tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75721805812733208712024-03-15T18:10:02.031-07:00Welcome to my WorldBlog-wide Content Notice: Be prepared for discussion of domestic violence, sexual assault, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, racism, and a variety of mental health issues.
There will be f-bombs.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-27688674579809829242017-09-30T09:59:00.000-07:002017-09-30T09:59:14.791-07:00I'm So High (Parody)
To the tune of the Beatles "I'm So Tired"
I'm so high, I can't even blinkI'm so oh oh high, into the couch I sinkI wonder, should I get up and get something to drink?No no noI'm so high, I think I'd like a snackRunning to the store -- I'll be right backWith yummy things to eat, and something to drinkYeah yeah yeah
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-49450151138776929242017-09-08T01:40:00.001-07:002017-09-08T01:40:12.868-07:00Sharing Needles, Sharing Blood?The subject of IV drug use came up today in the context of sharing dirty equipment.
We know that there's enough blood left in the syringe from the previous user to potentially pass diseases, right?
Now, people have different blood types, and it's really not a good idea to give, say, B- to someone with A+ blood. In fact, it can be fatal to mix different blood types.
Which got me wondering -- doAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-79907390656853539832016-10-26T00:32:00.002-07:002016-10-26T00:32:41.024-07:00The Cheese IncidentI don't much care for cheese.
The Jackass loved cheese. Like, forget the knife, just hand him the whole block, right?
He had to have complete control over the food. What we bought. How much. And it was always stuff he liked. And a lot of the foods he liked are things that I just... can't eat, for various reasons. He was on a steady diet of high-fat, high-cholesterol, salt-laden, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-62306212105028312022016-10-05T04:07:00.004-07:002016-10-05T04:11:38.928-07:00The JackassWe openly refer to my ex -- the abuser discussed in my last post -- as "The Jackass".
I can't remember precisely how it came about, but I'm probably not far off in saying that The Jackass had done something jerk-tastic in front of my parents. Because, yes, he really was that big of a douchebag.
Dad referred to him as a "jackass", and it stuck. (And let me tell you, he lived up to -- or perhaps Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-28348086871476986462016-09-28T20:36:00.000-07:002016-09-28T20:36:03.065-07:00I SurvivedNOTE: I initially wrote this as an answer on Quora, to the question "What incident has traumatized you for good?" I'm reposting it here because I don't feel like re-typing all this.
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The six or seven years I spent with my abuser. Yeah, I’m including some snark in parenthetical comments, some of which is stuff I always wanted to say to him.
When I met him, he was charming, intelligent, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-77116987397736518682016-06-26T02:10:00.001-07:002016-06-26T02:12:10.735-07:00AnxietyYou know those dreams where there's something terrible chasing you?
The ones where you can't ever run fast enough, because no matter how hard you try, you can only move slowly? If you can move at all?
All the while, the monster -- you can't see it, but you know it's big and evil and indescribable -- the whole time it's gaining on you.
Almost close enough to grab you.
Always out of reach.
ButAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-90835549396959499692014-10-28T20:38:00.002-07:002014-10-28T20:38:08.888-07:00"Psychology of Victimhood"? More Like "Psychology of Bullshit"!This paper -- Psychology of Victimhood -- is victim-blaming bullshit on mile-high stilts.
It claims to explore the "psychology of victimhood", and I suppose, on some level, it does that. However, despite saying several times that "the intent isn't to blame the victim", the author goes on to explain how victims are "really" responsible in some way for being victimised. Author assigns levels of "Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-90460535131880157012014-10-27T21:38:00.001-07:002014-10-27T21:38:01.918-07:00Gallbladder Function, Location & Anatomy | Body MapsSo here's a throwback, and it's not even Thursday! Someone apparently stumbled on to an old (like, years old) blog post of mine concerning my (long-since removed) gallbladder, and sent me this link. It's pretty cool -- 3D models of human anatomy and decent explanations of what's what and what things do!
Gallbladder Function, Location & Anatomy | Body Maps:
'via Blog this'Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-55661546553813867602014-05-11T15:54:00.000-07:002014-05-11T15:54:13.576-07:00A Response To Top Ten MomismsThis popped up in my feed today, and holy crap. So many of these pissed me off as a child, and still do as an adult.
01. Why? Because I said so, that's why!
Sure, if you're raising yourself a little unthinking Authoritarian automaton. But no. Unquestioning obedience to authority is a really, really bad thing to teach a child, because it puts the child in a position where they cannot refuse anAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-18857282334199055862014-04-24T13:03:00.001-07:002014-04-24T13:03:46.071-07:00They're Trying to Kill The Internet. Again. widgetContext = {"url":"https:\u002F\u002Fopenmedia.org\u002Fwidgets\u002Fstop-secrecy?width=260\u0026height=460\u0026src=fftf", "width":"260", "height":"705", "widgetid":"web_widget_iframe_9c82eae7a4902042e4b47b5c826fa5e6", "scrolling":"auto"};
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Please help keep the internet free.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-26149091661960271412013-11-13T14:27:00.001-08:002013-11-13T14:27:25.428-08:00Depression and AngerPerhaps the hallmark of this sort of anger, like the intense forms of irritability, fear or despair, is that they perpetuate themselves. After a while, they simply take over. You’re raging, irritable, intensely anxious or despairing for no apparent reason. Or if there is a reason at the beginning, the distorted emotions keep going without letup. They have a life of their own.--- From Depression Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-45413266998120024492012-12-19T22:19:00.001-08:002012-12-19T22:24:31.160-08:00Which Animaniacs Character Am I?Not that anyone needs to guess, really.
It's obvious.
Which Animaniacs Character are You?
You're cute! And, when you're not, it's not pretty. Sure, you like girly stuff, like pink frilly outfits, flowers, adorable baby animals, tiny boxes that you can't fit anything in, and tiny doll-sized clothing, but you're also quite the firebrand! People who scorn you, and just plain stupid people Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-41223970301514892572012-11-02T02:24:00.001-07:002012-11-02T02:25:03.326-07:00It's Been A WhileIt's been a while since I've posted anything here. Wow. Okay, so, life happened, and I've been so wrapped up in reading other blogs that I've neglected my own.I'm never sure when I'm going to have something to say, so it's not like I can say this will be updated on x, y, and z days of the week, or what have you. I am, however, going to try to have something at least twice a week.And I know -- I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-57026005452748710472012-03-11T06:18:00.000-07:002012-03-11T06:18:31.206-07:00Ridiculous Retail ComplaintsI came across this "review" of Wal-Mart via STFU Parents.
So this "very upset mother of two" has a "complaint" about Wal-Mart. A'ight, who doesn't have a complaint about corporate this or store policy that or OMFG the service at this place I went to SUCKED BALLS -- but this complaint? This complaint is a fine illustration of everything that is wrong about current parenting trends... and then Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-86333946017890119872012-01-25T21:47:00.000-08:002012-01-25T21:47:02.633-08:00Self-AnalysisThis post came about kind of randomly. It started with a simple assignment. Assess and analyse the things I'm good at, the things I need to work on, and how I can work on those things that need work. Sounds pretty easy, most of you can probably come up with, like, five things you're good at in no time at all. Well, nothing is as easy as it looks (or sounds), and one of those "things I need to fixAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-20829839823314428312011-11-18T18:02:00.000-08:002011-11-18T18:02:38.532-08:00Holy Office: Jesus vs Dr WhoHoly Office: Jesus vs Dr WhoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-79948826969125818162011-11-05T23:45:00.000-07:002011-11-05T23:45:23.219-07:00On "Uzumaki", or "Why Babies And Placentas are Creepy"Junji Ito's "Uzumaki" is, in few words, creepy as fuck. No denying it, it starts out bug-fuck crazy, and just gets worse from there. If nothing else, because of the damn spirals. Everywhere. And the spirals are spreading, consuming, twisting -- Kurozu-cho is one of those places.
Anyway, click the images to embiggen... if you dare.
It starts with this.
And gets worse!
This still isn't the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-24237906226913863892011-09-18T02:10:00.000-07:002011-09-18T02:35:08.616-07:00Random ShitSo I was reading "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" #39, and on page 16 I see this:
I looked at it for a few seconds, thinking, "That demon reminds me of a Pokemon. Machamp, or something."
Someone please tell me it's not just me, and that thing really does bear an odd resemblance to Machoke.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-88405016342113251002011-05-28T01:30:00.000-07:002011-05-28T01:30:36.482-07:00Blogging, CommentsI've had a few anonymous cowards come on here and flat out insult me.
I have only ever had to delete two comments -- one that posted my personal information (who also hit my LiveJournal, and was probably my ex), and one that directly attacked me.
Holy shit, I posted something that offended someone? OH NO! NOT THAT! *pfft* People need to grow the fuck up, already, and get over it -- it's my blogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-4563807690862156362011-05-17T23:53:00.001-07:002011-05-17T23:53:50.485-07:00Google Chrome, Blogging, New ToysI've been playing with Google Chrome for about a week, now, and I'm finding that I really like it.There are apps that integrate themselves into the browser so smoothly, you'd never know they were there if you weren't using them!For example, right now, I'm using ScribeFire -- this app allows me to post blog updates to both my blogger account AND my LiveJournal. At the same time.And I could, if I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-34670278688578478942011-04-28T04:38:00.000-07:002011-04-28T04:38:48.741-07:00Depression Is A BitchI am a depressive.
My baseline mood tends to be subdued-but-stable, but mostly I'm kinda all over the place.
The only things I seem to be feeling right now? Profound apathy topped with anger and flavored with "fuck you". Which is okay, I guess, until someone inadvertently hits my rage button -- then I just unleash both barrels. And that's really not a good thing, because things get said -- Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-55241599506837631422011-03-19T23:08:00.000-07:002011-03-19T23:08:56.756-07:00Trying Out a New ThingI'm trying out Windows Live Writer, a blogging program. IDK if it's going to be good, bad, or outright ugly, but this will be fun.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-47915897890812250442011-03-17T23:35:00.000-07:002011-03-17T23:35:12.554-07:00Searching for my Roots, Part 2Wow.
I have to admit to still being a bit gobsmacked by this whole situation.
Not only have I found my birth mother, I've found an aunt, a grandmother, and three siblings.
Who'd have thought?
I've been communicating with my birthmum through Facebook, and it's a little strange just how similar we are. And the "cat thing" I have going? Apparently it's genetic, 'cuz she's a total cat person, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-79551402038146341442011-02-06T00:31:00.000-08:002011-02-06T00:31:55.594-08:00Searching for my RootsI'm adopted.
In and of itself, not a big deal. I've bonded quite well with my family, and life... well... life has been the usual wild ride with ups, downs, crazy twists, and the occasional loop thrown in for giggles.
I just hit one of those loops, and it's a twisty-upside-down-and-backwards loop.
I've wondered, over the years, just where I came from, which of my birth-parents (and extended Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572180581273320871.post-69104041383171273972011-01-04T22:42:00.000-08:002011-01-04T22:42:32.265-08:00Winter Quarter, Here We GoAfter passing my classes fall quarter, I'm back for more punishment. So far, it's been easy -- for one course, there is <i>no book</i>, and the other one... well... I'll find out Wednesday night. I'm hoping for another "no book" course. *fingers crossed* Or at the least, a <i>cheap</i> book.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12468326016935108629noreply@blogger.com0