Category: musings

Lab Coat Season

While media misrepresentation of science was a big part of , it was way back in my first show, Listen to the Man in the Lab Coat where I tackled that old idea that putting someone in a lab coat makes them an instant authority figure in advertising. Recently, however, ads have taken a different slant. It was looking good for a while – remember the ad in which the German car engineers erotically shaped a model car out of clay? It seemed that science was allowed to be sexy – albeit an acceptably nerdy form of sexy (the male engineer remained awkward throughout, and the female engineer wasn’t allowed any kind of ownership of her sexy behaviour). But those days are over; advertisers have declared open season on lab coats in the latest ad for Coke’s failed energy drink, Mother.

If you haven’t seen it, it’s a startling piece of advertising, and I’m sad the Gruen Transfer finished before they could tackle it. A spokesman for Mother tells viewers the company (identified as Mother, not Coca-Cola) listened to the feedback and have made an all-new version of the drink which tastes “nothing like the old one”. Then, proclaiming that “here at Mother, we don’t do things by halves”, he unleashes a team of crack troopers to “track down the people responsible” for the original Mother. They rappel down a building and burst through the windows into a laboratory, where they chase down and, the blows hidden offscreen behind benches, brutally pummel – perhaps even kill – a group of helpless scientists. (All men, too; presumably showing a gender bias in the sciences is the lesser of two evils when it comes to depicting violence against women, though of course none of the special ops squad are women either.)

What makes this ad particularly odd is that the original Mother campaign didn’t involve scientists at all, but instead attempted through the use of CGI animals to suggest that it was derived from all natural ingredients. The name Mother was presumably chosen to tie in with this idea of a “hard core” mother nature.

So why blame the hapless scientists? Why recreate the age-old, tired and – especially at this extreme – borderline offensive “jocks beating up nerds” scenario? Surely if a product was brought to market that consumers didn’t like, it’s the market research department who should be hunted down? But perhaps I’m asking a bit much for marketeers to make an ad in which their own are beaten, perhaps to death.

A Braid History of Time

I first heard about Braid last year when I attended Free Play 2007, the independent games expo here in Melbourne, in my capacity as Planet Nerd‘s roving reporter. Braid creator Jonathan Blow was the keynote speaker, though I missed his address and only caught him on an excellent panel about game design. The key thing that piqued my interest was repeated mentions of its “rewind” feature; this isn’t really a new idea – it’s been used in Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, for example – but for it to be included in a game by an independent developer of Blow’s calibre certainly piqued my interest. Having been thinking about  recently, I was doubly interested in the game when it was released this week for Xbox LIVE Arcade.

Once you get past the lovely prose and gorgeous painted visuals (by David Hellman of one of my favourite web comics, A Lesson Is Learned But The Damage Is Irreversible) you quickly discover that this game is like an art-rock version of Super Mario Bros. You jump from platform to platform in a series of “Worlds”, jumping on the heads of diminutive enemies (who resemble Grug more than anything else), and trying to collect the pieces of puzzles which illustrate the game’s backstory. Read more

Day of the Daffodils

For me, carnivorous plants fall into the same category as dinosaurs, muppets and the concept of Doctor Who – if you don’t find them wondrous, I’m not sure I can trust you. I hadn’t thought about carnivorous plants recently, what with my brain full of the , but the redoubtable Paul Riddell, ex-writer and essayist and creator of the fondly missed Esoteric Science Resource Centre, has finally opened a web site for his business devoted to these little beasties: the Texas Triffid Ranch, a nursery for “carnivorous, prehistoric, and otherwise exotic plants”.

Besides which, Daffodil Day – a fund-raiser for the excellent Cancer Council (which as a kid I always called the “Anti-Cancer Council“, which is either an organisation who like to make it clear they’re not in favour of cancer, or a rival group who oppose the altruistic deeds of the real one) is coming soon. Every year on Daffodil Day the city fills with tiny, Triffid-like flowers, their bell-shaped mouths leering at me from every corner, watching, waiting… I can’t help but imagine that the plants will soon eat us all. Read more

The Age review

I won’t pretend I’m not excited to have my first ever Age review, especially when it tells the world that Science-ology “successfully sticks it to The Man in a vibrant, educational and funny show”.

Just for the record: yes, I was uncool, geeky and bullied in primary school – Craig Wellington (of Wellington Who, which is awesome – go see it) had it easy when the kids called him Doctor, they called me “Doctor Who freak” and chased me across the playground, mockingly chanting the chorus from “Doctorin’ the TARDIS”. By the end of High School, however, I was totally cool. I’d starred in the most popular school play ever, won a bunch of Eisteddfod prizes for the school, and – as part of our farewell year 12 extravaganza – played my first rock gig with a student band, singing Spiderbait’s “Old Man Sam” to a packed assembly hall. We rocked.

Lift Off.

Tickets have started to sell for [intlink id=”46″ type=”page” anchor=”Evolutionary”]Evolutionary[/intlink] in the Adelaide Fringe, especially on the cheap nights (opening night and Tuesdays), so be sure and book in early via FringeTIX if you want to get in! Note also that the venue is the Basement Bar, not the Lounge Bar as originally advertised, though I’m still at the Lizard Lounge.

In other news, did I ever tell you about the research that suggests bats have an evolutionary trade-off between brain mass and testicle mass? A survey of bat species showed that the larger their brains, the smaller their testes, and vice versa.

I think there’s a message in that for all of us.