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24 November 2010

Fuck Winter



Seriously, can winter just be OVER, now? PLEASE? I've had enough ice and snow and cold to last a lifetime. The motorized chair simply cannot handle this shit!

Hell, I couldn't even get to my evening class on Monday, thanks to this stupid Arctic wind. And I LOVE this class! I wanted to go! It's almost the highlight of my week! I actually look forward to Monday and Wednesday evenings, for reasons other than TV programming, now.

*sigh*

I'm SO over this below-freezing weather. I just want to get outside and DO something. Even if it's just trekking over to Walgreen's for munchies. It's literally too cold to BREATHE out there!

Guess it's time to just cocoon myself in blankets and wait it out. -.-;

09 October 2010

Purity Tests

Purity tests are a fun way to waste time, and often present good ideas for ways to mindfuck the general public.

I'm 57.5% freaky!

Wow calm down, I'm starting to freak you out!

» Take the Freak Test at MindViz

20 September 2010

Back To School, Part 1

So it's back to school for me, aiming for a Paralegal degree this time, and I'm actually kinda excited about it.

Classes start tomorrow, the 21st, I've got my books, supplies, everything, ready to go. I'm prepared. I've done this before.

So why am I so damn nervous?

08 September 2010

WTF? Since When Is Pregnancy and Parenthood a "Special Need"?



Ignoring the demotivational text, since when is being pregnant or having a small child a disability? Priority seating on transit is for SENIORS AND THE DISABLED, not lazy-ass women with small children!

Cue whines of, "But I'm a MOMMEEEEE! You don't UNDERSTAAAAAND!"

Yeah. I do understand. You crapped out a kid. You're not entitled to jack shit, lady, so stop acting like you're SOOOO SPESHUL for getting knocked up and giving birth. Seriously. If your kid is small enough to be carried, you can carry it to the back of the bus. If it's old enough to walk, you can walk it to the back of the bus. And while I've got your attention, SHUT YOUR DAMN KID UP! Yeah, yeah, kids make noise, sure, but SCREAMING is not acceptable, and we DON'T have to put up with it. It's your kid, it's your fucking job to teach it what's socially appropriate. If you don't, someone else WILL.

Cue indignant, "How DARE you discipline my child!"

Well, lady, someone's gotta do it, and if you won't, I WILL. And I don't give a shit if it "crushes his spirit" or "stifles his creativity". The sun doesn't shine out your kid's ass, so stop acting like it does.

30 June 2010

New Look....

My blog has a new look, a new style, and there are more changes coming soon! Like that list of links I promised you.

28 May 2010

Maybe Not

I'm still completely exhausted.

Functional.

But exhausted.

I'm skipping Ski to Sea stuff this year. Not watching the parade. Not taking up PFLAG on the invite to march in the parade. I'm sleeping, and would rather like to be left alone... unless you come bearing food.

25 May 2010

Oh. Holy HELL.

So I had the gallbladder surgery last Friday. Here's what I've learned:

Laparoscopic surgery, though the "less invasive" way to do it, is still surgery, and STILL FUCKING HURTS.

I bruise easily. VERY easily. Pictures would probably be over-share.

Even "small" bruises can hurt BIG.

Cats will ALWAYS steal your pillow. Or take up the whole bed. Or poke you in the side, right in one of the bruises.

Gracie is a morning person. I hate morning people. I hate mornings. Hell, I barely do "daylight hours". It's not fun waking up to a happy, overly enthusiastic, loud-enough-to-wake-the-dead "MEOW" at 7:00 AM. And startle badly enough to jump about three feet. And experience pain on a whole NEW level.

Vicodin is a fucking godsend. I don't particularly like opiates, but they ARE effective painkillers, and I DO like that. I'm a total wimp when it comes to pain, and the worse the pain, the quieter I get. Seriously, we're in "flat 'ow'" territory. (Related to the "Flat What") Plus... yeah, I'm a bit loopy. But that may just be that I'm dead tired.

I have to go back in on June 3d, for removal of about six gallstones that "escaped" into the duct. Should be simple, no-fuss procedure.

Anyway, I'm about ready to just lie down and go to sleep. I had a very busy day, and I'm just completely wiped out. But, every day, the pain is just a little... less, and moving around gets a little easier.

I should be back up and running by the first. I hope.

06 May 2010

Internet Shopping

Internet, I love you and I HATE you. You provide me with entertainment, socialization, and even shopping opportunities. So many neat things available. And now I've given in and ordered a T-shirt from teh LOLmart.

The shirt:


The original LOL that inspired the shirt:


It arrives in about two weeks.

25 March 2010

Insomnia, yay....

I'm awake. Hell, I've BEEN awake since, what, noon-ish, YESTERDAY. Insomnia sucks!

On the brighter side, that also means I'm very easily amused because my brain is on, like, half-impulse, as opposed to full warp.

I saw this:
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And it reminded me of the oh-so-epic intro to "Hitch-hiker's Guide":

05 March 2010

This Is How Wars Start



Why do I have memories of situations similar to this with my siblings?



Haha, and you know, this happened a lot, too.

Usually ended with everyone involved in

03 March 2010

BWAHAHAHAHA

Your result for Lovecraftian God Test...

Nyarlathotep

The Crawling Chaos

"Nyarlathotep... the crawling chaos... I am the last... I will tell the audient void..." So begins a poem by the same name, written by H.P. Lovecraft himself. Nyarlathotep is the most human-like of the Outer Gods, in fact he often walks the earth as a human. He can appear anywhere in the universe at any time, and as anything. While many of the Cthulhu Mythos' gods are very destructive in nature, Nyarlathotep delights instead in corruption-- sowing evil, discord and madness wherever he goes.

Take Lovecraftian God Test at OkCupid

Can you name the Seven Deadly Sins? - sporcle

Can you name the Seven Deadly Sins? - sporcle

I almost forgot Envy. XD

20 February 2010

Redecorating

The entire household, over the past two weeks, has been redecorated. My room is no exception! I'll post photos when it's finished, it's pretty cool.

14 February 2010

Busy Week Was BUSY!

Holy shit, it's been a while!

On Friday the 5th, we had a... well... just... see for yourself. I woke up to gunshots that morning. (Update: it was, indeed, a murder-suicide.)

That was the same day Ian came up for the weekend -- which was very much fun, and very much tiring. In a good way.

I spent Tuesday in bed -- no, no, get your mind out of the gutter, I was sleeping!

Wednesday, I went with Paul and saw Avatar. Fucking AWESOME movie, and quite frankly, I enjoyed seeing a movie that pushed the idea of all life being interconnected, and showed just how destructive Human ways are. Seriously, we need to be more like the Na'vi, and learn to live WITH the planet, and not live OFF it. (But that's a rant for later. ^_^)

Thursday night I went to see Cheech & Chong "Get It Legal" -- hilarious! But there must have been something in the air, because all I remember is Chong going on a riff about cats, stoner cats, and how you can tell they're fucked up. (Hint: If you throw the cat at the curtains, and it doesn't stick, it's stoned.)

On a side C&C note, I swear at least one of them was sparking up backstage -- I could SMELL it.

Friday, I stayed home.

Saturday, yeah... you guessed it. I stayed home. Liz dropped by, and we went and visited my parents and OMG, Gracie just LOVES Liz's nails! (Not that I'm surprised.) Chatted into the small hours with Ian.

Sunday. Valentine's day. Dammit, now that I have a mate, why does he have to be in Seattle?! I can think of several things I'd like to be doing right now, but they're all couple-y things. *sigh* I'm going to go eat ice cream and mope.

Oh, and in honor of the holiday:

04 February 2010

READ THIS

Just read this.

I am stunned. Totally blown away by the level of ... it... Wow. Just... wow.

02 February 2010

More on Bad Baby Names

I know I picked on blacks a bit in my last name rant. Well, "kreeaytyve", "yooneek", and downright awful names aren't limited at all by race.

ESPN -- pronounced "Es-pen" (I shit you not, it's true!) What's next, naming your kid NASCAR? I can only imagine the poor kid saddled with this name is from the South, and probably from a trailer park.

Look... man... just... THINK, please, before naming your crotch-droppings. Make sure it's something that isn't going to embarrass the poor kid, or become a hindrance in life.

30 January 2010

Life is Interesting, Part Two

So you'll remember I posted about Ian a while back. And if you follow my facebook you'll know we're together. Yes, as in "in a serious relationship". Well, what you don't know is that there's a huge history here.

I am completely head-over-heels for him. And I have been for 12 years, most of which was spent in total denial. (Go, me.)

And I've been thinking. I'm not one to ascribe things to "fate" or "destiny". I prefer logical explanations, hell, I'll even accept "coincidence" over "meant to be". But this? This is way too perfect to be anything but fate or destiny. And that kinda scares me.

Okay. It really scares me.

Not because he's, like, perfect for me. Not because this is moving kinda fast. And not because the pieces are all falling in to place.

But because I'm actually feeling something. Well... other than numb, that is. I'm feeling things I haven't felt in a very long time -- since before The Jackass, actually. And it scares the living hell out of me that I'm capable of this depth of emotion.

Total love and acceptance. Not only am I feeling this way, he's... very much loving and accepting of me as I am.

Why does this scare me so much?

After dealing with The Jackass, and the abuse, after everything I've seen, why does this scare me?

26 January 2010

Rape victim receives 101 lashes for becoming pregnant

Rape victim receives 101 lashes for becoming pregnant

I am upset. I literally had to wait for hours to stop shaking in rage after reading about this. And I'd really really like to hurt the people who imposed this disgusting sentence on a 16 year old girl.

First off, she didn't have a choice in being raped. She's the victim, here. No. She's a survivor.

Second, she didn't choose to be ovulating at (or near) the time of the rape. And she certainly didn't choose for the zygote to implant! (Non-medical version: She didn't choose to get pregnant.) This is adding insult to injury. And she doesn't have the options we have here in the U.S. -- abortion is illegal in Bangladesh. I don't know about the status of any adoption laws there.

And now? Now she's being punished for being a victim. Because she not only dared to get herself raped, she got pregnant.

This is... barbaric. This is not only wrong, it's ... beyond wrong. It's so fundamentally vile and anti-human that, in the 21st century, women are still blamed for the actions of men who choose not to control themselves. How is it possible, that with all the technology at our fingertips, there are still places in the world where backwards, bronze-age ideas of "morality" are still part of the law?

I'm going to go cry, now.

EDIT: I'm having a formatting FAIL, and trying to fix it.

EDIT 2: Fixed it.

24 January 2010

RANT: What the hell are these people THINKING?

Woman Claims She Was "Sterilized Against [her] Will"

Nine kids, on SSI, her mother has custody of three of the little crotch-monkeys, and this woman is bitching about how she wants MOAR KIDS and the hospital allegedly sterilized her against her will

First off, she has nine -- NINE -- children, each with different fathers.

Secondly, Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma? Not a disability. GET A JOB.

Third, the relevant documents (consent forms) are conveniently "missing". (They were sent to her previous lawyer, apparently, and then went "poof".) I suspect she got hold of them somehow, and destroyed them.

Fourth, we have the minor detail that she had previously sued a spermicide company because she got pregnant. Now I'm confused -- suing because you got pregnant, and now suing because you can't? This is NOT adding up.

Fifth... Look, I'm all for reproductive rights, but what about a little responsibility, here? This woman has proven, time and again, that she is NOT responsible enough to be a parent, that she has no desire to do anything for the kids, they're just cash-cows to her. More kids? She gets more money.

THIS is why I support the idea of parenting licenses. Anyone who wishes to be a parent should have to pass a rigorous exam testing their parenting skills, patience, intelligence, should meet a minimal income/resource* requirement, and for the love of all that is sacred, they should have to prove that they can RAISE the kid.

I have chosen to be child-free because I know I'm not responsible enough, I'm not financially secure, I can't provide physically or emotionally for a child. Nor do I have the patience to be a parent. I have made the intelligent choice, to NOT BREED, instead of popping out fuck-trophies just because I have a uterus and ovaries.

Seriously, people, THINK before you BREED! Is the world really better off because you shat out another "precious snowflake"?

And while I'm on the topic of "precious snowflakes" what the HELL is wrong with some people? Traditional names, great. Ethnic names, totally awesome. Names with religious significance? Sure! I'll even take hippy-dippy names like Moonbeam -- they're pretty, and many times fit the personality of the kid.

But this idiotic trend of "unique" names has GOT to go. NOW. If I see one more "Brytynnyye" or "Jaydynn" or some nonsensical shit like, "Le-a" (hint: the dash is not silent, it's seriously pronounced "ledasha") I'm gonna flip. Just give your kids nice, normal names, and save them a lot of trauma in school. I guarantee that little "Diammond Sparckle Zedekeyah Lilly Ann Martin" (see linked article) is going to be thoroughly traumatized, if only by constantly having to correct others on spelling. Hell, I'll bet a 20-sack (2 grams) of cannabis that, in 18 years, she's working at a strip club, thanks to her idiot parents and their habit of giving their kids yooneek naymez. While I'm on the topic, I'd also like to note that inner-city blacks** need to stop making up names like "Daejwan" and that adding "La", "Da", or "Ta" to the start of an existing name just screams, "poor inner-city ghetto trash" -- your kids are not getting employed with names like that. (And we're all wondering why crime is so high... CONNECT THE FUCKING DOTS! -- "black-sounding" name = NO JOB = higher crime.)



*By which I mean, not money, but a reliable support system (i.e. grandparents, friends, other family members willing to baby sit or otherwise help out with the kid) so the prospective parent can continue to work and provide for the future child.

**I'm tired of seeing people throw their lives away like this. It's entirely unnecessary, and just serves to further stigmatize the community they live in. Take some fucking PRIDE in yourself, and CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT.

EDIT: For more shits and giggles over horrible names, check out Baby's Named a Bad, Bad Thing - I'm in stitches over here!

21 January 2010

19 January 2010

Things are Getting Interesting

Years ago when I was a kid, I went to a camp for disabled kids, and made friends there. One of those friends recently contacted me thru change.org, and just happens to be the one guy I've had a thing for. And still do have a thing for. *grins* Ian still lives in Seattle, and we've been talking about getting together.

Speaking of talking, I spent hours this morning chatting with him, and I think this could actually work out to be a very good thing. In fact, I'm positive this is going to be a good thing.

14 January 2010

Ugh. Just... ugh.

Joy of joys, I had a gallbladder attack. Ended up spending most of the night in hospital (oh, so much fun...) and really ought to get to bed now.