"It's only 13 boats, 26 fishermen total, which are responsible for the dolphin slaughter seen in the film," [O'Barry] said.

"Ninety-nine percent of Taiji residents have nothing to do with the slaughter," he added.

The film created an uproar in Australia, leading the town of Broome to suspend its sister-city relationship with Taiji last month.

That was followed by pressure to cancel events related to a local Japanese pearl festival this month, while media in Broome reported that headstones in the Japanese cemetery there were recently vandalized, with posters of dolphins being placed atop them.

While praising Broome for suspending its ties with Taiji, an action O'Barry and other activists had lobbied for, he condemned the cemetery vandalism.

"That's wrong, we don't support it, and we told the Broome council it was wrong," he said.

Teacher: I'm going to give a sentence starter containing a vocabulary word. Raise your hand if you want to end it.

Teacher: "You would 'cringe' if you saw a..."

Kid: (shouts out) DEAD MAN!!

Class: (goes on, completely unfazed)

Teacher: (during a lesson on Time Management) Does anyone want to give an example of not using time wisely?

Kid: One time, in second grade - well, actually, all the time - I was a really, really, really bad kid! The teacher, she was talking, but I really wanted to color, so all I did in second grade was color pictures under my desk.

Teacher: /:O?

Kid: WHAT. I LIKE TO COLOR! (crosses arms defiantly)

One of the prep teachers had decided to give out coloring sheets to our class one day because she was absent. I was greatly annoyed because she had "assigned" generic, long-lashed, tiny-bodied dolls to the girls and fast-action race cars to the boys. (Sigh.) When they were done, they were to hand them in to me as I was in charge of homework help that day.

7 of 15 girls, all either African American or Mexican American, submitted pages with blonde, blue-eyed girls.

One girl even told me that she meant her picture to be of me. I took a look at her sheet, and above the winking, blue-eyed blonde was my misspelled name next to the word, 'Pretty.'

On the drive home, I cried.

Just saw Precious, Oprah's new film. I'm fairly sure it's the most moving, courageous film I have ever seen and, quite probably, will ever see.

A handful of people kept laughing throughout the movie, which honestly made me near homicidal. I tried to keep in mind the sociological and psychological reasons for "this phenomenon," but that only tempered my rage a little. My cousin who was sitting next to me had to endure me clenching my fists and angrily muttering "I'm going to fucking kill these people" about every five minutes.

Anyways, I won't give anything away (watch the trailer, but stay away from most reviews), but I'll be extremely angry if Precious doesn't at least get a couple of nods come awards season. If Crash (which I personally despised) could win Best Picture, Precious had BETTER at least get nommed. For fuckin' serious.