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moving between genders (genderfluid);[2]

Really? And here I thought I knew what gender fluid was.

secondy, it seems. gender unchanged.

The full abbreviation is LGBTTIQQ2S:

Lesbian
Gay
Bisexual
Transsexual
Transgendered (How is this different from “Transsexual”?)
Intersexed (people whose gender is physically ambiguous)
Queer
Questioning
2 Spirit (an American Indian thing)

I declare, when I was at Harrow and Eaton, some rumpery pumpery with a hostlery lad never seemed to be a waste of a perfectly ravishing afternoon.

Nobody will thank me for ruining everyone’s ability to make their supper stay put by providing this link to a Zombie article about nudist protestors:

This Is What a Blue State Looks Like: Rally for Nudity in SF

NSFW, it hardly needs saying. I don’t know if you will find the images offensive, but I’d bet a hundred dollars you’d find them annoying. I found them so annoying it made me want to spray them with sugar water from a firehose and drop a sling load of bee hives from a helicopter right in the middle of them. Or maybe a Time On Target of water balloons filled with SWeasel’s Olde Englishe Hot Chili Sauce. Something’s wrong with me, I know.

What ever you do, SWeasel, save your brain, don’t click on the link!

are there no mosquitoes in San Francisco?

Pity.

Picking up a bit of I129 here.

Hmmm I’m after info on heating small particles with RF – anyone got some paper links?

OT, but I think we have a new and maybe even ultimate definition of the word “vapid.” To whit…

http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2012/10/posted-without-comment.php

No, that’s not some clever joke clip – it’s a real advertisement, that somebody is paying real money to buy advertising time for.

We’re fucking doomed…

aaaaiiiiii…I clicked.

I early voted yesterday, me. Took only about 20 minutes, and the biggest strain was that the building was not very well air-conditioned on an 85-degree-and-humid afternoon.

The voting machine, at least for early voting, is a stand-alone console with shielding curtains on either side, but open in the back — some nosy parker could look over your shoulder, I guess. Touch the screen for each choice, touch “Next,” and then at the end you see a summary screen of your selections, which you can go back and change. Only then do you get a button on-screen to “Confirm.”

Your selections are recorded on a card, which you hand to the attending registrar person, and that’s it. (I suppose if said attendant was a Dim-o-crat, and saw that you chose Romney/Ryan, she could accidentally on purpose lose the card. But I’d rather not think about that right now.)

But please stop demanding that I think about your genitals and your sex life so much, okay?

Fine. I release you.

There’s only two genders, if’n ya ask me – quiet and noisy.

checking the time

Wolfus Aurelius: I’m guessing that your votes were also recorded electronically, and that the paper card is used only to confirm if there is a question about the results, but that still seems totally assbackwards. In New York (at lest in my area) you are handed a paper ballot, which you fill out with a pen while standing in a cubicle curtained at sides and front (I guess they count on the voter’s back to shield it from those in the rear), then you walk over to another cubicle and feed it into a slot; I believe the computer reads the markings, but it also, of course, preserves the paper ballot … in case of questions. The system you describe sounds just as good, possibly even better–right up until you hand the card to someone, rather than personally depositing it in a locked box that is on view in front of god and everybody through the period of voting. A system that gives a human being the opportunity to see what is on the paper document /during/ the vote, especially while the voter is still connected with it, strikes me as a bad idea.

Gender is a grammatical term. The aggressive-transgressive mob are just SO FUCKING BORING. I do not care what you do with your squishy bits and with whom. The world’s most powerful atomic force microscope is not capable of seeing the size of the shit I give.

Sub-atomic faecal matter?
Surely you Jest Mr Gillies?

My daughter’s main squeeeeze’s mother lives in Brighton, and none of us particularly wanted to visit down there when I was across the pond in July. I could go to San Francisco if I was really all that interested in the sorts that live down there.

Which I ain’t.

Oh, Brighton is fun, Nina. You should’ve gone. There’s good shopping and the Pier and the Pavilion. It’s not obnoxious-gay.

Ironically, it was much easier for us to get to from London — there’s a fast train in a direct line from London to Brighton. To get there now, even though we’re much closer, is a long, slow crawl along the seafront.

Have they this newfangled electricity fad over yonder in Brighton? Britishers temporarily embraced “modernity” but it works not for them nor they for it. Roman Legions abandoned the accursed gannet-guano coated rocky outcroppings due to lack of natural resources and backwardness of indigenous personnel.

http://tinyurl.com/9slr2pt

“Oh, Brighton is fun, Nina. You should’ve gone. There’s good shopping…”

It does have a very good antiques section.

Not sure how to pronounce “Mx”.

At least the communists picked a real word with “Comrade”.