Sodomy Non Sapiens

Palin

2008-09-24T23:17:00.000-07:00

Two meetings on the same day. Slightly different wardrobe.

A man's reputation

2008-07-13T05:40:00.000-07:00

That the reputation of Dr. Rajesh Talwar has taken a beating from the Noida police is beyond question. But the treatment of this story by the media has also left much to be desired. The demonification of the 'father who killed his daughter' in the press and television raises questions as to whether there can be redress to such treatment by the press. So have the media defamed Dr. Talwar? In civil law, defamation is a tort which includes both slander and libel. Slander is spoken or transient defamation while libel is defamation that has been recorded in a more permanent form.

To successfully defend against libel, the press has to fulfill two requirements. Not only must the press prove its claims to be true, it must also prove their publication to have been in the public interest.

In this case, newspapers and television news channels have put out shows and stories making outlandish claims dreamed up by overactive imaginations sitting in the newsrooms trying to figure out ways as to how best to feed the monster of voyeurism next. The common element in many of these newspaper and television stories was they simply had no basis in truth.

Generally speaking the news media runs on speculation. But that speculation has a rule, especially in a newspaper. News should be true, true enough, as long as it is true enough until tomorrow. Generally speaking, even speculative stories require a foundation of fact to be legitimately speculating about the truth. There are people in television news channels who have repeatedly done entire shows on complete fabrications on the elements of this case.

The news media in recent years started taking an active interest in criminal cases, recognising how they get ratings and feed polls, especially when the victim is a member of that elite grouping PLU*. So Jessica Lal's murder case, Nitish Katara's murder case collectively became a cause celebre. The news media aggressively pursued these cases seeing that it sold, both in terms of ratings and those premium-rated SMS polls. And of course yes, to try and get justice for the poor PLU victims. In the process, reporters and editors got the misconception they were crusaders pursuing the ends of justice. Their sanctimonious self-righteousness was no longer in doubt.

And so they treated the murder of Arushi. Invading privacy, using innuendo, using the girl's text and scrap messages to portray her as possibly a maneater and flushing the reputation of a man down the toilet. Dr. Talwar's real action for libel lies against the media.

* People Like Us

Genocidal Diplomat?

2008-06-12T09:04:00.000-07:00

Friday, the 6th of June, 2008, Metro Now.

The disappearance of the Bhagirathi

2008-06-12T09:01:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, the 4th of June, 2008, Metro Now.

Narcoanalysis, not voodoo or a silver bullet

2008-06-12T08:58:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, the 28th of May, 2008, Metro Now.

Nepal, the International Criminal Court and the Gorkha Rifle Regiments

2008-05-22T12:37:00.000-07:00

Thursday, the 22nd of May, 2008, Metro Now

IPL Night

2008-05-22T12:28:00.000-07:00

Tuesday, the 20th of May, 2008, Metro Now

Mimoh No More

2008-05-11T01:36:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, while checking out the movie listing in the paper I came across something called Jimmy. There was a person called Mimoh on the poster who is the son of Mithun Chakraborty. I was morbidly glued to that picture of him, awed at his audacity and stupidity.

Audacity in daring to be in the public eye and stupidity in not eschewing movies and starting a business instead. I don't know, import-export, computer hardware or something.

Abraham Lincoln is said to have been considered ugly. But he was classily ugly. Mimoh is an eyesore on the planet. His crass ugliness takes your breath away. (Perhaps he could think of doing villainous roles with lots of make up, even a mask, no more) He should be fined and made to apologise for appearing in public.

Changing the subject, I saw that old lady in Khan Market again last week. She's found a station. There wasn't a mad rush to buy her puppets or anything but at least she had a place and she wasn't being chased off. If puppets appeal to you, buy from her. There is also a blind man who walks around Khan Market selling the most delicious incense sticks. Any time it strikes your fancy, buy from him.

India TV

2008-04-05T02:15:00.000-07:00

India TV was just running an afternoon special on how the world is about to end because the Mayan civilizational calendar had prophesied this 5,000 years back.

Yes.

History Channel shows similar features but THC never says the world is actually going to end on such-and-such date. India TV makes it difficult to go against Priyaranjan Das Munshi when he tries to bring in a broadcasting code to regulate content on so-called TV news channels.

The Old Man of Defence Colony Market

2008-04-02T03:36:00.000-07:00

I started going to the Defence Colony around a year and a half back. I was trying to make myself agreeable to a girl who lived there. It didn't happen. But in that process I often ended up at the market there. Long coffees, elaborate suppers and almost ceremonial dinners (The things we do).

And after every beverage or meal, I would come across this really old man, wheeling his bicycle around. The bicycle had a wooden box mounted on the carrier and a brass bell hanging from the handlebars. The bell he would ring intermittently, trying to get the attention of the passers by. Everytime I saw him I was filled with rapt curiosity. And admiration at his persistence. Tinged with despair at his probably lack of choice.

Now Defence Colony is in South Delhi. And it has a fairly upscale market. That's why this old man stuck out. I'd seen one else like him. And I know for a fact that he came with his bicycle in the morning when the market opened and left after it closed at night.

I'd often wondered why he came here. I'd never actually seen him make a sale. He probably got three or four customers a day. I doubted the shoppers at DefCol Market wanted to buy. He probably thought this was a place where people had money and would buy his stuff. But I couldn't see the those people buying. I still can't. Shouldn't he have gone to a less upmarket market, so to speak? He'd probably have found a lot more customers next to the Jalebi thelas at a cheaper market.

He's still there. I saw him the other day. Ringing his bell. Selling Ghanta Chaap Churan. I just don't see it selling in DefCol Market.

The Puppet Lady in Khan Market

2008-04-02T03:06:00.000-07:00

The other day, standing in the parking lot in Khan Market I saw a poor old Rajasthani-attired lady trying to quietly sell puppets to foreigners and the top 0.1 % of the affluent. She had a slight smile as she displayed her wares, routinely seen at every Indian handicrafts exhibition and tourist trap.

My girlfriend was waiting, but I was watching the puppet salesman fixedly, a hack/voyeur, to see what would happen next. No one stopped to evince interest in her puppets. The puppets were so run-of-the-mill, I shook my head condescendingly, almost wanting to tell her to sell something less stereotypical that people around here weren't ambushed with all the time.

Needless to say she had no success at all. She was selling something everyone had seen a billion times. She wasn't an exponent of the pushy-urchin/beggar-at-the-red-light style of salesmanship. She was mild and had a softly pleasant smile.

And then three men, perhaps minions at some shop or perhaps at the market association there told her to leave. She stayed a heartbeat and then, giving a heartwarmingly embarrassed smile
and walked away towards the parking lot.

And I wondered about the socio-economic dynamic at play here. She wasn't bothering anyone. Often one can be chased by people trying to force their wares on you. But not she. She was no competition to the shops that employed the three men who shooed her off. She wasn't a hindrance to anyone, not the obscenely rich shoppers nor the shops. She wasn't even standing in front of a shop.

But she did stick out didn't she. Her clothes were the sort worn by poor women in rural Rajasthan. Not the sort of clothes often seen in Khan Market. If she'd been wearing an ordinary salwar kameez would they have bothered her? Perhaps, but as an equal. As it happened, they hushed her away in loud voices as if she were an embarrassing truth.

Again, if she'd been a Delhi lady? She'd have fought back some, probably.

But here she was out of place and station. Poor. Differently and rurally clothed. Out-of-towner. Unsophisticated. Unaggressive.

Her last smile was heartwarming.

The NoBull Prize

2007-08-09T12:14:00.001-07:00

Everybody on the net has probably seen this. It's brilliant!

Ek hockey dengi rakh ke

2007-08-07T01:19:00.001-07:00

Lots of energy. Strangely attractive. The movie might be interesting, no?

Thinking while typing

2007-08-05T17:34:00.000-07:00

Can't deny it. While preoccupied, I've been lazy, perhaps even shirking.

Much has happened that has given pause for thought. And while changes happen every week, planned and unplanned, when coming in quick succession they often leave the observer struggling to cope with comprehending each situation.

When friends breakup, one is left wondering how things are going to be different now. They couldn't possibly the same. The first instinct is not to react. Let things settle down. But this has happened before, with consequent unpleasantness, sadness and the inability to do anything about the above. Hopefully, it will be better this time round. Still, even being as close as one is to them, there is surprise at finding oneself feeling a strange sense of loss. Perhaps it's the loss of a couple of friends packaged together. Now they'll be friends individually.

And what about friends who've changed in their behaviour to you? All of us know someone who leave us scratching our heads trying to understand what they just said/did. To be on the receiving end of that on a weekly, fortnightly basis could be construed to be cruel and unusual punishment. To be fair, all of us are probably behave like that to someone or the other, to some extent or the other. But again, there is still that struggle for comprehension.

All of this (and many more things) lead to a feeling of lack, a strong dissatisfaction with things as they are, a sense of something missing. And again, one is left marking time.

Terrible News!

2007-07-26T21:33:00.000-07:00

The interfering, nanny-state perpetuating, busybody mandarins at the I&B Ministry have banned this ad.

Unanswered questions at the end of Deathly Hallows

2007-07-21T14:34:00.000-07:00

What is the significance of Harry having his mother's eyes?

Why was Voldemort going to allow Lily to live after he killed James at Godric's Hollow?

Is Sirius actually dead? Is there more to the curtain that Sirius fell through in Order of the Phoenix? What lies beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries?

What "worst memory" did Dudley experience when he was attacked by dementors in Order of the Phoenix?

Is Bill Weasley a full werewolf?

Did Voldemort go to Godric's Hollow alone the night he tried to kill Harry? If so, how do people know the events of that night? If Voldemort lost his body at Godric's Hollow, then who retrieved his wand?

What was the "gleam of triumph" in Dumbledore's eyes at the end of Goblet of Fire?

How will Peter Pettigrew repay his life debt to Harry?

If Dumbledore and Petunia were in contact before Harry was taken to Privet Drive, then what were they discussing in their letters?

Who was "that awful boy" who Petunia referred to in OOTP? Was it James, or was it somebody else?

What were Lily and James' occupations?

Where did Fawkes go at the end of Half-Blood Prince?

How exactly did the Potters and the Longbottoms "thrice defy Voldemort"?

What about Florean Fortescue?

What's behind the locked door in the Department of Mysteries?

How did Dumbledore know the details of Lord Voldemort's murder of Lily - how LV offered to spare her life and how the charm that protects Harry was formed - if no one else was there to witness it? Was Dumbledore actually there to witness it?

What happened in the period of time between baby Harry's rescue from the ruins of Godric's Hollow and being left the NEXT DAY at the Dursley's doorstep?

In Chamber of Secrets, Lockhart says that he transformed a werewolf back into a man using the "immensely complex Homorphus Charm." Now we know that Lockhart didn't actually do this, but he did steal the story from another wizard. So, is there a way to cure Lupin?

Will the giants and goblins take a firmer position about the war? Will they ever choose a side?

Will the house-elves' rights be improved by the end of the series? And what will become of all of the house-elves that we know so far in the series?

What are the twelve uses of dragon's blood that Dumbledore discovered? Will these discoveries be important to the story in any way?

JKR said that someone will manage magic very late in life in Book 7: who will it be? Filch, perhaps?

Did Hagrid have to be able to see thestrals in order to train them? If so, whose death did Hagrid witness?

What was the potion that Dumbledore had to drink in the cave?

If Hogwarts is opened again in the seventh book, who will be Head Boy and Head Girl?

Do we know the full reason that Voldemort decided to try to kill Harry instead of Neville?

How did Hagrid retrieve Harry from the ruins of his parents' house if he was not told the location by the secret-keeper?

Where did the Potter family's wealth come from?

What truly determines whether or not someone becomes a ghost? Is there more to it than what Nearly Headless Nick said there was? Why do some people become ghosts when they die and others do not?

When Dumbledore is explaining to the Dursleys that the magic protecting Harry will cease to operate on his 17th birthday, each of the Dursleys reactions are given, and the book says that Aunt Petunia "was oddly flushed." What is the significance of her reaction? Does she know something more?

And in Deathly Hallows Ron becomes a Parselmouth just by copying Harry? Really?

How did Gryffindor's sword come out of the Sorting Hat for Neville when the goblin Griphook had taken it?

How come Voldemort has no clue about the Deathly Hallows?

Why would he have created a horcrux in Nagini? One of the earlier books mentions that Voldemort survived in Albania living in other animals. That shortens the life of the animal.

And most importantly Voldemort intended to create seven horcruxes. Harry turned out to be the unintended seventh. But Voldemort never knew about Harry having a part of his soul. In Deathly Hallows Voldemort kills Harry. Why would he do so if he knew Harry to be a horcrux? So shouldn't there be an eighth horcrux?

JK also borrows heavily from real life. The Nazis tried to morally justify their ideology. So did Dumbledore and his erstwhile friend Grindelvald of the right of wizards to rule. Auschwitz Concentration camp had Labour Liberates written over the entrance. Grindelvald's prison had For The Greatest Good written over its entrance.

There are lots of other such instances. Art imitating life.

And this is hilarious!

2007-07-10T12:37:00.001-07:00

Not a lot to say

2007-07-10T12:33:00.000-07:00

Like the song, love the chick.

The AntiGuide or Cartman's Credo

2007-06-29T17:45:00.001-07:00

If someone asks you for help, think quickly whether they might be in a position to ever render you equal or higher assistance. If the help asked for is really serious, and not much sweat off your back, go ahead and do it. You own their ass from then on.

Every question or statement does not have to merit a response. A simple "Hmmm" will suffice. All it does is acknowledge the speaker to have said something. It does not signify your agreement, disagreement, intention to consider or even the fact that you heard what they said in the first place.

If you don't get caught, you haven't done it. Don't get caught.

Make people sweat sometimes. Make them uncomfortable around you, perhaps even apprehensive, on occasion. It keeps them on their toes.

Practice your mean look. That will get you out off having to answer for most of your nasty actions at key moments. You also get a little deference.

Be a right royal pain in the ass sometimes. But this works only if you're a good guy most of the time.

Think no end of yourself. You are more important than anyone else. You have a direct line to God. Anything bad that happens to you is part of a conspiracy and anyone and everyone in the world can be legitimately blamed for it. If something good happens to you, it's part of God's plan. You're special. You're chosen. You're different. You're a little bit better. And anyway, you accomplished it.

If someone of the opposite sex declines a date, they're homosexual. If someone of the same sex as you declines something you want to do with them, they're still homosexual, to want to do something so gay instead of spending time with you. They also have their priorities wrong.

When you walk down a street, there is a glow around you.

Everybody else on the road is a bad driver. You're an efficient driver.

Eat fast. This way you get more than anyone else.

If you drink too much, make sure to use the opportunity to insult or offend someone you've always disliked and speak your mind about them to their face. Talk loudly. Insist your opinion to be holy writ. Throw up on someone else. Preferably this same person.

Having sex with someone does not, under any circumstance, require you to call them back. Ever.

Never lose an opportunity to have an argument. Remember you're always right. If necessary cross the street to pick a fight.

In a fight, never let them see the first blow coming. Remember to fight dirty. Don't give them an even chance. Also remember to kick them when they're down. No better time and position. To win know the following moves in the order of precedence:

1. Punch to the nose (Breaks their nose, bleeds and shocks them for a few seconds).

2. Punch in the solar plexus (takes the wind out of them).

3. Punch on the mouth (cuts their lips up real bad, maybe breaks their teeth).

4. Punch on the temple/jaw (Gives them another shock and makes them disoriented).

5. Elbow in the ribs/face (very painful).

6. Heel stamped down hard on their foot (They lose their balance).

7. Kick in the fork (Brings 'em to their knees).

8. Knee in the face (Sends home the message that you don't like them).

9. Once they're on the ground kick them wherever you can, ribs, fork, head, face, knees, abdomen (Go on, you need the break).

10. Heel their fingers (You hear them scream).

11. Twist their arm hard and kick the joint (Breaks their ability to respond anymore).

12. Now poke 'em in the eyes (For fun and because you can).

12. Ask them to apologise (You humiliate them).

13. Take their address and phone number and make sure they know you have it (You hold the sword of further retaliation over their neck.

Use any and all items around you as weapons. And generally use their hair to get a better grip.

Remember, if there is more than one guy considerably bigger than you or more than two guys your size or if you're not a fast mover, run like hell. This, of course, does not apply if those guys are really drunk and you're not. Always keep your head.

And the don't s:

1. Never let them get to close to you in an attacking position. Move around.

2. Never let them grip your neck in their arm.

3. If you do get hit, remember to move away, quickly take measure and move in/run like hell.

4. If you think, even for a moment, you can't handle it, run like hell. There's glory and satisfaction in victory. There's no honour in being thrashed shitless.

Guide to Life V.1

2007-06-23T14:13:00.000-07:00

This is the first draft of the start to my own Guide to Life. Comments and disagreements are welcome. Especially if you find them a little too pat or cheesy.

You are not responsible for anyone who can reasonably be presumed to be able to take care of and think for himself/herself.

Sure, you get a good job, earn a decent wage and be happy. But to be truly alive, especially if the job just pays your bills, make sure you don't lose sight of the horizons you saw when you were younger and work to get closer to them, broadening them even more. If necessary, refuse to grow up.

Don't be proud of ignorance.

Speak clearly, write with clarity and text as clearly as possible. Otherwise, not just do you show lack of clarity of thought you also end up with a lazy mind. No greater crime.

Don't depend too much on friends. It's good they're there and dependable and support you. But learn to love your own company, seek your own advice and help. You'll raise yourself in their eyes. More importantly, in your own too.

If you do depend on them too much, sooner or later you'll feel they've let you down. It WILL happen. Lower your expectations. Decrease your chances of disappointment.

But when you do feel let down, get over it. You don't know everything.

Pick up the cheque. If someone fights for it too much, yield gracefully. If you don't have enough cash on you, let your friend pay. It's okay. You'll treat them next time.

Don't go too much out of your way for people. Certainly not as a habit. They don't deserve it. They'll take you for granted and you deserve better.

Smoking and drinking. Just so you do it with your eyes open. Don't crib when you get cancer or cirrhosis. Like to smoke and drink? Light one up, have a drink or two. But know that three packs and 6 drinks a day will definitely do what a few smokes and drinks in a while only just might.

Learn a foreign language. It'll open up a whole new world for you. Really.

Love without reason (Also reason without love). You will be hurt. Take it on the chin. But don't presume the next person who comes along to be just as bad. It's unfair. Faith is the one thing you have to have to make a relationship. Have faith in the person, even if the last one was a bastard/bitch.

Try and be on time as much as possible. Others might have plans too.

Absence and ignorance. They are the worst possible excuses to rely on. Those who are absent are always in the wrong. Those who are ignorant have no business being present.

Be straight with people as much as possible. Unless you're a serial killer, you have nothing to hide. People may judge you, but they can't sentence you.

Work to discover that virtually anything's possible. Virtually any obstacle is surmountable. You only have to get your mind in the right place to figure that out.

There are good jobs out there for anyone who can do them. Don't waste time. Don't waste your life. Walk away from a bad job in the secure belief there're many for you too.

Help people whenever you can. Don't excuse yourself by expressing your inability to help everyone. Help someone. It'll come around to you.

If you see someone being treated unfairly, it's up to you to speak up. The victim might find himself unable. If you don't, you're pretty much just as culpable.

Finally a good book

2007-06-23T11:41:00.000-07:00

Every time I read a really good book, I feel a little disappointed with myself. For not having thought of the idea first and being doubtful of having the discipline and scholarship to pull off that flawless execution.

I've recently read Unholy Wars: Afghanistan, America and International Terrorism by John K. Cooley, an award-winning journalist. This book traces the history of the people and circumstances that were the catalysts in throwing up a cross-continent cadre of terrorists after the Soviets were driven from Afghanistan. The sheer scope of the endeavour is bewildering.

The book talks about the relationships between the US and it's European, African, Middle-Eastern , ahem, Subcontinental allies, even the Red Chinese, that threw up and nurtured the war launched by the Mujahideen in Afghanistan, which later led to highly trained and motivated killers coming back to their native lands to foster Islamic Revolutions. It worked in Algeria. Egypt's still struggling with the Muslim Brotherhood. Somalia fell recently, thought the Ethiopians managed to take it in spite of opposition from the Eritreans.

This book examines the roles of each of these partner countries, and the causes and effects of this participation in the anti-Soviet Jihad in Afghanistan on them. No one, but no one, anticipated their boys fighting the Soviets to become such a problem.

What impresses me is the author's emphasis on historical detail. He can tell you exactly what happened during the Algerian revolution and after. With good reason. He was there. Even examining the historical relationship of the Chinese with the Muslim world, he traces the unease of the Chinese with Muslim resurgence to the 1800s and onwards. In fact, a couple of Muslim provinces in Western China became states in their own right, with support from the Ottoman Emperor. It's another thing that China later managed to retake them.

But what really makes fascinating reading is how the author traces the self-perpetuating nature of the feudal, warring social setup in Afghanistan, all of it fed by drug money, or oil money. In fact the chapter on opium and heroin production and smuggling makes for very interesting reading in the present context, considering the bumper harvest of opium in Afghanistan this year. 160 tonnes! The author talks about the principals in the drug production and smuggling trade, the routes taken by traffickers and the consequences on the quality and price of heroin on the streets of Western Cities.

It is also significant that this book was written in 1998. And the drug trafficking situation has become progressively worse since. Interestingly, the book has Osama Bin Laden on its cover. He was hardly a household name in those days.

I recommend this book to anyone who wants to know exactly how a situation has arisen where Islamic Terrorism has managed to position and strengthen itself to be of such concern to the world. Try and get the 2002 edition. Perhaps now is the time for a newer edition.

For more information on this book see the Editorial reviews on Amazon.

Books, a Movie and a Song

2007-06-12T12:08:00.001-07:00

Been reading Musharraf's memoirs. A bit late in the day, I know. But judging from the half I've completed, I haven't missed much. Sheesh! He tends to kill what must've been really dramatic events by trying way too hard to overdramatize them.

I needed to keep taking breaks from the book before I could read further. He just ends up being so insufferably full of himself. I guess that was to be expected. I haven't completed it yet but I figure, it's only mildly entertaining in the way he gives his version of events, Kargil et al. Can't wait to get it over with. Don't think it'd win him an election.

Also finished reading Pratchett's Jingo last night. Again. "One of the universal rules of happiness is: always be wary of any helpful item that weighs less than its operating manual." Haah.

Caught a movie called Shoot out at Lokhandwala: Based on True Rumours (If such a thing is possible). I'm afraid I wasn't paying much attention. I didn't see the big deal. Mostly bullets.

I have a new song I'm obsessing over. Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes. Good writing. But the way the lady sings is truly throatily, goosebumpingly awesome. It's also got some very good guitar work. Been trying to figure out a decent set of chords for it.

And I have a new project. My own version of Mary Schmich's Guide to Life for Graduates. This might take awhile. Watch this space. Further bulletins as events warrant.

To end with books again.

I've travelled the world twice over,
Met the famous: saints and sinners,
Poets and artists, kings and queens,
Old stars and hopeful beginnners,
I've been where no-one's been before,
Learned secrets from writers and cooks,
All with one library ticket,
To the wonderful world of books.

Janice James

Koom Valley

2007-06-09T01:29:00.000-07:00

A little more about the URL keyword.

"The inhospitable Koom Valley was home to an ancient battle between dwarfs and trolls that both species came to use as an excuse for their mutual enmity. It was said to be the only known battle in which both sides ambushed the other, and acted as inspiration for the development of the game of Thud."

This vale is thus no different from any of those myriad landscapes which evoke the call to shed blood (again) 'cos that was how it'd happened 50 years back.

"Later engagements have led to a total of sixteen battles of Koom Valley (seventeen counting a "fracas" in Vilinus Pass), only three of which took place in the valley itself. This is in part due to the battle being a convenient patch for rips in time often used by the History Monks, although the History of Thud suggests that something about the valley itself encourages violence (this might be related to the Summoning Dark)."

This is because of quantum. Also, everyone knows mines are dark. But according to Dwarf Lore there are several kinds of Dark. The most fearsome of them all is the Summoning Dark. To a Dwarf, there is no escape from it.

Koom Valley's story is eventually revealed in the novel Thud!.

"The name "Koom" is a reference to the Welsh word cwm, which is pronounced "koom" and means "valley". Thus "Koom Valley" means "Valley Valley." Pratchett has an admitted fondness for tautological place-names, such as "Cheetwood", which literally means "Woodwood," and Torpenhow Hill, which means "Hillhillhill Hill."Now we know. More about Koom Valley later.

Thanks Wiki.

Opus No. I

2007-06-08T14:52:00.000-07:00

This is the first of what will hopefully be many more entries on this blog. But a note to visitors before we begin.

The Universal Resource Locater of this blog is http://koomvalley.blogspot.com. I hope for this forum to be as much of a trouble-spot, even when merely invoked, as it's illustrious fictional namesake.

Those who follow the work of Terry Pratchett will know what I mean.

What is this blog going to be about? Sodomy Non Sapiens.