On another entertainment note:

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Everybody remind me that I should never, but never, watch biopics based on the life of John Keats to cheer myself up. The movie in question is Bright Star, and it's ok, I guess, if slow, and tremendously depressing, and if I had severe qualms about the depiction of Charles Armitage Brown, here depicted as one of the Worst People Ever, leading me to question why anybody, even Keats, would put up with him at all, especially in the early parts of the film before Keats is all sick and dying and in no position to object to anybody, and even if I strongly felt that the movie John Keats and Fanny Brawne would absolutely, unquestionably, have Done It. (I don't know if the real life relationship between the two was physically consummated or not, but in the movie, it really should have been, and they were taking enough liberties with history as it was that this would have been a minor deviation.)