In the absence of anything better to write, I think I’ll post a link to this blond joke. I was going to write something on inside I’m dancing, but need to mull it over some more. There seems to be a dialectic in that film for disabled viewers: kind of like us watching you watching us, which has some repercussions I need to think through. Okay, the film itself is almost complete lachrymose twaddle, but still interesting.