Oh Promethus, such a shame

I saw Prometheus last Friday night. While visually consistent, it was no logically consistent - and while I don't mind that it raised more questions that it answered, I don't like the fact that some of the questions are very simple.
For instance, how did the monster that was surgically removed from the lead character grow so big when the room it was trapped in was otherwise empty?

For this reason, I really enjoyed the review at http://digitaldigging.net/prometheus-an-archaeological-perspective/. One paragraph in particular made me laugh:

At this point he suggests that Charlize Theron has come all the way out here for a shag. She denies this, so he asks her if she’s a robot. This is possibly a belated part of the crew selection procedure, or it’s some kind of futuristic Christmas based guessing game. Either way, it works for him, because to prove she’s not a robot or here for a shag, she robotically orders him to her room for a shag. This leaves the bridge unattended, but everything will probably be alright for the two guys trapped in an alien spaceship in a storm on an alien planet won’t it?

Why I hate the entertainment industry

Crying poor and suing customers while ripping off both your artists and the consumers. The only ones who win are the big five record labels and the major studios - who are generally owned by the same parent company.

For the follow-the-money dirt, see:

• RIAA Accounting at http://www.techdirt.com/articles/20100712/23482610186.shtml
• Hollywood Accounting at http://www.techdirt.com/articles/20100708/02510310122.shtml
• The brilliant 1990's article from Steve Albini at http://www.negativland.com/albini.html

I'll also note that for a few years I was involved in the record industry, and I can affirm that this is the gospel truth.