Karma My Arse.

Oh, don’t you just love these brainless Hollywood types who manage to remember one vaguely interesting and “like, you know, spiritual-sounding” word and then insist on letting it roll off their tongues whenever the opportunity arises — like they actually know what they’re talking about?

I refer, of course, to Sharon Stone’s ridiculous comments attributing the recent earthquakes in China to “karma”. To quote:

“I’m not happy about the way the Chinese are treating the Tibetans because I don’t think anyone should be unkind to anyone else. And then all this earthquake and all this stuff happened, and I thought, is that karma?”

Yes, people, the Chinese (not even the Chinese government — the Chinese) brought it on themselves. Because bad things happen to bad people. Aw, shucks, I’m so glad she cleared that one up for me.

Say what you will about Ms. Stone, however, but one thing I’m fairly sure about is that nothing bad will happen to her. Because she isn’t bad. No, now don’t look like that. She isn’t — she’s simply, and quite clearly, very, very stupid.

Summertime (Yeah, Right!)

Three things I won’t be doing this summer:

1. Watching Big Brother. Enough is enough! People-watching is fun, when we’re talking real people and not hand-picked conflict/fuck droids!
2. Getting a tan. This is England, what can I say?
3. Publicising my new novel. That’s next summer.

Three things I will be doing this summer:

1. Watching Wimbledon in HD and on Interactive.
2. Reading War and Peace (always assuming I ever get Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain finished!)
3. Relaxing.
4. Planning We Are Watching.
5. Learning to count.

What does/doesn’t this summer have in store for you?