Committee Thinking... Or Lack Thereof

In the past, great tribes used to gather for huge meetings - pow wows or whatever they called it (A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, after all). The amazing thing about this was that elders, chieftains and what-nots always knew what was going on and always new better than to try organise solo pow-wows where they'd have no option but to wing it.

Enter the 21st century twit, who sets up a meeting (forgets about it), then listens to your presentation, then casually announces that this actually has nothing to do with him, but he'll pass the information on to the relevant person who will then summon you into a pow-wow, break for a committee meeting, then call you back to the pow-wow so they can decided whether it will be necessary to have another pow-wow to deliberate the finings of the previous two. Why, dear twit, do you not save me the effort and inform me of this bureacracy over the drums... I mean, phone? The same one you had plastered to your ear when you set up the original "non-meeting" meeting.

Oh well. Welcome to South Africa.

And this was at a church...

On another note, and to justify the porn reference above, it turns out getting an age restriction for a commercially-released DVD (or any film material for distribution) is actually a pain in the nutsack.

First, you have to register as a distributor. CHA-CHING!!! R 825-00.

Then, you have to apply for a bunch of government-appointment windbags to watch the film (which, by the way, also includes things such as photos intended for distribution), with no guarantee they'll approve it. CHA-CHING!!! R 1 100-00 for the first 90 minutes, and an additional R 16-50 per minute over that.

And let's not even bother with the business of porn. First, before you can register as a distributor, you have to apply for a certified license of adult premises (that's what it's called) from a particular department. Fair enough. I'm not even bothered to try find out how much that'll cost. Then, there're additional charges to the above, especially if you're dealing with any X18 or XX18 rated material.

As I said to a colleague: I bet that when you produce those things, you're actually hoping that the male lead suffers from pre-mature ejaculation. While the pump-tickle-squirt structure may not pull the audience in its masses, at least it costs less to have some group of chastity-belt-wielding conservatives to give you a sticker (that MUST be on the cover) telling your audience that they shouldn't be watching it.

Heck! Maybe next movie, you'll be able to afford a condom for at least one of the scenes.

I don't really have a point today. Nor an axe to grind.

Yesterday, as I said the previous post, was election day. So I made my mark on the country - by adding to state coffers with an additional shelling out of sins tax.

Today's just another day like all the others.

I haven't heard from Demonic Tome yet - but I'll be checking their website from time-to-time, seeing as though they actually have a little section where submitters (is that a word?) can go check the status of their submissions (that is a word).

I leave you now with this last pearl of wisdom.

Until we meet again, sport fans!

Oh! And before I forget: Welcome, Kate, to this little smidgen of electronic depravity!