Octopodial Chrome

I was watching an interview with Richard Curtis, the creator of the Blackadder series and other things (most notably to those who don’t watch PBS, Four Weddings and a Funeral) in which he stated a most remarkable thing: that the atrocious Vicar of Dibley was a political act. He wanted to support the idea that priestesses should be ordained because women are best at working out complex problems and that kind of thing. Not a single word about, I don’t know, priests being icons of Christ, or leading the congregation in the Sacraments, or worshipping God, or anything else: apparently a priest’s job is to act as an underqualified and underpaid psychologist. It’s sad.

Of course, on those grounds, there’s no logical reason women shouldn’t be made priestesses. Once one’s lost the idea that the priest is something, and the he represents Christ, one might as well throw in the towel utterly. Of course, this is the same denomination currently patting itself on the back for electing bishop a man who left his wife and children to find solace in the arms of another.

Been listening to La Decadance on Radio 1190 tonight. It’s an absolutely wonderful show which is kind of French-flavoured pop. What it ends up being is just about the most eclectic thing around, ranging from electronic New Wave-ish stuff to Western covers of the Star Wars theme (no joke—and it worked!) to whatever else the DJ feels like playing. It’s what radio was meant to be. Best two hours on the air.

All the Star Wars goodness one man can stand is at the official Star Wars Databank. Why, it almost makes up for Episodes I and II. Almost. Almost, but not quite. What would make up for it would be for George Lucas to publicly apologise for making a complete dog’s breakfast of what had been a more-than-mildly enjoyable series. Of course, Episode VI was pretty bad, too. Come to think of it, two out of five is pretty bad.

Lucas was also responsible for American Graffiti and Howard the Duck, IIRC. The man must be stopped before he films again.