Hi.

Wel­come to Planet Mut. Estab­lished in 2004, it’s the per­fect out­let for my more sociopathic tend­en­cies. Email me at planetmut@gmail.com.

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OUT Campaign

The Out Campaign: Scarlet Letter of Atheism

Banned Books


Reading


Charley says never go off with Jimmy Savile

NO RECAP of 70s pub­lic safety films would be com­plete without the badly-animated adven­tures of Char­ley the cat and his deformed owner, whose name you never learned as his mother was prob­ably too ashamed of birth­ing such a mon­stros­ity to give it a human moniker (he was actu­ally called Tony). Pro­duced by the Cent­ral Office of Inform­a­tion, with Char­ley being voiced by the bril­liant Kenny Ever­ett, the undy­namic duo appeared in six one-minute clips teach­ing little kids the dangers of rivers, matches, teapots(!), tables, pic­nics and strangers, all things that were appar­ently just wait­ing to kill kids in 70s Bri­tain:

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Los Angeles to Lakewood in five minutes

February 8th, 2013 | Category: Mini, Video | Leave a comment

Lakewood to Los Angeles in five minutes

February 7th, 2013 | Category: Mini, Video | Leave a comment

Songs to listen to when you’re depressed

The Cure, “Plain­song”

Many people would think that listen­ing to any­thing by The Cure, even the stu­pidly happy “Fri­day I’m In Love”, would be a step closer to the pill bottle. “Plain­song” is a track I can only listen to when I’m really down because it’s then that I find it beau­ti­fully uplift­ing. Robert Smith’s whispered lyr­ics over the earthquake-inducing key­boards match my mood per­fectly and the line “some­times you make me feel like i’m liv­ing at the edge of the world”… well, that’s depres­sion for you.

Ride, “OX4”

Another com­bin­a­tion of music and lyr­ics that sound […]

Ear we go again

REMEMBER these? Fezzy did. Thanks to him I’ve had to buy a new pair of head­phones as he bit through the wires on my Rebel Alli­ance set. In fact, in order to do that he had to stick his head inside my satchel to get at them, a feat of feline intel­li­gence that fur­thers my belief that he’ll be run­ning the uni­verse by the time he’s three. I didn’t talk to him for two days. So after own­ing these for three weeks, using them twice and chuck­ing them in the bin once, I was forced to switch to the dark side […]