad way of ending a Monday night.
Course, they’re all hot buttered sloths when I’m through with them
The most adorable thing you’ll see today. Via Metafilter.
About as frustrating as the original
Choose your own Youtube Adventure. Via.
Shrove Tuesday
As a born and raised protestant in a fairly “heavy” part of the country, I don’t really have carnival traditions, nor knew about Shrove Tuesday until Sandra introduced me to it. Making pancakes that day was an old family tradition of hers, something her father did and she did as well, if she remembered in time. And as with most of her cooking, her pancakes, especially the light crepe like ones we ate with a bit of sugar and lemon, were wonderful. So much better than anything I could make that I didn’t bother to even try, but rather heated up some store bought poffertjes in the oven, the sad single man’s best alternative…
Not feeling too wonderful anyway, as my brain seems intent to slowly leak out of my nose and eyes: either I got someone’s cold, something Cronenbergian is going on in my skulll or hayfever season has started even earlier than normal. All in all I feel like death warmed over, poffertjes the most substantial thing I felt like eating.
Not to end on a bummer, here’s George Benson with Breezin’: