Otterday! And Open Thread.

Today’s Open thread is hosted by this damp little otter.

a very wet Asian Otter, close-up, in profile. Its paw are up in front of its face as if to make a 'stop' signal.

Please feel free to use this thread to natter about anything your heart desires. Is there anything great happening in your life? Anything you want to get off your chest? Reading a good book (or a bad one)? Anything in the news that you’d like to discuss? What have you created lately? Commiserations, felicitations, temptations, contemplations, speculations?

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  1. “No, no you are mistaken. I am not Colin Firth.”

  2. Showed this picture to my Boy Wonder (age 5):
    Boy: That’s cute!
    Me: That’s an otter.
    Boy: Are otters vicious killers?
    I think his love of David Attenborough documentaries is showing.

  3. Relating to an otter is always tied to a certain conception of ourselves

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    (And if you haven’t checked out the Discourse on the Otter tumblr, you really must.)

  4. The Boy Wonder is perspicacious indeed.

  5. Mr11 has been much happier this week, school holidays will do that for you.

  6. This Spring hasn’t been friendly on my nose, throat and eyes. Wretched histamines. I felt badly enough today that the Mr asked for a grocery list and then did the shopping for me, which means I have similar things to what I actually asked for.
    In other news, I find Barilla pasta products suddenly tainted with the bitter flavour of intolerance, and you might too:

    • My sympathies, Arcadia. After a week of sinusoid misery, I seem to have come through the other side of my hayfever horror for this year *crosses fingers*.
      That’s a very cagey apology issued by Chairman Guido Barilla, although at least it’s not actually a not-pology. It’s not a pasta I tend to buy anyway, so the issue is moot for me.

  7. After an x-ray, ultrasound, and finally a bone scan, I’ve finally found out that the pain I’ve had in my lower leg for the past three weeks is due to a fractured tibia. The same bone scan also picked up that what had been diagnosed as a pulled rib muscle last July is actually a not-quite-healed fractured rib. I’ve been in a cast for only a day, and I already want it off NOW PLEASE. The next six weeks are going to suck, especially given that I live in an upstairs apartment.
    And my irritation yesterday was only compounded when an interstate colleague told me that one of our clients there called another female colleague (an engineer with a PhD and 15 years’ experience) ‘girly’.

  8. My Joseph-eat-your-heart-out jacket is going great guns. First front finished Thursday night, and I’m 105 rows into the second, leaving about 65 to do, some of them sharply reducing. I have tomorrow off work (for a liver ultrasound – bah humbug to fasting) so if I stick with it, I might get it finished, and then there’s just the sleeves and sewing up to do. The sleeves will be shortish ‘cos it has dropped shoulder line, so they’re partly done already, so to speak.
    I appreciated the wet, windy day we had yesterday. Perfect for sitting in front of the heater and knitting. Fribbie thought so too; she had all day on a lap!

  9. Success! Knitting marathon on Saturday and Sunday = the second front being finished. Equalled aching arms, too, but it’s worth it. Plus, Fribs got all that extra lap time, and given her age, I’m more than happy to have her on my lap as often as she wants.

  10. Oh dear. LOLSob Sunshine Mary (you all know Sunshine Mary already, yes?)

  11. I do now. Wish I didn’t. But still someone has to be against the great scourge of feminism now that they have solved all the problems in the church, poverty, homelessness etc.

  12. I didn’t know about Sunshine Mary before now, either.
    She must feature on ‘Manboobz’ fairly regularly.
    I have just been to see ‘Turbo’ with my niecelings and their uncle. He loved it unreservedly. This is because he is the target audience. There were three female roles in the film.
    They were seemingly unable to find a female actor of Korean culture in America and so a man voices the role of one of them.
    Apparently, if you want to see movies with mostly female characters, you need to watch Barbie DVDs.
    On the bright side, I’m sure the bloke I was sitting next to benefited from the feminist deconstruction.

  13. I’m not quite sure why they would have wanted a female actor of Korean culture to voice a Vietnamese character.
    “But Soren knew he had the right actor for the part after watching Jeong on a national talk show. “He was imitating his mother and mother-in-law, and he sounded like an elderly woman,” Soren remembers. “And I said to myself, ‘That’s Kim Ly.’ I talked to Ken about it, and he loves the fact that he’s sort of channeling his mother-in-law for the role.””

  14. Is Kim Ly meant to be Vietnamese? Her cultural background was only apparent to me when I read the credits. I assumed she was Korean because Jeong is. Oh, that’s even better. They were unable to find any female actors of ANY South-East Asian culture.
    The producers must not know how to google.

  15. Sunshine Mary (who I’d also been ignorant of until today):

    women were not designed to be used like communal toilets for multiple men’s semen

    But apparently it’s just fine for a woman to be used like a private toilet for one man’s semen.
    Oops. I’m guessing she didn’t think through that metaphor. (Yes, I’ve encountered it before, and been equally annoyed by it in the past).
    To compensate for the unpleasant imagery, have an anagramised Sydney cityrail map.

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