The title has no bearing on the content of the post, but following a comment in a community I have this earworming the hell out of me, and I want to share the pain. I don't even watch The Mighty Boosh.
I am published in the Scotsman again today (the letters page, natch, but it sounds better when it's worded like that), with a very brief rant on idiot fundie Christians and their attitude towards sex education. The Scotsman's website now allows comments on letters. I can see this becoming a massive timesink. There are too many idiots in this world (particularly amongst the Scotsman's demographic), and they must be fought.
Today I finally got my postcard from the LA production company who have put me on the Discovery Channel. I was hoping to keep it as a souvenir. It managed the entire 5,000 mile journey unscathed before the postman creased the fuck out of it while shoving it perfunctorily through the postbox. Still, I suppose I should be glad I'm receiving anything at all.
I realize that there are probably about four people reading this who haven't heard it sixteen times already, most often from cairmen, so I apologize in advance to everyone else:
The feature-length version of Bloodspell is out! Streaming copy available here, downloadable versions here. I'm not convinced about the efficacy of watching an 84-minute feature film over streaming video, so I would suggest downloading if I were you, but feel free to give it a go.
Go on. Watch it.