| Unless you're a 1337 lunix haxor type, for whom the downloading and playing from files thing seems to lead to giant marmots devouring the world in complete silence after Mozilla becomes ugly and beats you around the head a little and you think bugger that then I'll watch them in RealPlayer. You should watch them direct from the source in this case - the pause for download becomes an interestingly postmodern feature, the alienation from the show foreshadowed by Brecht kicks in, and you get to hear some funky techno. At no point does Britney remove her clothes. This is an important feature to note in the subtext of all Mr Veitch's works. Possibly in conjunction with the crab fetish displayed. |