Okay, now you're just taking the piss....

After all that muttering and whingeing about the weight of my chair, I drove into town yesterday and stopped at a traffic light next to someone using a lay-by to load a manual chair into the back of their car. It was a lightweight manual chair, and to completely take the piss at what I'm putting up with, he was holding it in one hand at arms length while he took the wheels off..... I tried later, and even with my stronger arm I can't quite lift the chair off the ground one-handed, never mind hold it at arms length!

And I was so busy muttering to myself about the state of the pavements - yes, the cobbles look very picturesque, but did you have to cobble <i>every</i> damned entrance that crosses the pavement? - that I rolled straight past where I was going and only realised a hundred yards further on! *headdesk*

I also started the prescribed physio exercises for my shoulder yesterday, and it's all very well saying 'don't push it so far that it hurts', but if the first indication that it hurts is when you shriek in pain then the boundaries are going to take some working out. Given the way my shoulders felt this morning, I opted for crutches for my trip into town.

Get A Head...

Article in New Scientist discussing a researcher seriously proposing to conduct a head transplant within the next couple of years (with a proposal to deal with the severed spinal cord so the patient isn't left a quad). My immediate reaction was to think of Niven's Gil 'the ARM' Hamilton, and all the issues he faced with organleggers, in particularly the brain-transplanted crime-boss in The Defenceless Dead. I'm not certain the criminal justice system is ready for this...

Favourite line of the week....

"I for one welcome our new tyrannical marsupial overlords"

(For those who aren't fans, Speedy, the sleeping (and therefore not currently talking) koala in question, is a raging conservative and would count as a super-intelligent evil genius but for the fact that he mostly uses his powers to consult for the Federal government and work out ways to impregnate every female koala he can find. He recently visited a koala reserve and is a little, ahem, worn out)

(Does it pass the Bechdel test if it's two women trying not to talk about koala sex?)