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1) From Dave Hingsburger's blog, "Rolling around in my head," dated 28-10-2015, regarding a participants in his workshop on bullying:

Quote:
[S]ociety has lied to them about who they were. They had intellectual disabilities, true, but that didn't mean what they'd been told - that they couldn't learn, they couldn't grow, they couldn't figure things out.

Unquote.

...Just as having a mobility disability doesn't mean you're stuck in one place. You just need the right tools. Realizing that analogy helped me put a few cracks in the meme that there's any real disability hierarchy.

Full blog entry is here: http://davehingsburger.blogspot.com/2015/10/the-answer.html

2-a) Praising what I enjoyed before criticizing what I didn't about the Doctor Who episode "The Woman Who Lived":

i) The setting
ii) The Doctor as sidekick
iii) Capaldi's grin when "Me" realized she cared about people, after all.
iv) The "Me" gag.*

2-b) Criticizing what I didn't:

i) The loss of Ashildr, the storyteller -- especially since it was without explanation, or mention.
ii) That it was the second story in the season (after the Fisher King) in which the Big Bad was out to kill humans for no apparent reason. That's just not what Doctor Who is about. At least the Mire were harvesting humans for consumption.
iii) That they'd created Leandro (really?) and didn't play on the Beauty and the Beast angle.

*3) I used that gag once, when I was about ten (maybe eight?). We were about to get on an airplane for a family trip, and one of the stewardesses crouched down to my eye level, and said, in a tone usually reserved for puppies who aren't yet weaned:

"And what's your name?
(With my best growl voice): "I'm Me!"
"'Mi' -- what a pretty name!"

... At which point my mother coughed, and said we really needed to hurry and board, before I said something rude about the woman's intelligence. ...And that was the first lesson I had on how some people are immune to sarcasm.

4) The most recent "Robot Hugs" Strip: http://www.robot-hugs.com/bridal-party/

Considering how close we are to Halloween, I was kind of expecting the central character to be in costume, in the final panel.

5) Putting this behind a cut, because I'm mostly Not!Evil... Posting it at all because I'm a Bit!Evil:

Lyrics for an earworm -- click at your own risk )

6) An update on adding split pea protein powder to my diet (On healthcare-provider's recommendation): It's still totally grabbing on to the acidic flavor compounds in whatever beverage I blend it into. This makes coffee taste tasteless, but it makes strong, acidic, juices (such as unsweetened pomegranate juice) less puckery without sugar. But, for me, it turns out most palatable with pureed veggies as a thickener for soups and sauces.
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'Cause I can't guarantee I'll remember Five Things on Friday:

1) The "Robot Hugs" strip, dated 2015-10-06 gave me a chuckle: http://www.robot-hugs.com/decor/

Artistically speaking, I love the way they render the softness of their cats' fur -- especially the fur just at the inside of the ears (For those who don't follow this strip, the grey cat is named "Hippo" and the orange cat is named "Oskar"). Here's an announcement on their site which features the felines photographically: http://www.robot-hugs.com/merch/

2) There is a fair amount of chatter in Doctor Who fandom -- some playful and some combative (as is typical) -- about the Doctor's age. Does he lie about it? Has he forgotten? Has he ever known it, in the first place?

Cut for length and (minor?) spoilers for *Day of the Doctor* and *Listen* )

So -- how would you answer that question, if you were in the Doctor's shoes?
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This story amuses me, because of !Truth. When I was a child and youth, we kept a pair of she-goats as pets (Rose and Daisy); after they became members of our family, mother would criticize any child's picture book that showed a goat within sight of a flower garden as a sheer impossibility. As soon as a goat enters the picture, any prized flowers will go down its gullet... And the more you prize them, the faster they'll go. It's also true what this seanchaí says about goats eating poisonous plants without much problem. The only plant we knew them not to eat, for toxicity, were daffodils (which is a sign of just how poisonous daffodils are).

Anyway, here:
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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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This is a video I've hit replay on, several times. I still giggle each time I see it. I know several people in my circles could also use some giggles, And so I present "Adorable Baby is Adorable" (aka: "The Modern Lullaby for Nerds"):



[Edited to add: The Second Half! (accidentally hit the enter key while trying to preview)]

And then, there's this one (that you very well may have seen already). My favorite (I think) is joke #10:

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A childhood memory popped into my head, some time around midnight:

When I was little,* I had one of those genre books "Great Big Pop-up Books Of..." This was a pop-up book of riddles, and all the riddles were the silly punning, sort.

And this is one of two riddles that I remember from that book:

Q: What do you get when you cross a crocodile with a head of lettuce?

A: )



*Not sure precisely how little... But it was before our family moved from the suburbs of New Jersey (two hours?) north to the quasi-rural woodlands of the Mid-Hudson region of New York. So I must've been younger than six-and-a-half.
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Starting with the 40th season of Sesame Street, all new "Bert and Ernie" spots have been claymation adventures through dreamscapes, called "Bert and Ernie's Great Adventures." And it's after seeing a few of these spots, I realized: they have to be Bert's Dreams -- 'cause it's his bed that's flying.

Here's an example:


And in dreams, all the characters we meet are really different aspect of ourselves.

Seeing these new spots alongside the old, traditional foam-and-fleece ones made me realize: When Ernie's around, the likelihood that random, "impossible" (imaginary) things will start to happen skyrockets.

Let's take a journey back through the canon, shall we?

2003:


1986:


1969:


See what I mean?

Okay, okay... I admit it. This was just an excuse to spam you all with classic Henson/Oz humor. Can you forgive me?
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I know there are at least two choristers on my f'list, who would get a chuckle out of this, and perhaps some others, too. And my f'list seems to be in great need of a chuckle, right now, so:

(Begin quote):

So a C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, but we don't serve minors." So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat.

F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp
enough.

D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, "Get out! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

E-Flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "you're looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development." Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural.

Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility

(End quote)
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Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] haddayr. As she said: This is one time when you really should read the comments.

This is a news website article about a scientific paper

And this is where I add an additional comment, to make this post more than just a copy:

Yakawow!
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Being a student of literature in America, I was, naturally, given several Emily Dickinson poems to read, over the course of my academic career. So she's a poet for whom it's easy to claim familiarity. However, according to Wikipedia, she wrote nearly Eighteen Thousand poems over the course of her short life. So chances are, there will always be a new Emily Poem for you to discover around the next corner.

I found this one a few days ago, and it's been running through my head like an ear-worm ever since, especially since my finding it has corresponded with the Pope's Travels Abroad [tm], and people on my friends- and access-lists commenting on the same.

Here's Ms. Dickinson's thoughts on the matter:

"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see —
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
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I may print it out and tack it to the wall by my computer...

Also (For those of increasing number on my f'list who are reading via DW first), I posted One last Screnzy Poll on my LJ, concerning future revisions.

Other stuff: I watched most of Tennent & Stewart's Hamlet last night. But I had to walk away at certain points, because my own grief over the death of my own father has been resurfacing lately, and the double down of Hamlet and Ophelia was just a bit much.

Also, I noted again how well Shakespeare wrote Ophelia's madness. There's a strong history of schizophrenia in my family, and I've witnessed schizophrenia in close friends, and Damn, if I didn't see my cousin and former neighbor echoed in the literary reconstruction.

I <3 W.S.

...anyway, back to my own script...
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Yup, more Buster Keaton -- this time, from The High Sign* -- the second of his solo shorts to be released (But actually the first one he wrote):

This is actually the first thing you see after the opening credits:


It reads, for those who can't see images: "Our Hero came from Nowhere-- he wasn't going Anywhere and got kicked off Somewhere."

I figured there were enough writers on my f'list to be amused by this. even if Buster Keaton himself leaves you cold.

*That is: the secret sign of the "bold bad bunch of blood-thirsty bandits" who recruit Our Hero to be a hit man.
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Yes, it's 3 or 4 days later, and I'm still squeeing inside, a little bit, from that Buster Keaton film I watched on YouTube. One reason for this, I think, is that, as far as I can recall, this is my first true experience of film from the period straight through, and entirely fresh. Usually, when I've seen these things before, it's been as part of a documentary, and the scenes are cut up and put out of order, and there's some talking-head expert doing a voice over, telling me what I should be seeing. But this -- I didn't even know the film existed, before I saw the title come up in relation to Buster Keaton. And my interest in Buster Keaton only got tweaked that day because a friend of a friend of a friend posted some pretty pictures of him that I happened to see. So my encounter with this was pure serendipity. So I had even less pre-conceived notions filtering my reactions than if I were watching a brand-new Hollywood release. It was a real gift, in that sense.

Putting "Buster Keaton" into Google will pull up several iconic shots from this film. The ones I've included here are those that did not appear for me in such a search. These are all screen grabs that I got from the YouTube vids, and cropped (and captioned). I'm posting this for those who don't have the time or capability to watch the film online. This is my recommendation to snatch it on DVD if you can find it. Even 89 years and 7 months ago (yikes!), the essence of comedy is timing, and there's no way to convey that in still images. But I hope this post gives a little bit of the mood of the film, at least.

Synopsis: Buster and Sybil are newly-wed. But the "Handy Hank," fellow Sybil rejected in favor of Buster, will not go quietly. One of their wedding presents is a "portable house in a box" and a plot of land to put it on. All they need to do is put it up by carefully following the numbers on the crates, except that Hank changes the numbers when they aren't looking. Chaos ensues, and the resulting house looks like something Salvidor Dali might have designed. Despite sabotage, bad weather, and damned bad luck, however, the couple's faith in each other is unwavering.
Six pictures with captions, (and some commentary) are under this cut )
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After being reminded of how handsome and romantic Buster Keaton was, in this thread on LJ, I actually went looking for Buster Keaton on YouTube.

Here: have his movie One Week (1920), in five parts (under 30 mins., total):











If this were a modern Hollywood Rom-Com, the 'humor' would be all about their bickering, instead of cooperating and giving each other quick kisses just-because, and the bride would actually fall for the lying cheat (for awhile) because she believes her new husband to be incompetent, etc., etc..

And even though this movie is built on the gender-normative roles of 1920, I actually thought the woman's role in this to be stronger than the majority of those portrayed in 2010.



[Edited to Add: The Motorcycle stunt, in part one, is famous. But I'm most impressed, in blow-me-away style, by the spinning house stunt in nearly all of part four. And my favorite bit is a neither a pratfall nor a stunt -- it's when he sees the pot of paint in the hall, and makes a welcome mat from the scrap of carpet (part three -- 3:14 - 3:38). It's just so full of d'Awww! (iz ded of kyoot)]
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Also, people are often surprised when I tell them horses have distinct personalities, and senses of humor:



...And besides, I know people on my f'list who are cheered by cute horsies, who also could use some cheering up.

This was in the Info sidebar, from the person who posted this vid )
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Oif -- looks like it might be one of those days...

First, before I indulge in my own whinging, and since so many of my f'list seem to be having bad, and/or frustrating days, I give you this Cute Overload link to cheer you up:

I'm crawling up your pantleg and you are powerless to stop me*

I ordered pizza delivery last night.** It never showed up. By the time I realized it wasn't going to arrive at all, it was a) after the pizza place had closed for the night, and b) too late to start cooking my own dinner. I got my calories for the evening with a bowl of shredded wheat, soynut butter, and instant mashed potatos with lots of milk.

I don't sleep well, when my tummy is not full. In the half waking, half sleeping state, the feeling / image / phrase came to me that my mind was fluttering around like a bat. And I said, in my mind's voice, to whomever might be listening, that while I like bats, I don't like it when my brain flutters around like one.

I have absolutely no recollection of what I dreamt. But whatever it was, Madonna's song "Material Girl" was stuck in my head from the very moment I woke up. It's still there, over two and a half hours later.

*head desk*

Where did that come from? I don't even like Madonna's music.



*ETA: Oh, oh, oh! and the very next entry in Cute Overload was this C. Barsotti cartoon from the New Yorker. C. Barsotti was my dad's favorite New Yorker cartoonist; he'd clip the cartoons out of the magazine and pin them up on the bathroom wall, around the mirror, and stick them on the fridge. One specific one I remember showed a teary-eyed man on a psychologist's couch, and the psychologist (with note pad and pencil) was a dog; the caption read: "Well, I think you're wonderful..."

**A small eggplant pizza with a side order of garlic knots (bread "sticks" rolled into a half hitch before baking, drenched with olive oil, sprinkled with fresh minced garlic, and liberally dusted with dried basil and parmasan cheese). I'll try again tonight. Heck, the check is already made out, and everything...

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