Category: But, Sir…

  • ANNOUNCEMENTS!

    There are a few things I want to update you on, gentle reader, so here they are:

    • Five-Dollar Fiction is now on its own dedicated website and is picking up steam, which is pretty spiffy. Feel free to pop over and commission your own micro-story, if you dare!1
    • But, Sir… is back in full since since the British government relaunched their ePetition website. Andrew and I have been maeking poast for almost a week now. It’s good to be back.
    • Nothing is set in stone just yet, but it looks like I’ll be writing and appearing in a web video with a SPECIAL CELEBRITY GUEST. Is that not awesome? I think it’s awesome.
    • Jump Leads will be updating at some point in the near future. I’m sitting on the inks for not one but two pages, and politely waiting for Kris to finish colouring them. Both he and JjAR have a lot of paid work on their hands right now, which is why the comic has been delayed so much. My apologies to the six or seven hardcore Jump Leads fans out there.
    • Somehow my friend and writing collaborator (not to mention Amazon best-selling author) Adam Croft snuck out a second book while no one was looking. It’s called “Guilty as Sin”, and it’s available to buy from Amazon and SmashWords. The non-eBook print editiony thing will be out before the end of September, or so Adam tells me.

    That’s more or less it. I don’t know if I let the world at large know about my personal Tumblr, but there it is for thems what wants to know.

  • Of Plums and Puddings

    Michelle recently told me that I use name-calling far too often on But, Sir…, which undermines the entire point of the blog. She is not wrong. It used to be that I would use insults sparingly, but recently I’ve been using them a lot. A lot of a lot, actually. It’s lazy, and I’m sure I could justify it all by saying “I’ve had it with these motherfucking morons on this motherfucking petitions site”, but if that were true why bother writing the blog at all? Why half-heartedly consider the possibility of putting a book together at some point in the next twelve months?

    This week Andrew and I had a lovely email conversation with a man who objected to me calling him a “fucking plum”, and then changed his position so that he’d only objected to me using the word “fucking”, and then threatened to call the Police. It highlighted two very important points – that there’s nothing wrong with name-calling, and that I really should tone it down a little. So I have done. I posted a bunch of petitions on But, Sir… today and there’s nary an insult amongst them. Considering one of those petitions came from recurring problem petitioner Keith Jones, I think I did rather well.

    Jump Leads is updating again, and I have to say it’s a bit of a relief. JjAR had taken a month off to try and work on becoming a freelance artist, but the work just isn’t out there in Russia so he’s stuck behind a desk still. I’m hoping I can pull from my exhaustive list of contacts to try and get him work on this side of the pond – maybe even a Work Visa. We’ll see what happens.

    There’ll be a new episode of Ben Paddon’s Feeble Excuse going up hopefully tomorrow featuring an awesome interview with the Grand Daddy of Nerdcore himself, MC Frontalot, and I’m once again collaborating on a project with Kill9 Studios that should be oodles of fun to write and shoot provided we don’t all get exterminated in the process.

  • We’re All Flawed, and We’re All Brilliant

    I read the UK government’s ePetitions website, and I do so as a hobby.

    But, Sir… started life as a hobby. Friend and fellow Jump Leads writer Andrew I both followed the RSS feed for the ePetition site in Google Reader and we’d often share the more ludicrous petitions with each other. The idea hit one one day that rather than just pointing them out to each other like children passing notes around class, why not collate them in a blog for everyone to see?

    Since then reading through the petitions has changed for me. It’s no longer a way to kill time. It’s almost a job. It’s something I enjoy doing a lot because, in all honesty, everybody likes to make fun of stupid people. Recently, however, it began to sit uncomfortably with me. “How on earth,” I’d ask myself, “Can there be this many stupid people living and working in the UK?”

    Indeed, idiocy is all around us. Here in the US we have to deal with morons like Orly Taitz and the Birthers, and the Healthcare Reform nuts who believe that Obama is going to send “death panels” to their grandparents’ houses to shoot them in the head. Or whatever. Indeed, there is a public perception amongst the rest of the world that America is full of mindless, gormless, overweight neanderthals who barely have enough power in their minuscule pea-brains to recall even the simplest of PIN numbers. Y’know what? I’ve lived here for over two years and I think that I’ve personally encountered more morons in the UK than I have in the US. The problem, really, is that the American morons get more news coverage – well when a country elects a complete and utter bollock-brain like Bush twice, they’re bound to get weird looks.

    British citizens like to look down on America, as though it were a less intelligent nation. But the simple truth is this: “Like German tourists, the stupid are everywhere.” The UK is not full of… actually, Americans, you should take note of this as well. The UK is not full of tea-drinking, wine-sniffing, witticism-spouting intellectuals who gather around a fine wooden table to discuss Matters of Great Importance. Not everybody there knows what a bidet is. Many of them have never even seen the inside of a Parlour, nor looked through the single lens of a monocle. The UK isn’t full of anything. What it has, just like any other country, is its fair share of smart people and its fair share of morons.

    The balance has always seemed off-kilter, and this is usually because idiots are louder. America has its Town Hall meetings where ignorant, gun-toating Beckites shout idiocies and moronisms at elected officials because they’re terrified that their healthcare system might be improved, and the UK has the Government ePetitions site and the BBC’s Have Your Say pages where our own special breed of idiot can shout more or less the same stupid comments either directly at the government or the internet in general (incidentally if you want to see real lunacy in action I’d suggest you check out spEak You’re bRanes, which does for the Have Your Say comments what we do for the ePetitions). This sort of halfwit has existed since long before our time. We’ve had idiots for decades. Centuries. Millennia. The only difference now is that they’ve been handed a worldwide platform for their mad ravings. Used to be you just stood on a street corner and told people that we should bring back Crucifixion. Now you can get on television and tell an entire nation, or  jump online and tell the world.

    Reading the ePetitions site might be enough to drive a lesser man into a pit of cynicism, depression, and a sort of general bitterness for the human race as a whole. Despite my bitter ranting in the last couple of paragraphs I feel I have to make it clear, I don’t despair for the state of the human race. I don’t lay awake at night wondering what’s become of us. I may well have a deeply-routed antipathy for the willfully ignorant, but that is not a label that can be applied to humanity as a whole. Me? I love the human race. We’re fantastic! How can you not love a world were an overworked, underpaid supermarket soda monkey does this with his spare time? Or where a lover sends his other half bits of card to tell her how much he loves her?

    People – cynical, jaded people in particular – seem to forget that just as human beings are capable of great stupidity and horror, so are we capable of remarkable intellect and acts of incredible kindness. For every Charles Manson there is a Danny Wallace, for every Fred Phelps there is a John Lennon (which logically means there’s also a Yoko Ono, but let’s not think about that).

    You can’t ignore that there is so much bad that goes on in the world – the media makes sure of that – but you mustn’t forget that there’s a lot of good going on as well.