April 7, 2009

I Guess this Doesn't Air in Brazil

Watch the first 14 seconds and see if you know what this ad is for.

(oh, stupid YouTube ... giving it away with the screen cap and the new title/rating headline ... grrrr)
Oh, but wait ... here's the musical version.

They do not start that with a cat in her lap.

April 6, 2009

A Cup of Sugar is One Thing ...

A colleague of mine, we'll call her Amy, approached me with a technical question.

I thought it was going to be something about the use of subjunctive or perhaps the third conditional, but the technology was computers, not ESL.

It seems her neighbor popped over during the weekend and asked if her daughter could use Amy's Internet. Amy, while very saavy on matters regarding films, grammar, and nail varnish (always the most fantastic colours), isn't so clever (by her own admission) about the tech side of things.

'Did she want to come over and use your computers?' I asked.

'No, apparently she wants to use my wi-fi. That seems like a cheeky thing to ask. Should I feel guilty by saying no?'

'That depends,' I said. 'Are they nice neighbors?'

'They're horrible. They came over one day with a half a sheet of A4 scribbled in the tiniest handwriting documenting what time our pipes made noise in the morning. They're always complaining about the stupidest things.'

'And yet they want to piggy back off your broadband account?'

'So it seems. Is that what people do?'

I said the rule guideline in most cities was if people weren't clever enough to password protect their wi-fi, then there was no reason not to use it.

'You have a security code on your wi-fi, right?'

She shrugged.

I told her if said neighbor decided to start downloading untoward things (not that anything untoward happens in Amy's Dulwich neighborhood) they could be traced back to her IP address (her eyes glazed over and I waved the tech speak away) and she could be responsible. Not to mention, the more computers using the wi-fi, the slower her service might be.

'So I'm not a bad person if I say no?'

I told her she should say yes, but then hand them a very long extenstion cord, have them plug it into one of their mains, stretch it from their house to hers and then just 'borrow' their electricity.

Amy has a computer guy, Ted, and is going to ring him this afternoon to make sure he's got a password on their system.

I'm pretty sure the neighbors are going to have to buck up and pay for their own broadband account.

What do you think? Should neighbors pitch in and socialize their broadband? Should there be an Internet cooperative?

April 4, 2009

Not Abigail, Not a Party

For two and a half hours last night, I couldn't take my eyes off Alison Steadman.

We went to see Enjoy, the revival of Alan Bennet's 1980 flop. The play itself is good, not great (I think he tried to tread where Pinter, and perhaps Orton, had gone before before with better success), but oh my goodness ... Ms Steadman was simply amazing. I've never seen all of Abigail's Party (I got the DVD as part of my assimilation packet), but have seen her as Mrs Bennett and Gavin's mum. Last night I saw a whole new completely developed person: a physical and vocal transformation that was nothing short of captivating.

That's two proper theatre experiences in one week. I caught Howie the Rookie on Wednesday, which was an in your face, tiny fringe production of Mark O'Rowe's (author of the brilliant Terminus) double-monologue of down-and-out Dubliners. It closes tonight, and it's a shame if you missed it.