After years of going "Eh, I remember when everybody was threatening to leave over invite codes", LJ have finally pissed me off enough to create a Dreamwidth account. Er, well done?

I'm not sure what this means, yet. Depends what they do about the Facebook/Twitter thing.

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So, if you're planning to crosspost your comments on my entries, or my comments on your entries, to Facebook or Twitter, now would be the time to let me know.

I would prefer to unfriend people in a civil manner now, rather than have to lose my shit later.

Obviously, I solemnly swear that I will not be crossposting anything.

Short version: paediatric urologist at Cornell University conducted (conducting? Timeframe is unclear) FGM on intersex infants with follow-ups that amount to sexual abuse. Please complain to the Office of Research Integrity and Assurance at ORIA@med.cornell.edu.

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TL;DR - I'm complaining about therapy again. Cos I've got some tomorrow afternoon that I'm not really looking forward to.
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My parents' house has mice. Awesome.

This is what happens when you don't let the cats upstairs. When cats have the run of a place, rodents don't.

"I won't compete against people who're in the same lousy position as me. It's dishonourable ( Read more... )

First up we went to visit the prison library, and I decided pretty quickly that it wasn't for me. Before the interview proper, I grabbed the bosslady for a quick word and said I'd like to withdraw my application, since although the library itself was lovely, there was no way I could work in the prison. Yes, I realise the fact it's an oppressive ( Read more... )

Next Door broke our garden gate. (It's pretty much the front gate; everyone comes to the house through the garden.) We weren't in at the time, but the lass on the other side saw him. Apparently he was banging on the windows and going off on one. Which is unusual: usually his bitch of a girlfriend actually causes the trouble, and he stands there ( Read more... )

You are supposed to protect the people. That is, all the people. Even the ones you don't like or you think you can portray in a way that will lose them public sympathy. So let's have a recap, shall we? You don't shoot people carrying chair legs. You don't shoot Brazillian electricians. You don't beat the shit out of people having a demonstration to ( Read more... )

So far, I have put my karate shin-pads in the tumble dryer, dropped a hoover on my face and got trapped by my duvet. Yay!

Although my housemate managed to cause a wok avalanche in the kitchen, so maybe the gremlins are after everyone and it's not just me.