Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 25, 2015

Is Mad Max: Fury Road worth the ticket?

In my formerly skeptical, ready to be annoyed and disappointed view, yes.

I saw it Thursday night and was entertained all the way through. There are enough references to the earlier movies that you could organise a Saturday night drinking game, but it stands well enough on its own.

The machines are outrageous. The characters are grotesque. The stunts are hair raising.

One gripe: Tom Hardy’s accent, which to my ears sounded half Los Angeles and half Johannesburg. At least Mel sounded half Australian.

Anyone ELSE got a problem with my accent?

Anyone ELSE got a problem with my accent?

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 18, 2015

Okay. Okay. If these guys like it…

I’m in for Wednesday night so I’ll know for myself soon enough!

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 17, 2015

Small, and oh so cute!

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You want to beware of the western pygmy possum though. Roaming in packs several hundred strong they can pick the bones of a full grown sheep clean in less than an hour.
Even in small numbers they’re a danger. If the handler in this photo didn’t lose at least the top of that finger I’d be very surprised.

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 15, 2015

One from the archives, for the Road Warrior.

Mad Max Fury Road has finally reached the cinema. And when I say ‘finally’, that’s exactly what I mean.
Reviews so far are generally positive. I haven’t seen it yet, but the trailers suggest that a lot of story has been brought forward from the original trilogy. Still, given the history of the making of MMFR, the fact that it’s here at all is something to celebrate.
My post from three years ago. Like I said – finally!

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 7, 2015

I say, waiter!

There’s no head on my beer!

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 3, 2015

I Love Lucy Kellaway.

Lucy Kellaway has surgeon-level skills when it comes  to cutting through the BS of modern business. Quoting the pocket bio provided by London’s Financial Times:

Lucy Kellaway is an Associate Editor and management columnist of the FT. For the past 15 years her weekly Monday column has poked fun at management fads and jargon and celebrated the ups and downs of office life.

Lucy also features regularly on the BBC’s Business Daily, which is where I discovered her several years ago. Here are two of the podcasts that turned me on to the Kellaway School of Corporate Crap Disposal: Lucy’s take on the resignation of Yahoo boss Carol Bartz, and her smackdown on Googlemeister Larry Page for a pompous PR announcement that’s all wrapping paper and no gift.

The most recent of Lucy’s podcasts are available here, but take a stroll through the archives too.

Posted by: Gregoryno6 | May 2, 2015

Marlon Brando Visited My Workplace.

Three months ago, as dedicated readers and visitors will know, I fell into the employ of two megaglobal frontier-defying world corporations. Working for one on the premises of the other. The experience has been valuable. It’s taught me this above all else: when leftwit/Green types rail against ‘Big Business’, the proper response is to laugh. The mung bean collectivists imagine BB as a huge faceless machine: eternally hungry, never sleeping, sucking scarce resources and human souls in at one end and presenting gold ingots to the bosses at the other.

Don’t laugh because they’re right. Laugh because they’re a million miles from the truth.

Big Business a relentless money-making mechanism? If only. Those people have no idea. It’s a common cry that government stifles private enterprise with regulation – but the corporate urge for pointless rule-making is at least as strong. Maybe it’s a perverse attempt to demonstrate the superiority of private over public. Don’t wait for some idiot government authority to strangle you with red tape… you’re better than that. Do it yourself!

And then there’s the indestructible urge to interrupt the productive hours with meetings. Meetings… pre-meeting meetings… follow-up meetings… I commented the other day that the company’s real product is meetings. The stuff they market is just a sideline that pays the rent. It got a laugh. But I was probably wise to wait until there was only one other person in the lift.

It seems to be a rule in the corporate world that there is no step forward that doesn’t require two steps back. So it was a joy to discover another employee prepared to engage in some quiet subversiveness – as demonstrated in the following exchange of emails.

Hello Stan,

Earlier this morning, I replaced your generic workstation nameplate with your personal nameplate.

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Regards,

Greg.

 

Thanks Greg,

Stan

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Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 26, 2015

ANZAC Day 2015 – We Remember.

Gregoryno6:

A fine speech by Tony Abbott. Reblogging this.

Originally posted on Collection of Awesome:

Today marks 100 years since the the ANZAC troops landed in Gallipoli. For Australians and New Zealanders (and I guess some British people) ANZAC cove is pilgrimage for the allied forces that took part (hosted warmly by the Turkish).

Each year on 25th April we honour, celebrate, and remember the sacrifice of all servicemen who have laid down their lives (and those who served).

I managed to catch bits and pieces of the Dawn Service from Gallipoli and I entitled this post based off the closing part of the New Zealand prime minister’s speech;

“...usually at these commemorations we conclude by saying ‘Lest We Forget‘, but today, witnessed by all of you who have gathered here out of respect and remembrance, I will not say ‘Lest We Forget, because after 100 years, we can say, on this day, April the 25th 2015, We remember. – John Key, Prime…

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Posted by: Gregoryno6 | April 25, 2015

Anzac Day, 100 years on, Lest We Forget.

Gregoryno6:

For those unfamiliar with the ANZAC story – some information here.

Originally posted on If It Happened Yesterday, It's History:

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The last photograph of the Australian Infantry Division’s 11th Battalion before being sent off to the infamous Gallipoli campaign of 1915.

These early recruits, 703 of them pictured here above, were thrust in front of a camera on the 10th January 1915 to record this image for all posterity. Every single one of them were eager volunteers, when they first left the shores of Australia’s west coast, to embark on an “adventure” of a lifetime. Little did they know what really awaited them on the other side of the world, where on the European continent brave men were being slaughtered in their tens of thousands. These 703 men, only a small contingent of a large Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC), would eventually end up on the western front, but first they would experience the horrors of war on another continent, far away from France.

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Today, April 25 2015, marks the centenary of the landings on the beach at Gallipoli of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps.

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ANZAC Day is a focal point in the Australian calendar. It has become the day on which we mark our respect for all who serve in uniform, and the day we honour our war dead. The rights and wrongs of the Gallipoli campaign have been argued for a hundred years already. They will be argued for another hundred years and beyond. I myself would be happier if the defeat at Gallipoli was balanced with celebration of our victory at Milne Bay. But I’ve made that point already, elsewhere. Today I will let pictures do most of the talking.

(All images link back to their sources.)

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Melbourne served as the seat of the federal government from 1901 to 1927. When the First World War ended in 1918 it was therefore the logical place to build a grand war memorial. The poster above dates from 1936. The Shrine of Remembrance, in the top right corner, was completed only two years earlier. Well before that it had become a significant landmark.

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The final design adhered to this early sketch in most aspects. The broader surrounding marked by the statues of horsemen was abandoned, and the vast paved area is instead mostly parkland.

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On the day of its dedication in 1934 the Shrine attracted a crowd estimated at 300,000. This was about one-third of Melbourne’s population at the time.

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During the dedication it was decreed that the Shrine would always be visible from the city and that no building along St Kilda Road would be permitted that would interrupt that view. So far, in spite of Melbourne’s growth as a world city, that decree has held.

There have been some changes to the Shrine itself, and numerous additions. Surrounding parklands feature many smaller memorials. A development of recent years is mostly hidden beneath the main structure: the Shrine stands on an artificial hill, resting on pillars with the earth built up around it. This created an undercroft which now houses a visitor centre.

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Accessible through the new wings that flank the main structure, the centre provides a gentler means of entry for old warriors.

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The photo of the dedication ceremony includes a feature now lost: the reflecting pool before the north face, in the avenue leading down toward the city. This was removed to make way for the World War Two Forecourt.

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The World War Two Memorial is a touch of modernism in a precinct that is dominated by classical style. Six solid warriors – two sailors, two soldiers, two airmen – bear the coffin of a slain brother. The coffin is draped with the Australian flag (the Federation Star is visible just above the soldier).

Although rated as one of Melbourne’s prime tourist attractions the Shrine retains a quiet distance, and a dignity. The long walk up the avenue to the north entrance can be a sobering experience. The noise of the trams clanging their way through the city traffic grows subdued. This place has been touched by the spirits of those who died in faraway places; the earth moistened by the tears of those who mourned them. However bright and sunny the day, a visitor is compelled to thoughtfulness.

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The east and west external walls are adorned with four carvings that represent Peace, Justice, Patriotism and Sacrifice.

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LET ALL MEN KNOW THAT THIS IS HOLY GROUND. THIS SHRINE, ESTABLISHED IN THE HEARTS OF MEN AS ON THE SOLID EARTH, COMMEMORATES A PEOPLE’S FORTITUDE AND SACRIFICE. YE THEREFORE THAT COME AFTER, GIVE REMEMBRANCE.

Inside, an ambulatory runs around the Sanctuary. Books of Remembrance lie open, inviting the hopeful to seek the names of family and long-lost friends.

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Down in the Crypt, warrior father and son stand back to back in bronze.

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The Sanctuary is lined by columns of black marble mined at Buchan in eastern Victoria. Friezes above them depict scenes of battle from the First World War.

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At the heart of the Shrine, a solitary plaque:

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Soldiers march past the Shrine of Remembrance in Melbourne, Australia

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The centenary has been reached, and inevitably – some say – the public interest in ANZAC Day will decline. Attendances will be down next year, they warn. A television series screened this week rated poorly. But the old warriors are being replaced by young warriors – women as well as men. Children walk hand in hand not with their grandfathers, but their fathers.

Si vis pacem para bellum: those who wish for peace must be ready for war. At the end of every conflict we swear ‘never again’. But until that vow is fulfilled, the Shrine will serve as a reminder that freedom is bought with sacrifice.

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Lest We Forget.

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