Morning all. Been insanely busy - went to Leeds to see friends, looked at potential houses to buy in Nottingham (flat-level apartments are too expensive and I'm going to give up and get a stairlift), came home, got accepted to both Leeds and Derby for my PhD, still unfunded, still a bit stressed about which uni to choose and which scholarships I might have a chance at, currently writing an essay. Hope everyone here's doing well.

Going to my friends' civil partnership in Cambridge today! So exciting - I've known them since they just met, seven years ago, and one of the boys was my flatmate. It's fab that they're finally tying the knot. Also, I have the cutest dress-with-jacket combo.

t I may have to stop soon, because most of the entries concern the summer of '88, and suddenly I hear Rain Man's voice talking about "Serious injuries...1988," and suddenly nothing I'm copying looks very different from that.

I'm sure there's useful stuff there. And they were important to the people who wrote them. I reckon a lot of us feel like our experiences of discrimination are mostly trivial, but they're still important. I couldn't get onto a bus yesterday because the driver was being an arse and wouldn't ask parents with strollers to make room in the wheelchair space. And, y'know, it was only a bus, and a lot of people would have thought that was nothing at all. But it was still discrimination. Archive that stuff, dude.

But now that I think about it, "Dress to Kill" *does* have a bit about Hitler being a vegetarian and yet a mass-murdering fuckhead who ended up in a ditch covered in petrol and set on fire.

Yes, but that's actually funny. You have to be clever and talented to make (very sparse) Nazi jokes. Doesn't sound like your "comedian" was.

I hate the current trend for what some comedians call non-PC jokes, which are actually just bloody offensive crap. I've sat through some comedians who made a disability joke every two minutes and a racist joke every three. Not funny.

Hitler. I swear to God(win).

Heh.

Hil, how's the ankle? Good to hear that crutches are helping. I have the same problem where I compensate for some joints by over-using others. My walker helps a lot with that.

It is, as usual, strange and off-putting.

Quite. Tell him a story from the Torah, picked at random, for every Catholic fact he tells you. He should get very confused when you start on violent destruction of cities after he's told you about St Francis.

it's 5am. Why can't I sleep? OK, I guess I did sleep. District 9 was gross, so I was closing my eyes, and then fell asleep half way thru movie. Got 5ish hours of sleep in fluffy-the-chair. Then woke up to go to bed, and can't fall back to sleep. After 2 hours of trying, I decided to watch the rest of District 9.

Eta: Hey, Hil, did you get those cushioned mats for your kitchen? If so, how'd they work out? My feet are killing me.

I did get them. I ended up getting those interlocking foam squares that they sell for kids' rooms, and it's great, except that one of the squares isn't quite square and won't stay interlocked and it bugs me.

Hil, how's the ankle? Good to hear that crutches are helping. I have the same problem where I compensate for some joints by over-using others. My walker helps a lot with that.

I'm doing OK today. Very glad that it's the weekend and I can take a few days to just rest, though.

Hitler was not actually a vegetarian.

Thanks!

Eta: found some on sale, my feet and legs are about to be very grateful.

So I am having A Day. I feel like my life is (still or again, I forget) spiraling out of control. Scouts, TBall, school, work, family - everything I touch right now seems to be turning to crap. Blah blah blah business as usual.

However, my husband - magnificent man that he is - gets me to stop sobbing by remindng me that in all the possibilities ever, there is, somewhere, a Vulcan named "Snack".

{{{Aims}}}

{{{ Aims }}} You are magnificent. You are juggling a ton right now. As you juggle the balls of life, do not despair as one drops from the rainbow you keep aloft. You have a loving husband there who helps out. He picks up that dropped ball and tosses it back into your cascade. The trick is knowing, that some of those balls are both of your responsibilities. So you need to remember you can toss a few for him to juggle with you. That is the beauty of a great marriage. You create a wonderful double rainbow.

Aims, I found another doppenganger: [link]

You can blame her.

Ha! I totally do "Two for flinching!"

As I do not frequent the show threads, no clue where it is discussed, but Spartacus: Blood and Sand is turning out to be a rather good show. The newest episode up on Netflix has the bonus of an episode full of lots of lovely bare breasts.