This will be the last post on The Word for a little while. I’ll pause briefly while you all cry out in anguish and plead the gods to hear your cry. I’m heading overseas again and won’t be able to get to a computer very regularly. When I’m not being an author, I work as a personal trainer and Kung Fu instructor. In this capacity I’m off to China for a couple of weeks of training seminars and competitions, then on to Old Blighty for a brief rest and to catch up with family and friends. As opportunity and internet access allows, I will post anything Word suitable, but don’t be surprised if things are quiet ’round these parts for a few weeks.
Before I go, however, let me leave you with a couple of things to be going on with. First, we have this rather confusing sign at the BP petrol station next to Sydney Park:
In case it’s not clear, the sign reads:
10 min max
Are we to take this to mean that only customers are not allowed to park there for a maximum of ten minutes? This sign both confuses and annoys me. Of course, I’m well aware of what it’s supposed to mean, but that’s not actually what it says. Is it so hard to get a proof reader for seven words?
Next up is another church sign, sent in by a dedicated Word reader who wishes to remain anonymous. I’m not sure why; perhaps they fear retribution from the Anglican church in the form of an incomprehensible leaflet campaign. Anyway, I’d seen this sign myself and was glad that someone took the trouble to photograph it and save me the effort.
This is not only the usual bizarre rhetoric we’ve come to expect from churches, but it manages to be both incorrect and irrelevant on several points. Not a bad effort for a two line comment.
Firstly, robots, having no genetic material, can’t be cloned. They are simply facsimiles. Now, you can take a broad definition of the word ‘clone’ and let that pass. However, the Reverend Nonsense goes on to suggest that robots don’t suffer from their cloning. Of course not; they’re robots. They have no emotional capacity and couldn’t suffer from anything. Then the Rev. Nonsense asks if we’ll feel like that in the future. Feel like what? Feel like something that can’t feel and wouldn’t feel anyway as it would have no problem with being ‘cloned’? It makes no sense whatsoever. And the Rev. Nonsense is plainly leaping onto a bandwagon with regard to a subject about which he has close to no knowledge whatsoever.
And to leave you, having seen the grand effort from St Stephen’s Anglican Church in Bellevue Hill (above), I went to check up on our old friends at the Central Baptist Church in Sydney, that have provided such great signs in the past. And yes, they’re at it again:
I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions on that one.
Right, I’m off to pack my bags and confirm flights and all that nonsense. Check back often, but I apologise in advance for the inevitably interrupted service. Keep your emails and suggestions coming, as I always enjoying hearing from you all.