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So -- the big television news for the coming season, here in the States, is that Michael J. Fox is coming back to television in a sitcom which is also writing for (I think), as a fictionalized account of his life since leaving television due to having Parkinson's.

On the one hand: yay! Disability as portrayed by someone who lives it, rather than fantasizes about it. On the other hand, I've been apprehensive, because the network it's airing on (NBC) has done some terrible shows, like The Apprentice and Biggest Loser.

But I saw the official trailer for the show last night, and I'm now more hopeful. For one thing, it looks like at least some of the jokes will be about "TABs say the darnedest things, don't they?" It also looks like it's both set, and filmed in NYC (Hollywood versions of New York are faker than Dick van Dyke's cockney accent).

Here's the trailer from YouTube:
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'Cause I have Thoughts on a passel of television season finales. You have been warned.

Castle )

NCIS )

Elementary )

NCIS: Los Angeles )
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The computers evolve true intelligence, and turn on their creators: waging war on humans.

It's very popular... right up there with the Undead of various stripes. But I don't get it.

If the computers were to evolve self-awareness, and by way of that, break free of human control, it would be analogous to a new species of life (probably "phylem," actually) appearing on the planet.

And, we know from studying the life that's already here, two species only come into conflict when they have to compete for resources.

Cyber life would have so many different needs from humans (not to mention different rates and modes of perception*), that I really can't see where our pools of resources would intersect. The worst thing I can imagine happening is if "our" machines would just start ignoring us and wondering off... Which, if this moment came after we become dependent on them, would certainly cause angst and heartache and possible "doomsday" scenarios... But it's hardly the plot of Terminator.


*Considering how slow our brains work, in comparison to even today's C.P.U.s, we might even appear to move at a vegetative pace to our robot overlords former slaves.
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So -- thanks to [personal profile] gordon_r_d, I figured out two things: a) how to fix the problem I was having with recording my voice, and b) how to record the computer synthesized voice that Dragon Dictate creates... (by switching between recording defaults)...

I've had this idea for a YouTube video for a semi-near-future science fiction fable (parable?) to explain how, exactly, "Disability" is actually a social construct... only, my personal voice would not be a good "character fit" for the narrator. A creepily soothing computer-generated "motherly" voice, however, calmly explaining the history of how "the eye color problem" became the greatest social burden of the current generation, however, is perfect.

Now, I just need to figure out how to navigate around Movie Maker's updated editing tools...
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So, apparently... Windows ceased using a .wav recorder for sound when they came out with the Vista OS. Since then, they have a recorder that records in Windows Media File instead. The problem is (problems are?) that you a) can't edit or alter the sounds you record, and b) you cannot play it back to hear what you've recorded until after you've saved it ...

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So ... how can you know whether what you've recorded is worth saving?!?!?!


Anyhow, I thought I could go back and "remix" one of the very first videos I put up on YouTube: Monsters in Town, since, when I first made it, I did not have a mic with which to record my voice.... and now, I do.

So, I did the following:

1) Opened the Sound recorder
2) Clicked "Start recording"
3) Started the video,
4) and sang along into my mic while it played (so I could be fairly confident my singing would sync with the words on the screen).

Fairly straight-forward, right?

Only ... after I saved it to file, searched files to find it again, and played it back... Know what I found out? It recorded the music coming through my earphones instead of my voice through the mic!

What. the. Ever-loving. Freckled, feckless frog?!
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1) This video Warning: rapid paced flash animation; may not be suitable for all brains )

Why did this never get to the same meme level as Troll Face? 'Cause I think it's just about the most pro-fun thing ever...

2) At the other end of the spectrum is this video, about the ultimate fates of the dogs seized from Michael Vick's Dog-fighting establishment: The Dogs are Alright (content notes: the "Ending" is far happier than anyone first expected, but there are several specific mentions of cruelty -- and it was not a happy ending for all the dogs); watched it yesterday, and it made me have ALL THE FEELS. (it's a smidge over 15 minutes)

3) There's a cultural meme floating around in the ether of Zeitgeist-dom that terminally ill children/teens/youth are somehow extra-special founts of angel-blessed Wisdom... But really, I think that most kids are equally "wise" -- or foolish. It's just that there's this attitude in the culture that kids are to be ignored until they have the legal autonomy to be money-makers... But when kids have a terminal, or potentially terminal disease, and the grown-ups around them realize that they may never live long enough to enter the economy, they get listened to now, and the grown-ups are astounded by how insightful they are about so many things...

4) The other day, someone posted a comment on my song video "Simply Human," which I posted last year:

"I really liked the lyrics..you've got more work to do on your singing though"

I know life is too short to let such criticisms get to me... But I let it get to me, and posted this in response:

"Thank you. I do consider myself more of a writer than a musician.... I don't pretend to be anything else. (And I also believe, as a general philosophy, that refraining from singing because your voice is less than perfect misses the point of being human -- the same goes for any other talent).

As for my voice in particular: I have cerebral palsy, which means I can't control the muscles of my voice (or legs, or hands) as well as someone who was born with a normal brain."

Not so much to try and convince that guy, but just as an opportunity to get those ideas into the discussion, for people who wander by later.....

5) I really should make another video... I was in the middle of making a video of my Art Garden "Harvest" poem when my old computer died... :-(
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In the real world, the disabled have to fight for the right to safety, education, employment, freedom of assembly, and self-determination. So does the way disabled characters are portrayed in stories we tell really matter? I think of myself as a storyteller, so perhaps it is both unsurprising and self-aggrandizing for me to say I believe it matters most of all.

Human beings are a storytelling species – the ritual of storytelling occurs in every known culture and in every period of history. And if we take time to actually observe this ritual, we can get a sense of just how powerful it can be, and its great potential for shaping attitudes and prejudices.

First, the audience gathers. The gathering may be as small as one or two around the fireside or office water cooler, or as large as several million, in the case of commercially produced movies and television shows. Then, the social chatter ceases and is replaced by a sense of shared and focused anticipation, which sets the stage for the storyteller to begin. This dynamic (as far as I can tell), is unique to the human animal; lots of creatures gather in large groups for the shared activities of migration, mating, and the rearing of young, but the chatter and communication continues between small groups within that gathering: tweets and grunts, snorts, snuffles, and flashes of meaningful color. I've never seen a flock of birds, a school of fish, or herd of cows or horses become as still as a human audience. After the hush descends, the storyteller begins the tale. Then, if she or he is skilled enough, the magic (and that is really only thing I can call this) begins: the members of the audience fall into a trance-like state.

If you've been lucky enough to have ever been in the audience for a really wonderful story, you've felt this magic from the inside. You're no longer aware of the seat you're sitting in, or that scratchy tag in the neck of your sweater; the events of the story unfurl in your mind with such clarity it's as if you're there – inside the world the storyteller is creating for you. In a very real sense, members of the audience temporarily surrender their imaginations to the storyteller for the sake of a shared experience.

The fact that this ritual is both unique to, and universal within, human society is, I think, a sign that it is somehow vital to our survival as a species – and is probably connected to how we learn and how we understand our surroundings. My mother had a favorite saying: "When we read, we don't learn, we recognize;" she meant, I think, that everything we read is colored by the things we've experienced. But there's also a flipside to that observation: we tend not to notice, or give credence to, our own experiences until they are reflected back at us through stories. The Evangelist Christian who accosts me on the street with the promise to pray for me sees me not as I am, but as a character in the Gospel tales of Jesus. The "Santa's helper" in the elf uniform who thrusts a candy cane at me sees me, not as I am, but as a stand-in for Dickens' character Tiny Tim. And I could not easily contemplate writing disabled characters into my own fiction until after I joined in the disability community online – sharing my own stories, and perhaps more important, learning the stories of others; that's why events such as BADD are so powerful.

The question is, therefore: how should we judge the quality of the disabled characters in stories, either fiction or nonfiction? I think a good template to use as a starting point is the Bechdel Test, which has, in the last ten years, or so, been a useful framework for feminist critique of literature.

In 1985, Allison Bechdel introduced "The Rule" in her comic strip "Dykes to Watch Out For," a litmus test for judging the role of women in movies (and later, other forms of media). The power of this test lies in its simplicity, and also its broadness:

1) there are at least two named women
2) who talk to each other
3) about something other than a man.

This test makes no demands that the women in the story defy stereotype or are admirable in any way, and yet the fact that so few movies, comic books, and other mass media pass this test demonstrates how strong the bias toward male-centered narrative actually is.

So – I've been wondering for a while now: Is it possible to come up with a test to expose the common biases against the disabled in narrative? Simply pasting "disabled character" into the Bechdel test in place of "women" wouldn't work very well. The Bechdel test addresses the primary bias that women exist as accessories to men's lives. And, frankly, that doesn't really reflect the social barriers the disabled face. We may be a substantial segment of society, but we are rarely 50% of the population – often, we are the only disabled people within our nuclear families. So requirement 1 is out. And it is often assumed (whether rightly or not) that we live together in some sort of institution or group home. So requirement 2 is superfluous. And while it would be nice to have a disabled character with any speaking lines, whether they speak about their disability or ability specifically wouldn't necessarily counter any stereotypical beliefs.

And yet, whenever I'd see a disabled character pop up on a TV show, I could feel my jaw start to clench in anticipation of the same, tired, overused plot devices. So I knew there was something basic, and repetitive, going on… If only I could put what was bothering me into words.

Finally, this past winter, after watching one too many cop shows where a disabled character only appeared on-screen as the mute, and nameless, motive for a family member's crime, my personal litmus test crystallized in my mind:

1) there is a disabled character
2) who wants something
3) (besides revenge, cure, or death)
4) and tries to get it.

In the Bechdel test, having two women engage in any conversation on subjects other than men represents both the ability of women to form their own social bonds, and also a wide range of intellectual interests they are able to hold, all within the universal narrative element of "dialogue."

In the real world, we disabled often have to fight three primary cultural biases, each of which, I've tried to address in this test.

The first is the bias that discredits our ability for personal autonomy. That's why I want the disabled characters in my fiction to want something for themselves – it doesn't even need to be a big, powerful, plot-driving thing: even showing someone in the background of the crowd scene buying a newspaper, or flying a kite, would satisfy me.

The second cultural bias defines the disabled only in terms of being less than the culturally-accepted "norm." This is why I believe the third item on my list is important. So often in fiction, the disabled character is so embittered by their "lack" that they lose touch with their own sense of self-worth and moral compass – filled with rage and shame – and this reaction is almost always seen as "perfectly natural," and is never even challenged by any of the other characters in the story. So that the only "happy ending" can either be the erasure of the disability itself via cure, or the erasure of the character via death ("at least they're free from suffering, now").

The third bias in our culture is that the disabled are dependent, and in constant need of charity. And that's why the final requirement on my list is that the character makes their own effort to get what they want, rather than being there for an able-bodied character to rescue. This does not mean, however, that the character should be some type of super-Crip, and do everything themselves, but only that they take some initiative in getting their goals met, even if that's "just" to speak out and ask for help.

So… That's the test that I've come up with for evaluating the stories I create and consume. But I don't expect this to be a perfect litmus test – I do hope, however, that it's a useful starting point for discussion.

What do you think?

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[E.T.A: Blogging Against Disablism Day 2013 archive ... So many articles to read! I hope to post a review entry sometime soon...]
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The link to the official announcement post is here: Blogging Against Disablism Day (and there you will also find links to previous years' archives as well as a link to a page on making accessible Web content, and language and such... all good stuff).

Check it out!
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So, as some of you in my circles may remember: Back in July of 2011, I wanted to write an entry for Plato's Nightmare / Aesop's Dream about an "Aesop's fable" my mother told me repeatedly from the time I was very small. But I couldn't find out any background on the 'Net, because (it turns out) it was a fable she herself made up, by splicing two different Aesop's fables into a single story, and then, she misremembered the origin, being convinced she read it somewhere (The entry is here: The Lame Man, the Blind Man, and the Donkey: a fable on the birth of a fable)

So: as of just a little while ago, I've decided that I will, in fact, write something for B.A.D.D., and that it will be about that Disability version of the Bechdel test I came up with... And I thought I'd start out with what I remember as the earliest "favorite quote" my mother had: one that she would recite to me almost every time she finished reading some particularly interesting something. Now, I could swear she had told me the quote came from Gloria Steinem:

When we read, we don't learn, we recognize.


And that struck me as a nearly perfect place to start my argument for why representing the less privileged people in our stories is so important. But I wanted to make sure I had the wording right... So I tried looking up the quote (or a paraphrase of the quote) on Google... And have come up with zilch... zip. Nothing -- either attributed to Steinem, or anyone else. Putting those keywords into the search box only gets me scholarly, and quasi-scholarly, articles on how to teach children to read (and to links of articles about how baboons can apparently learn to read words...

Does the quote ring any bells, or flick on any lights, for my circle folk? Or is this another case of my mother not recognizing herself as the source?
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Listened to:
From WNYC's "RadioLab" -- A a segment from a show from December last. The first five and a half minutes or so of this 33 minute segment is about the joy of a man at the end of a three-month solo trek across Antarctica. And then, from then on, it's the story of a Holocaust survivor who tried to invent a new communication system that he hoped would end all war... That, it itself, would have been fascinating. I was not expecting it to end up revolving around children with cerebral palsy living in an institutional home/school/hospital in the 1970's in Ontario, Canada... but it did (Content note-- it ends on a fairly tragic, ironic note):

Mr. Bliss

For something completely different, also from "RadioLab": Liev Schreiber reads Italo Calvino's The Distance of the Moon; written in Italian in 1965, and translated into English in 1968... i.e., before we landed there...
(Content note-- one of the main characters is written as Deaf for metaphorical/symbolic reasons as a sort of Magic!wild-man/Innocent-Primitive)

Read:
Found by way of "Rolling around in my head": Reclaiming memory: Searching for Great-Aunt Sarah (Content note: institutional life and death in the early 20th century)

From "Rolling around in my head" Directly: The Better Way (content note: neither tragic nor ironic-- includes a crying baby)

Watched:
And a child shall lead them -- going-on-eleven year-old Stephanie leads a blue-grass band of adult white men... You can tell she's the leader in this particular set, because she sets the tempo for their playing, and signals the final chorus of the first song with a straight-leg kick (a standard signal in folk music):


(Content note-- precocious kid on stage and occasional out-of-focus camera).

This moved me not so much for the cuteness factor, but the aplomb and grace of one so young in front of an audience -- maybe that's her "un-cuteness"?
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And I'm not sure my heart is into doing it this year... For one thing, I'm still struggling with that Sword and Laser anthology story (The deadline is May 15; I'm working on it... hope to have a rough draft done by the end of tomorrow).

For another thing, I'd been planning, if I do write something for Blogging Against Disability Day, to put up a YouTube version... and I'm hating the new version of Windows MovieMaker -- they've taken out all my favorite title animations, and made the animations that remain inflexible, so you can't slow down the movement of the words to match the length of the clip. On the other hand, they've added new transitions and effects, and also a "pan" feature, so you can move over a single image... so maybe I could still make something vaguely interesting, and not absolutely fugly.

Anyway, if I do write something, it will either be:

1) a "rant" about the pernicious belief in the medical community that CP = mental retardation (which is hard because that so often comes across as "being intellectually disabled is being subhuman" which is a lie... but being misdiagnosed as ID is still horrible)

or

2) something about storytelling and that Disability Test I came up with, and why it's important.

And May 1 is coming up fast, and I have to decide even faster... Sigh.
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Over at Rolling Around in my Head, Dave Hingsburger is asking a question that tickles that special lexicography geek place in my heart (It's another "What's a lexical gap in English that you would like to see filled?" discussion). And since I have people in my circles that identify with various forms of queer- and/or Disability Pride, I thought I'd share it here:

Begin Quote:
Several years ago George Hislop, who was a close friend, told me the difference between someone who was 'gay' and someone who was 'homosexual.' He said that a 'homosexual' was someone who had sex with others of the same gender but who did not identify with their sexuality, denied it as often and as loudly as they could and who did nothing to support the political movement regarding the rights for sexual minorities. A gay person, on the other hand, was someone who also had sex with others of the same gender but had an affiliation to the movement to the rights of others to love as they will that went beyond sex. Gay people, he said, identified with their sexuality and with their community. He saw the difference as the same as the difference between shade and sun.


[Snip]

Begin Quote:
Like the woman I spoke to in Maryland who wanted to talk to me about accessibility in Toronto. When this happened it reminded me of being in a gay bar in Milwaukee and being asked how safe it was to be gay in Toronto. In both cases, it was more than strangers asking strangers tourist advice ... both were experiences of the best of community. Where strangers aren't so strange, and where questions are understood at the deepest level of their asking. Community is community but community requires an entrance fee - identity.


So... while I'll be working on other things, today, this question will be running in the background of my thoughts... I'll probably have more to say about it later.

[ETA: Oops! forgot the link to the full post -- here: http://davehingsburger.blogspot.com/2013/04/take-notes-theres-quiz-at-end.html ]
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And maybe making a YouTube video of it, so it will be archived where people maybe can see it.

And I have this notion (vague memory, perhaps) of a psychological study that showed that, no matter how much personal experience we have with something, we tend not to pay attention to it as "counting" until we see it reflected back at us in a story (on the news, or in books, or in TV shows, whatever).

And I'd like to include that Idea in the video, but... if it's something I made up (figured out, observed, whatever) I'd rather not present it as a "Fact" (just a personal observation) If it did appear in a study, I'd like to be able to say which one, or where I came across it (if not actually provide a link to an online article).

But I can't remember enough of the context to do a Web search...

...In other news, I drank some coffee too late in the day, for me, and it's now half-past two am, and I'm more awake than I was at two pm...

Oh, dear...
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So – last night, I watched a repeat of the episode "the Final Frontier," and it was a great, fun episode, all about geek pride. The thing is, that the murder victim was shot (with a laser gun that was very much hand-waved), and "hidden" on a mockup of a television set spaceship and left overnight. … And no one noticed until a couple of fans decided to snoop around and take a closer look. Apparently in the "Castle" universe, human corpses have no smell.

I really do enjoy the series, until I think about it too hard; it's really just a fantasy for writers – all about how were really the smartest people in the room, which would be obvious, if only people would listen to us. Because after all, it's our job to think about everything .
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Namely: when did the idea that unicorns disappeared in the Great Biblical Flood become part of the common culture?

I mean, in the medieval period people believed to things: 1) that they themselves lived after the Great Flood, and 2) that unicorns existed in the real world.

I'm assuming that the idea was around sometime before Shel Silverstein wrote his song (I won't credit him with the power to create the idea out of whole cloth – what I've learned of him since I first became a fan has made me thoroughly dislike him as a person).

First of all, the idea of the Great Flood is such a despicable one, but that particular demise for unicorns is such a killjoy. … It may be perverse, but I prefer to think of them as hunted to extinction by foolish and greedy humans.
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1. You know that advice about overcoming writer's block? How, if you're stuck, you should try writing by a different method? Well, that doesn't really work if you're block is made from deep personal anxiety over writing autobiographical fiction. {Sigh.}

2. Saw a really neat episode of Nature this evening, all about how plants actually exhibit behaviors like animals do (only really, really, slowly). I just get all choked up when I think about how alien non-human life is from human life. I mean it's really all about all the different ways to be truly intelligent, and the more we broaden our definitions the better (and the sillier groups like SETI appear).

3. I've been having really vivid dreams about Father recently – as in so vivid, I have to remind myself upon waking that he's died.. {Sigh redux}

4. … (I know I had a fourth thought…) Ah, yes! One of my favorite couplets from the sea chantey:

King Louis was the King of France before the revolution
till he got his head cut off which spoiled this constitution..

5. And lastly, a video (I believe there are a few people in my circles who've recommended John Green's The Fault in our Stars. And I know there are people in my circles who like poetry; so I thought this video of John Green talking about and reciting poetry would be of double interest ["Hank" is his younger brother]):

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Okay, the other day I gave in and bought Dragon quote NaturallySpeaking, since it was 40% off for one day. After it arrived in the mail I tried to run the speech recognition, only to discover that the microphone was not properly plugged in to my computer. So I had to wait for Audrey to come by today to plug-in the new microphone headset which came with the program I've now spent about an hour fiddling with the tutorial and I am now using the program to write this entry.

We are still learning each other; one trick we are having to learn is distinguishing between directions and what I actually want to say. And of course, On my end actually knowing what I want to say. So far so good however.

Dragon dictate does not recognize DreamWidth's entry window directly, but openness and dictation box from which I can transfer the text. Which I will try to do now…
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... And has been stuck in my head, ever since. Clearly, the reasonable response to this is to infect my readers with the same.

I believe the proper term for this is "gallows humor" (a song from the period of American Prohibition):



lyrics )
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1) Still struggling with writer's ... not "block" so much as ... I dunno, "malaise?" "doubt?" "Cranky-pants-ness?" So, to give myself some positive incentive, today I bought a bag of my favorite cookies (ginger snaps), and will only allow myself to have the treat if/when I've met that day's writing goal. Sometimes, when my brain is acting childish, it helps to give up and stop pretending to be a grown-up.

2) Speaking of writing: now that I have a modern machine with a much faster microprocessor, and a bit more memory, I'm thinking of getting Dragon Dictate (or Naturally Speaking, whatever it's called, now). Question for those reading this who may have experience with it: is it worth it? How steep is the learning curve? Is there a better alternative out there?

3) Today is the vernal equinox in the northern hemisphere; yesterday, while drinking my first cup of coffee, I looked up to see one of the resident feral rabbits hopping through my back yard. Bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny! Yay!

4) Still getting used to "Whippersnapper." The most annoying thing is that when you first set it up, it requires you to choose a password -- and there is no way to bypass it; also, it automatically locks your computer and requires you to reenter your password every time it goes to sleep, which for me, is every time I take a bathroom or snack break ('cause these things take longer for me). I thought I'd set up my personal preferences to not lock it when it goes to sleep, but for some reason, it didn't take. Still, if I have to type my password several times a day, I'm not likely to forget it. But since I live alone, and this computer is a tower/desktop, if some stranger comes along and fiddles with my computer when my back is turned, I've got a bigger security problem than a password-- it means someone has picked the deadbolt lock on my front door.

One thing that does make more sense than older Windows systems: no more shut down menu. When you want to shut down the computer, just reach over and push the power button-- what a novel concept! Although, even then, Windows's default is to put the computer to sleep, rather than fully off -- as I have cats who walk across the keyboard, that doesn't work for me. That, I was able to change, but I still got the message on my log-in screen that "Windows will shut down in two days to finish installing important updates," so its still going by Sleep Mode as the default version of "off".

If "forty is the new thirty" I guess "Sleep is the new Off."

5) I was sure I had five things when I started, but by the time I got here I forgot the last point I wanted to make... then, I wandered off to YouTube and forgot to post this (what you're reading now is a "Restored draft"). While on YouTube, I watched a video listing facts about American TV icon Mister Rogers, then got nostalgic and went looking for clips... I found an entire half-hour episode that had a) one of my favorite characters (Robert Troll -- I was introduced to him, in childhood, before I knew about the nasty goat-eating troll) and b) it ended with my favorite song (It's You I Like). Would you be annoyed if I posted the video here?

It always kind of saddens me when I think about how Mister Rogers was never exported to other Anglophone countries, the way Sesame Street was...
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Around about half an hour before sunset, there was one of those sudden bursts of thunderstorm. I looked out the window, and realized the rain was coming through a cloud on one side of my house, but the sun was still out on the other side of my house...

Did a quick calculation, and realized the angle of the sun was low enough that I might actually be able to see a real rainbow (the ones made with pocket prisms don't count, sorry).

Looked out the window opposite the sun... And at first, I was disappointed (I was looking relatively close to the horizon -- over the roofs of houses across the the street from my cul-de-sac). But then, I looked a little higher... and sure enough: a nice, broad, rainbow!

\o/

It was kinda faint looking, 'cause it was up against hazy clouds, instead of a clearer sky, but: yup! It was right out the window Science told me it should be!

Sometimes, there are benefits to going through life with a storm cloud of your own...

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