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November 23rd, 2009
11:46 am - Harry Brown
Harry Brown is the new British film starring Michael Caine. My all time favourite film is Get Carter, and I feel that its influence extends across a great deal of subsequent British film and television. There is always a danger when you love a film that you see its influence where it does not exist, but I am certain that this film, like Life on Mars, was explicitly informed by Get Carter. However, unlike Life on Mars, I think it gets it wrong.
Get Carter is a deep and complex film, with poetry of language and structure, and no simple message or meaning. In contrast Harry Brown is a simple, perhaps even stupid, film with a simplistic conservative (and Tory) message. Having said that, it is not worthless. Caine is an interesting actor; I believe he is probably not brainy in the abstract reasoning sense, but he has a charisma to project depth and nuance out of nothing. I think he's been in far more bad films than good ones, but he seems to be able to put on integrity as if they had never happened, as if he was better than this nonsense even while he is in it.
Although I think the story and meaning of the film are a bit stupid, it is well crafted. It builds gently as we follow Harry Brown - a mild mannered pensioner - through his humble life in a run down council estate, somewhere like Peckham. It's interesting that although he is meant to be the age of my parents, his clothes and the decoration of his house closely resemble my grandparents'. Caine, and the character, are at the cusp of old age, but what you see on screen signals late old age. That means his transformation into a Charles-Bronson style vigilante is both plausible (he has the capability) and wrenching (but he seems so old).
The transformation into a vigilante begins quite slowly and accidentally. He kills a pitiful mugger, by accident, and goes back to his flat and washes himself and scrubs his lino floor. Up until this point the film is realistic and low key. He then goes to buy a gun. At this point the story tips over into silliness, albeit enjoyable ultra-violent sentimental daftness. The gun merchants appear to be demonic, living among those thick semi-transparent white plastic sheets suspended from the ceiling, that signal 'you are in hell now'. I started to feel we were stepping into reefer madness territory.
It is obligatory when referencing Get Carter that the protagonist sees a porn film, and is changed by it into a killing machine. True enough, this is precisely what happens to Harry Brown in the gun den. But in Get Carter, and any homage to it, this should reveal complexity, make the hero question himself, plunge him into nihilistic self-doubt.
But instead, and for the rest of the film, what happens is that all complexity is washed away. Instead we increasingly discover who are the baddies, and who the goodies, and that while violence by baddies is bad, violence by goodies is of course good. This does mean that there are some nicely camptastic bits, for instance Caine leading a rent boy into an underpass on a dog lead. But overall, it demeans the audience with a message that doesn't really reflect how the world is or how it can be put right.
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November 20th, 2009
02:14 pm - Voices on audio
I have been listening to audio books for about three years now. I think in all that time there have only been three where the reading spoiled my enjoyment. The overall quality of modern voice work is excellent. Nowadays actors are really good at tailoring their voices. Voice coaching has become a science - linguists understand the way vowels change, and tutors can coach actors until they can reproduce any voice, it seems.
I've also enjoyed books read by their authors. I've listened to books read by John Crowley, Junot Diaz, and Richard Dawkins for example. Without exception they were effective, and Diaz did some brilliant accents. Perhaps an author is so well entered into his or her words that they don't need to be specially trained to make the book live.
The three where the reading spoiled the story were read by people without modern voice training, who were also not the authors. This is Water by David Foster Wallace was read by his wife, as he had died. I also listened to a fairly poor autobiography of a criminal psychologist (Helen Morrison) - she read her 'own' words, but the book had been ghost-written for her, and you could tell by the clumsy way she read the sentences, not knowing where to put the stresses.
And the third book, which I have come to a halt mid-way through this week, is The Lodger by Marie Belloc Lowndes. I think it's an old recording, made many years ago. The book is set in Jack the Ripper's London, so the characters are lower class cockney types. The reader is a cultivated American lady. This is absolutely not a criticism 'Americans can't do British accents'. Most can, some brilliantly. I think however this recording was made before modern communications made it commonplace for us to converse internationally, and before modern voice coaching was in place. She mixes up lots of different accents, such as Yorkshire vowels and Cockney inflections. Honestly, it makes Dick Van Dyke sound like Meryl Streep.
But anyway - only three failures in three years isn't bad is it? I certainly would continue to get books read by their authors, and books read by modern trained actors are always well delivered.
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09:56 am - I like big lists
I like big lists 'cause I don't want to die
All you other semioticians can't deny
That's an excellent summary (on metafilter) of this article, where Umberto Eco speaks about why our knowledge of infiity and mortality leds us to like lists of things.
The list is the origin of culture. It's part of the history of art and literature. What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible. It also wants to create order -- not always, but often. And how, as a human being, does one face infinity? How does one attempt to grasp the incomprehensible? Through lists... The list doesn't destroy culture; it creates it. Wherever you look in cultural history, you will find lists. I think lists are a way of imposing some order on infinity, for people who don't like order too much. Lists retain a certain provisionality, they invite amendment, and they don't formalise the relationship between elements very strongly. They are less oppressive than systems.
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November 17th, 2009
01:27 pm - Waters of Mars
A bit more about the Waters of Mars, behind a spoiler cut. I think I've worked out my thoughts by writing them down.
( Read more... )
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November 15th, 2009
10:09 pm - Doctor Who: The Waters of Mars
I just watched Waters of Mars on iPlayer, and I thought it was great. You know I am so used to not really liking Doctor Who all that much, episode after episode, and that's the first one I've really enjoyed for ages. I thought it was an entirely suitable story for an hour-long SF show, which has to be suitable for the youngest kids, and also has to be quite scary. And it more or less made sense throughout. It didn't piss me off at all. I liked David Tennant going a bit bonkers at the end. In fact i wouldn't have had it any other way. In all - I haven't enjoyed Doctor Who so much for ages, and it was a real old fashioned exciting story.
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November 13th, 2009
10:40 am - The Colour Out of Space
So last night I couldnt sleep - happens just now and again. So I am sitting in the middle of the night looking at the Mandelbulb. OMG.
"The original Mandelbrot is an amazing object that has captured the public's imagination for 30 years. It's found by following a relatively simple math formula. But in the end, it's still only 2D and flat - there's no depth, shadows, perspective, or light sourcing. What we have featured in this article is a potential 3D version of the same fractal."
So, the 3-D version looks in places like organisms, in places like weather, in places like geography. But sitting in a dark house at 3am staring into a zoom it feels extremely freaky.
The link above is to a discussion and some still shots but there are animated zooms.
Here's a great animation of the Julia Set realised in 3-D. I think this is a good place to start. It's like entering into an alien life form.
This one from Youtube is a small glimpse, but bear in mind it's only in orthographic mode, so there's no tasty perspective or parallax as yet. In other words, it's like enlarging a giant photograph, rather than flying through - plane-style. Watch this space for future animations. Also, if you want to make any yourself, and would like them to featured on this page, let me know, or even better, post to the thread at FractalForums.com.
Also check out David Makin's animations, such as the degree 4 version of the Mandelbulb, his Crater Lake Flyover, Krzysztof Marczak's excellent rotational Mandelbulb variation, and this computer generated romanesco broccoli created by Aleksandar Rodic (which is an IFS type fractal rather than the Mandelbulb we're exploring, but still really cool).
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November 12th, 2009
11:48 am - Breaking Bad
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jekesta and my son both recommended the series Breaking Bad, so I watched it (in the UK it's on Five US, or Fiver or something). I've seen two episodes now and I think it's great. In general people seem to like it, but I haven't read much more about it than that. As Jekesta says
It has Malcolm's dad in it, which is usually all you need to tell people to make them watch it
Malcolm's Dad! (from Malcolm in the Middle). I love him and Malcolm's mum.
The plot is that Malcolm's dad is a chemistry teacher who secretly sets up a meth lab with a slacker who used to be his student and gets into wacky scrapes.
The two things I like best about it are that Malcolm's Dad is adorable, and also that he Wins by using Science Knowledge every week. Well, 'wins' is a bit strong: survives. Apparently the actor - I must use his real name, Bryan Cranston - won an Emmy for the role.
So, surprisingly highly recommended.
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November 11th, 2009
03:52 pm - Burnt Norton (iii)
I thought I understood the next bit, as the Antithesis to what came before. Instead of fretting about the past and future, live wholly in the present. This is the Kingdom of God, Nirvana, the Garden of Eden. And Eliot represents it in the poem as walking out into the sunny rose garden and just feeling the pleasure of existing. But we find we can't sustain that ecstasy for more than a few moments, and thus we experience our own fallen nature. And Eliot's Christian belief in the fallen state of man wins over a Buddhist idea that we can attain perfection. I used to think that was all he was saying, but I've changed my mind.
( Read more... )
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November 10th, 2009
02:42 pm - Burnt Norton (ii)
The first 84 words set out a general philosophical position - the utter non-existence of everything except the narrow intense present. The next 23 words give a concrete example of the theory in practice, and a metaphor:
My words echo
Thus, in your mind.But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
In these 23 words Eliot is saying that his act of composing the words of Burnt Norton is, by the time you read this, part of the destroyed past. His words only exist in the mind of you, whoever you are, who happen to be reading this poem in this microsecond of time. Conversely from his point of view you, reading this, are just a vague potential in the abyss of non-existence that lies in front of him. So the poem is a message from a destroyed man to a reader who does not exist. The bowl of dusty old rose leaves seems to make the words you read the dried husks of a living act of creation, now long dead, and the listless breeze of your attention just lifts them momentarily in a parody of life.
The first time I wrote about Burnt Norton egretplume said it 'reminds me of the SF world of alternate realities'. I agree. I think Burnt Norton is very much like SF. It says to you 'Look - the real universe is extremely peculiar and rather dreadful. The conventional model you have of existence is not only quite dull, but completely wrong.'
The dried rose leaves are also a bridge into the next section which is about walking into the living rose garden at Burnt Norton.
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November 9th, 2009
01:32 pm - The Fourth Kind
'The Fourth Kind' as in 'Close Encounters of...' this is a B movie about a fictional case of alien abduction in an isolated Alaskan town called Nome (which really exists). It's a short low-budget creature feature, which I liked, and made me quite scared. Written and directed by an African-American called Olatunde Osunsanmi, who also appears as a professor called Awolowa Odusami.
It's a clever film, because it uses the audience's expectations to weave a veil of authenticity over a story which is pure hokum. The story begins with Milla Javocich explaining that the film consists of real footage, interspersed with reconstructions, and she will play the part in the reconstructions of a real woman, Abigail Tyler, a psychologist whose patients are remembering alien abduction events. Then you see black and white footage of Abigail Tyler who is very plain and self-conscious compared to Javovich. The whole film slips between this 'real footage' which has unattractive people acting awkwardly on poor-quality film stock, and the 'reconstructions' which are full-colour Hollywood style footage with known minor actors. Sometimes there is a split screen with 'real' footage on one side and 'actors reconstructing the same scene' on the other side of the screen. Sometimes there is a sound-track taken from a 'real' recording of a police interview, while actors on screen mouth the lines. Sometimes the screen splits into four, and the border between the different types of film wanders from side to side on the screen.
Clever. Of course the 'real footage' is actually pretend: this is not a documentary about real events. But most of the really spooky stuff happens in the 'authentic' footage, so it gains a feel of authenticity.
( minor spoilers )
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10:57 am - A learning experience all round
This very long thread in metafilter (800+ comments) and this discussion of the thread (currently at 200+ comments) may seem impossibly lengthy to consider reading, but nevertheless I am going to recommend them.
The original thread is a discussion of a 'guide for men' about how not to appear threatening to women. And to understand why women get edgy when you - innocent man, with no bad intentions - approach them in a friendly way. The discussion kicked off with a range of comments from men saying the article was silly and attacks and street harassment by men on women were rare. For example (this is a man speaking):
I read the article and am saddened that this woman feels this way on a daily basis, but I also don't think she speaks for all women. In fact, I am pretty sure she doesn't. She's right in that she gets to set her own level of risk assessment, but I think she set hers on the level of paranoia. That's not a good way to go through life.
But then the thread took off with dozens and then hundreds of women posting their normal experiences of being pestered, harassed and threatened. Stories that are normally not shared. A very small number of men on metafilter interrupted the thread to try to stop what was happening, but the majority did not.
It was a learning experience for me too. Not because the stories of being followed, shouted at, groped, flashed at, frightened etc are new to me, but because I hadn't really ever considered that men don't know what it's like. Men literally don't realise what happens, and how often, and how upsetting it is. I've got to my age and I didn't realise that men don't see it happening the way women do. Because the harassers don't do it when you are walking with a man. And women don't talk about it much.
Don't get me wrong. I am old and plump with grey hair. I don't get hassled in that way. When I was young I did. I hated it, and I was frightened of it. I am so glad that it doesn't happen any more.
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November 8th, 2009
11:33 am - Flaying the outfield
A year or so ago I read Collapse by Jared Diamond. In that book he compares examples of sustainable and unsustainable societies. An example of an unsustainable society is the Viking settlement in Greenland. A key term in that book is 'mining'. He calls it mining if a culture is just stripping out an unreplenished resource. For instance the Vikings stripped the peat from southern Greenland, much faster than it could be replaced (they called it 'flaying the outfield'). Then it was all gone and they died.
The first section of the book is about modern Montana. I found it a bit less interesting than the rest so I skimmed it. However I remember him saying that capitalism has been in Montana much less time (about a quarter of the time) that the Vikings were in Greenland. And we consider Greenland a failed experiment. That comes to mind a lot when we read these National Geographic articles and see the pictures of the prairies being abandoned again.
This is the place where assumptions about the land proved to be wrong. The homesteaders believed rain followed the plough. In the grasslands of western Kansas, Nebraska, and the Dakotas, they learned better. And so for almost a century we’ve watched stranded towns and houses fall one by one like autumn leaves in the chill of October.
What is so tragic is that this land only fell to the plough because of the systematic destruction of the existing ecology. Millions of buffalo were left to rot. At the end of Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy, this is the most traumatic page in a book of misery and devastation. The prairie wolves gorge on the corpses and then starve to death. I'm wondering if the world is our outfield, and we are flaying it. Genocide slavery and destruction brought capitalism to the land, and I don't think we can hold onto it.
Though sometimes I think this is just me. I have heard it said 'as people grow old they project their own physical decline onto their culture'. And so I think perhaps it is my own mortality I sense approaching me. In this article George Monbiot says the opposite, that older people such as Clive James reject the truth about climate change, because it reminds them of their own mortality. I feel the opposite.
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10:54 am - It's been an emotional rollercoaster
Like milk? Like Mad Men? Then you'll love Milk Men:'This isn't milk. It's... it's innocence'.
Sesame Street Mad Men: 'Well, it's been an emotional rollercoaster... good work sycophants' (sycophants? in a show for pre-schoolers? talk about stretching vocabulary).
Simpsons Mad Men
Mad Women: 'If men wrote copy, who would answer the phone?'
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November 7th, 2009
12:51 pm - Word Power
Someone wrote a letter to the Guardian a while ago, complaining about Will Self's article on Roald Dahl. Specifically about his use of obscure terms. The letter-writer gets quite personal: 'Does (Self) use big words because there's a bit of a lacuna in the long-johns department?' (NB ahem I doubt it in this case).
The words he specifically objects to are:
barbellate
veridical
apiarist
Manichean
hydrocephalic
immiserated
mancipated
synechdoche
applique
quiddity
I like most of them. To substitute a synonym would be a loss. I prefer journalists to err towards precise and uncommon words. As Charlie Brooker said on telly last night, you weren't put off Monty Python if you hadn't heard of philosophers they joked about, and you might be motivated to find out more.
Having said that, I think 'mancipated' is a little pointless. I didn't know what 'barbellate' meant. I looked it up after reading the letter, but not after reading the review. I don't usually bother to look up words; I just make a guess.
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November 4th, 2009
11:11 am - An obscure and poppied world
I want to post about my Victorian gothic kind-of-ancestor Thomas Cooper Gotch, who was a painter in the Newlyn school, and then became a sort of symbolist. My grandmother's maiden name was Gotch, there are only about half a dozen Gotches in England, and we think Thomas Cooper Gotch was a relative of my great-grandfather. So I'm not actually descended from him, he's more of a shady great-uncle.
Here is a gallery of his paintings.
And here is another gallery. You can see the transition from naturalist portrayal of a Cornish fishing village, to stuff with fairies and corpses. And I think I may have worked out what caused this change:
"And as I move through an obscure and poppied world behold a shrouded form that seems to question me! Is this the dead Destroyer, Death? is this the end? Ah no! the pallid arms are raised, the veil divides, a faint sigh breaths my name, and lo, Not night but dawn; not death, but life, or better, life through death, yea Death the Bride!"
(Thomas Gotch)
Honestly, family can be so embarrassing. 'Move through an obscure and poppied world?' I think we know where you are coming from, Thomas.
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November 3rd, 2009
05:18 pm - top ten brewing
It's early days yet, some might say it's a year before I should even be thinking about it, but I've been considering my top ten books of the past decade. I restrict myself to books published this decade of course. My real top ten includes books everyone else read years before, but I have only just discovered.
The ones which jump into my mind immediately when I think about this are
The Red Riding Trilogy (I'll count that as one choice) by David Peace
Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susannah Clarke
Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
Averno by Louise Gluck
Shakespeare's Language by Frank Kermode
Light M John Harrison
Darkmans, Nicola Barker
ETA - I think Beyond Black by Hilary Mantel
There are several other books I liked a lot, and most of the SF I have read is like that - probably not top ten, but really good: Snow, Years of Rice and Salt, Transition, Black Man, House of Leaves, The Separation, Oscar Wao. OK, looking at them and seeing how much I like them, I'm now thinking I probably need to do two top tens, one SF and one 'other' ... No, one Sf, one fantasy, and one 'other'.
Obviously I'm going to have to think a bit more about this. I will post this to my blog anyway, just so I don't forget what I'm thinking about.
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October 30th, 2009
11:06 am - yeah yeah yeah
The Guardian has an article on funny songs - often so, so funny, and yet the genre has a bad reputation. How did musical comedy pick up its bad reputation? (Bill) Bailey fingers the "folk singers who did wacky songs" in the 70s – people like Billy Connolly, whose Welly Boot Song was a staple of that decade's entertainment. The era's novelty singles – the Barron Knights' oeuvre; the Goodies' Funky Gibbon; Benny Hill's Ernie (The Fastest Milkman in the West) – likewise cast a long shadow. I noticed when I was watching I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue this week that I laughed most at the musical bits: One Song to the Tune of Another, that one where they fade the tune in and out, Audience Humming, and of course the immortal Swanee Kazoo. Bill Bailey's musical act is frickin hilarious. It's just tummy-achingly funny from start to finish.
The Guardian also has a little list of 'top five comic songs ever'. I was going to link, but I can't find it online (ETA now added thanks to brisingamen). From memory they chose 'Modern Major General', 'Cheese and Onions' by the Rutles, 'It Would Never Work' by Victoria Wood, something by Flight of the Conchords (ETA 'The Humans are Dead'), and I forget the last one (ETA - If I Didn't Have You, by Tim Minchin).
Here are my top five funny musical numbers.
Let's Do It by Victoria Wood ('I'm on Fire, with Desire/ I could handle half the tenors in a Male Voice Choir')
The Intro and the Outro by the Bonzo Dog Doodah band ('Looking very relaxed, Adolf Hitler on Vibes')
Exactly Like You by Morecombe and Wise (with Tom Jones)
Lydia the Tattooed Lady By Groucho Marx
I'm Fucking Ben Affleck by Jimmy Kimmel and various - I could only find a beeped version
Just the first five that came to mind - can you suggest some?
ETA I am also a big fan of the Benny Hill/Eminem/Doctor Who mashup that I linked to in an earlier post - always makes me laugh
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October 28th, 2009
04:03 pm - Freedom
My children are growing up quickly. My daughter flew out to Germany today to visit her German boyfriend in Munchen Gladbach. My son just phoned to say he's got a job at Kenilworth Castle. He is planning to move out in a few days (eek!) to live with a friend, at least during the week. I think this is a good half-way stage to accustom him to independence. This time next year they will (probably) both be at University. My whole life is changing very rapidly now. For better or worse? Just different. I wouldn't like it if they didn't get older and more independent, but at the same time, I like young children, and I will never be the mother of a young chld again.
I wish we were like the Tralfamadoreans in Slaughterhouse 5. I wish I could come unstuck in time, and enjoy one day looking after babies, then have a day off being middle aged and quiet, then a day being a teenager, and so on.
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10:04 am - This inversion of power
This article by Jenni Russell in the Guardian is about the prosecution of teachers who are accused by pupils of assaulting them. This is an area where I have changed my mind radically over the years. When I was a kid the power was all with teachers, and although I was never assaulted myself I saw frequent violence by teachers against pupils, and also heard about a great deal of inappropriate behaviour. My default position has therefore always been to give the benefit of the doubt to the young person.
Recently however I have known several teachers who were - I believe - wrongly accused of things they did not do, by disturbed young people. In one case the teacher was vindicated because unknown to the accuser there was a CCTV camera monitoring the corridor where the assault was supposed to have taken place. In other cases the evidence has been less clear cut, and it has caused lasting damage to the person's work and family life.
The article mentions two things which arise as the result of these accusations: 'the Department for Children, Schools and Family's policy of encouraging schools to isolate all suspended teachers by banning them from having any social contact with their colleagues'. This policy affected at least one friend of mine: after a pupil alleged assault his colleagues were banned from speaking to him, for over a year, though some of them risked their careers by covertly talking to him (I am not joking). The second thing which I have seen happen is reflected in one story Jenni Russell quotes 'Social services decided that the charge made him a potential risk to any child, so he was ordered to leave his wife and teenage daughters and move out of his home'. This hasn't happened to anyone I know but one friend was threatened with it, and his wife was told she would have to choose between leaving her husband and having her daughter taken into care. Luckily it never came to that and the social workers lost interest after a couple of months.
The other thing that I have seen happen is that people are excluded from their place of worship as a result of these accusations. I obviously am not religious but I know religion is a comfort to many people, and it is hard that teachers are shunned by their co-religionists and banned from attending church services.This summer the children's select committee published a report into the question of allegations against teachers. It was astoundingly critical of the way the authorities treated teachers in these situations. It warned that while only a tiny percentage of accusations ended in convictions, those wrongly accused were likely to go through "intense distress", and might have their lives and careers ruined.
In all honesty I do not know what the answer to this conundrum is. My feeling is that truly wicked teachers do exist, and are probably adept at evading detection, Meanwhile innocent - literally innocent - people have their lives destroyed.
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October 27th, 2009
03:33 pm - Zalgo: he comes
Zalgo refers to the corruption of perfectly innocent things and ideas, such as comics, stories or memes.
Here is a post showing some comics, infected by ZALGO...
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