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[kittydesade]

Beantworten Sie die Fragen über den Sportclub im Superlativ.
e.g. Frank spielt lieber Tennis als Basketball. Und Fußball?
Fußball spielt er am liebsten.
1. Peter spielt aber besser als Frank. Und Georg? Georg spielt am bestern.
2. Inge treibt mehr Sport als ihr Bruder. Und ihr Schwester? Sie treibt am meisten Sport.
3. Gudrun schlägt den Ball höher als Lisa. Und Karoline? Sie schlägt den Ball am höchsten.
4. Julians Tennisschuhe kosten mehr als Ullis Schuhe. Und Marks Schuhe? Sie kosten am meisten.
5. David joggt lieber morgens als mittags. Und abbens? David joggt abends am liebsten.
6. Nach dem Sport hören sie ileber Reggae als klassische Musik. Und Rockmusik? Sie hören am liebsten.


And now I'm just sleepy tired and trying to distract myself from jumping the gun. These are two not very good combinations. A not very good combination, two not very good things.

And, okay. I've seen enough Trayvon Martin stuff going on around Network to get this bubbling up. Yes, it's terrible, horrible, a travesty, a piss-poor display of that police department's lack of abilities, but you know what strikes me most about the whole thing? That kid, Trayvon Martin, looks like my brother. My baby brother, bless him, how the hell my hippie artistic family threw a lawyer, I'll never know. There's something similar about the shape of the face and the build of his body and the smile reminds me of my kid brother when I was just getting out of high school and he was just heading into middle school. And, yes, the color of his skin. The shooter, this Zimmerman guy? He looks like my biodad. He's white in the same mysterious way I'm white, in the way that our country somehow doesn't, on paper, distinguish between white and hispanic. That irritated the fuck out of me when I was filling out census paperwork. But, and this is what keeps striking me at odd moments about this case, but what this is, because racism keeps being (rightly, I think) brought up, this happened because a trigger happy person of my race shot a person of my baby brother's race. Because he made a judgment call based on the most superficial of glances and his own presumptions.

To Zimmerman, this was a stranger. A menacing stranger who could never have been anything but a Bad Person doing Bad Things. To me, this could have been my kid brother. My adorable, wonderful, punkass kid brother. I could have seen that kid walking by across the street in my hometown and gone "Hey, [Brother!] What are you doing out of school?" And he'd turn to me and go "Who? I don't know you!" And I'd be all 'oops' and, you know, life happens. That's what I feel most about this case. Someone who looks like me, racially. Shot someone who looks like my kid brother. I can't begin to tell you how sad that makes me. And how boggled and frightened by the difference in thinking.

Lighter fare. Alcatraz, I hear, is cancelled? Yes/no? I hear this from a friend, Google isn't telilng me shit. I'm annoyed but not surprised, it was on Fox and Fox keeps maybe one in every five decent shows. Mostly I'm annoyed because a) now we're never going to find out what's going on and b) Sam Neill, goddammit! I liked having Sam Neill on my screen roughly once a week even if he was a big jerkface. Also the relationship his character had with Parminder Nagra's was absolutely freaking wonderful.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Too tired to be much fussed. And there's not much to do but wait and slog through the backlog of crap I haven't been doing because house stuff ate up all my energy. Although I think it will be naptime when I get home. So, so sleepy.