antipopper

Right now I can’t really be bothered talking much about This Is Not Art, which annoyed and entertained in equal parts. Except to say that while you may know that “culture jamming panels have always been pretty shit“, Shane, I didn’t see you at my half-arsed “culture jamming” panel, you bastard. :) It’s no wonder, I guess — I hate the whole fetishistic institution of culture jamming as much as the next person, and yet somehow my panel ended up being all about it. Which is not how it was sold to me, I must say. I did manage to declare my hatred of Triple J’s pop-phobic “enemy of average” nastiness, though, and Britney did roll up on a tank, so perhaps it was all worth it.

Oh, I just noticed a bug in my blogging template — which must have been there from the beginnng! — that lopped off an alarming number of entries in the monthly archives. Duly fixed.