Governed by fools.

Important, interesting and typically frustrating, the man behind www.sex.ie (and friend of clamnuts.com) has being trying to register www.porn.ie for a while and the IE Domain Registry in their infinite wisdom deems not to list porn.ie because it is immoral.

Full story here with intelligent debate. The whole site, sex.ie is shaping up to be a great resource, not a leggy blonde or typical shiny graphic to be seen and the content besides the occaisional bit of flarn is way more high brow and constructive than I expected. It's only live a few weeks so keep checking it as it grows.

But just how can a word be offensive? Of course the content or porn.ie won't be all ages viewing but how can Irish adults choose to view or not to view an Irish porn site if the saps won't even allowthe domain name. Interestingly though I just checked if something widely accepted as offensive like www.nigger.com was active and nothing came up. They're shooting themselves in the foot on this because when they finally buckle, the hype will be huge and more people will flock to the porn.ie. A court case seems inevitable and it's something we should all support, not just because we want to see scangers from Finglas get dogged out of it but because it's typical of this backwards country.

It's a fuckin disgrace.

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Chris Judge currently has an exhibition on in the Powerscourt Town Centre (I was once forcibly removed from that place, it's swanky) and it should be well worth a look. From the Fantomville website:

Nautilus' is an underwater land bulging full of tiny aquatic creatures each fighting for position on the canvases of these paintings. The tiny creatures of various sizes emerge from the darkness or shine in the gleaming light. Above the water are several portraits of local fishermen who cohabit the seas of Nautilus on over 40 new paintings all painted in acrylic on board. There will also be 12 handpainted soft toys for sale.

Chris is a top notch illustrator and comic artist and has some great comics on the boil and please God he will publish them soon. Never met the bloke but have conversed with him a few times. I think he still does comics for Mongrel, I did a run a few years ago and can't remember why I stopped. He's also the bassist in The Chalets who are deadly. Below is one of their videos, it gets me all worked up because the girls are like little lego men. Wouldn't mind waking up Gullivers Travel style with them swarming all over my bits. Great video and song. Are songs still called songs? Tracks? Tunes? Charndelles?



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'kay I'm standing at a bus stop in town yesterday and this good looking girl comes up with a large wrapped canvas under her arm. I'm looking at her with the same sense of envy and pity I get whenever I see artists. Especially around Thomas Street where I was, the National College of Art and Design is there and looking at all the 'wacky' individuals and introverts scurrying in the entrance always makes me smile.

My thoughts on what a waste Art College is best left for another day but alot of the pupils at NCAD, past and present are poor
misguided fools who will put in 4 0r 5 years
and leave with a meaningless qualification.

I personally know around five people who have done the NCAD thing and were so wrapped up in the whole experience that they got nothing done, learned nothing, have nothing to show for it, and spend years afterwards surrounding themselves with similar people in a terrible self congratulatory bubble, standing at bus stops looking winsome with a canvas under their arm is probably as good as it gets, 'I'm an artist'.

Anyway she was standing there when this large dude turns the corner holding a massive white canvas, it looks like a window in the drawing but it was a canvas. He proudly marches with the heavy frame, a struggling artist in every sense, walking against the rush hour traffic with disdain for us poor wageslaves. The bus stop is full of poor tired bastard commuters like me and
he no doubt sees us as that. Then he sees her.

The mini opera of his face as he walked closer was one of the best thing I've seen all year, the recognition of this beautiful fellow artist against the crushing reality of 9-5, his pride in the size of his canvas; that she would bow down to his superior art board, I could see that he fell in love instantly and by right of nature they should walk off together, it looked like he was going to nod or attempt to talk, he gets closer and closer but no he keeps walking, past me, with his head hung in shame. All done in four seconds.
It was great but nobody else saw it. When I write this as a comic I'll add this as the resolution; he goes home and paints a big picture of her on the canvas and then she ends up going to the exhibition and sees hereslf and then they fall in love. But that's not what happened and he's probably at home now tearing the balls off himself thinking about what could have been. What a gem.

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