Back in the 80s TV where I lived used to show Bollywood films at about 1am, which was when I got home from work. So I started watching this film, which was apparently a romance. Sparky career woman rejects advances of handsome fellow. Everyone starts singing and dancing. Ok, a musical then. Thugs burst in and shoot the place up. Woman’s father is killed, she swears vengeance. Uh ok… Local politician tries to shut down newspaper our heroine has just inherited, handsome fellow intervenes. More singing and dancing, ending in fireworks! which is apparently Bollywood for hot sex. Plot twist, handsome fellow is actually a baddie! I had to stop watching at 4am, no idea how it ended up.

Do viruses and bacteria count? Antibac resistance is building. I imagine a virus that fritzed our brains would give animals some advantage.

One Thing After Another.

Culture in general was much more monolithic

That’s interesting - I didn’t experience the advent of the internet like that, probably because I’m from a fairly multicultural background and travelled at lot at that time. I lived near DC for a few months in 1976 and went on a three-week road trip around California in 1990 and did notice how isolated from the rest of the world Americans in general seemed, especially outside the big cities. I was a real novelty, exotic even, and I’m a white cis het woman. Just with a funny accent, from a country they’d never heard of.

Stage one: Effortful noise when rising from a low chair/sofa

Stage two: Inability to rise from a low chair/sofa. Beanbag? Nooooo….

My own turning point was finding myself unable to get out of the bath by just standing up. It was comic but also terrifying. I eventually worked out I could lever myself up with my arms. Phew.

“I see you dress to the right, sir.”

How is she inside the cage yet also outside the cage? My brain hurts.

I’ve never watched Terminator. I like sci-fi generally (The Fifth Element is one of my favourite films) but I don’t know… it just never appealed to me. A lot of shooting and chasing and emoting I’m guessing? And Arnie. Not my cup of tea.

Both sides have elevators. One side also has the bridge lift, the mechanism that raises the central bridge to let ships through.

There’s no headphone jack… but I just Bluetooth audio to my hearing aids, so it’s not a problem.

My phone has two SIM slots (Oppo Find X3).

I went psst psssst pssst to a cute cat in a garden I was passing, not noticing a woman walking towards me. She thought I was hissing at her, gave me such a LOOK. She was wearing hijab, I’m an old lady, who knows what was going through her head.

No dopamine for me that day.

Licence plate: “Boy & dog”.

"The officer chose to write him a warning and ask him to take the animal back home and leave the city.”

So much to enjoy in this story.

Ugh yes. It was like her gadget had malfunctioned, AGAIN.

My sister’s absence seizures turned out to be stage four brain cancer. I know he’s an arsehole, but doesn’t he have anyone looking out for him? At all? He needs help.

From Wiki: “In 1819, at the age of 72, Goya moved into a two-story house outside Madrid that was called Quinta del Sordo (Deaf Man’s Villa). Although the house had been named after the previous owner, who was deaf, Goya too was nearly deaf at the time as a result of an unknown illness he had suffered when he was 46.”

I’ve seen these paintings and had no idea about any of this. I also want more weird art history facts.

TOO LATE.

The story had a bit of a happy ending - I paired the yarn and needles with a “learn to knit” book, and donated it to a raffle a club I belong to was holding. The winner of the kit was thrilled!

It was possibly also a comment on the low quality of catfood I was providing. “Saute this lightly and serve with the jus. Chop chop!”

Mmm, had a cat leave half a rat in my shoe one night. “You’re welcome.”