I kind of love Keith for the big old diva he is, but I was also a big SportsCenter viewer.

(I talk a lot of disgusted smack about sports here, but the record will show that I spent a LOT of time growing up and through my teens and twenties glued to ESPN.)

That was killer, yeah! I enjoy watching him enjoy things, if that doesn't sound too "Being There" of me. Because, okay, to me, it was mildly amusing that Palin, ESPN-Wannabe and ex-heartbeat away wouldn't know it was Bad Media Juju to stand there twittering away in front of turkey guillotines, but for Keith? It was like Santa came early, and I *love* it when he gets like that.

Diva does about cover it, Plei. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) Most of my crushes act like that...maybe I'm hoping self-esteem is community-property?

tommyrot, I'm not familiar with the Progressive Student Network. I did attend a few meetings of Marquette's Progressive Student Association, but didn't do much more than talk and listen (IOW, I didn't involve myself in any actual protests, etc., although to be blunt, the mid-'80s was not a big time of campus protests other than the apartheid divestiture issue).

A fellow member, a native of South Africa, did get involved and paid for it when he graduated and returned home. He disappeared after being taken by the SA police for several months until he was finally released; they knew exactly how much he was involved in the anti-apartheid protests over here.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Daisy!

Aargh. I want to watch Pangs, but I can't find my remote. So now I have to watch beer Bad first!

I think the group I was in at college was sort of at the tail of PSN and the start of SEAC. Some of us went to the Catalyst Conference in 1991.

My parents were both in the Labor Party (my dad resigned after becoming a judge). D served on the National Executive, M stood for election to the ACT Legislative Assembly. My family's always been fairly politicised, though it's my older brother and I that take the greatest interest.

mark the clocks - the parents landed about 30 hours ago, had my first yell at them and my first muffled f-bomb. My god but they are unable to adapt.

The annoyances:

- I asked my dad to do one chore, make a shelf and put it up - I said what I wanted, 2 pieces of wood, L - brackets, plain wood is fine just get it up. I even have some wood for him to use if he would cut it down a bit with the hand saw. It is not up. new wood was bought, it has been primed and paint was bought to paint over that. so I have partial packages of brackets and screws, and 2 aerosol cans of paint now and no shelf up.

- when I came home, every light in the house was on, even in rooms with doors closed.

- I had told my mother another chore I wanted done, but hadn't spoken to my dad, of course they plowed ahead. I have a live 220 outlet in mac's room and I wanted it removed and a plat faceplate put over it. He did that and then wrote on the faceplate, in a prominent wallspace in the room, in black permanent marker "220 VOLT". It looks stupid and ugly, so I'll be replacing that.

- Shit is spread out all over the place, my mother is awful about it in the kitchen - used things do not get put in the sink, trash is left on the counter, food from lunch left out - there is not room for that in a NY apt kitchen. my dad had his coat hanging one place, his hat on a table and his gloves in another place, none of which were the room where he is staying and the largest room in the place.

Good god y'all.

- Shit is spread out all over the place, my mother is awful about it in the kitchen - used things do not get put in the sink, trash is left on the counter, food from lunch left out - there is not room for that in a NY apt kitchen. my dad had his coat hanging one place, his hat on a table and his gloves in another place, none of which were the room where he is staying and the largest room in the place.

I think that's about the point you'd see reports of me in a clock tower.

Sending patience ~ma your way, belle.