The dorm in which my mother lived used to be a brothel. They still had the occasional confused gentleman caller turn up.

My brother's (all guys) high school was across the street from a brothel. They'd be out playing basketball in the parking lot and the ladies would be chatting with them from their porch.

I think whining to y'all last night about my face and the pain meds helped. Shocker. I've only taken Ibuprofen today and I'm ok. Face is much less swollen. I don't look like I was on the losing end of a fight anymore. Not sure if I will go to karate tonight. Maybe just my private lesson.

Three more days until I see my daughter. Woot!!!

Kevin Costner and James Cameron to help BP clean oil spill

The Hollywood star has been bobbing around the Mississippi Delta helping representatives of the British oil firm and US coastguard test-drive a stainless steel device called the Ocean Therapy. In a claim which sounds as unlikely as the plot premise of Waterworld, he says it can quickly and efficiently clean oil from tainted sea water.

Bizarrely, Costner may be on to something. The actor has spent 15 years and roughly $26m (£18m) of his personal fortune developing the patented machine with the help of his elder brother Dan, a scientist. It works like a giant vacuum cleaner, sucking up dirty liquid and then using a high-speed centrifuge to separate it into oil, and heavier water.

Costner isn't the only Hollywood star taking an interest in the disaster. The Avatar director James Cameron has offered to make his collection of submarines available to clean-up teams, while Robert Redford is starring in a TV ad sponsored by the Natural Resources Defence Council, which uses the spill to call for the US government to promote clean energy.

(Yes, James Cameron apparently has enough submarines to qualify as a "collection." Go on, act surprised.)

Go, Kevin Costner!

Oh, so THAT'S why my salary is so far below market.

I just sent that around here as an FYI. Crazy!

My first year roommate was crazy stupid and eventually flunked out.

Our housing situation was so bad that the only people that had a singles were the people in the one complex that had 5-person apts, which anyone could get in the annual lottery. Freshman lived in all-freshman dorms with only doubles and shared bathrooms for the entire floor. And we had to choose at least one year to live off-campus.

Yeah...I'm not holding my breath for either of those two to stop the leak.

Yeah, but Costner has gills and can breathe underwater!

I feel bad for the volunteer that has to soap Costner down with Dawn to remove all the oil.

My freshman dorm was pretty nice, big enough to live in, end unit so I only had one neighbor. Next two years I lived in an old dorm with rooms so small you could barely walk three steps. It was so narrow that my bed pushed back under a built-in vinyl-covered cushion to make a sofa during the not-sleeping times. When the bed was pulled out, it blocked the door from opening more than two inches. Fire hazard? Quite. It was also the catalyst for my break-up with my college boyfriend. I came back to my room after class one day, to find Jack asleep on the pulled-out bed, surrounded by papers, with a lit joint in his hand. I couldn't open the door, and it took some yelling to wake him up. Idiot.

I smell A3: Crisis in the Gulf Coast. Nice follow-up to "Brokeback fuckin' Aguaman"