Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Dumbest Thing I've Seen in Weeks.
The sheer stupidity and sad attempts at scare tactics really make this video painful to watch.
1) "In a land where Obama is reelected..." there will apparently be children missing a Chuck and the streets will be a ghost town.
2) "Small businesses are struggling..." Yep, that would happen no matter who was in office at this point. Decades of an economy on the verge of breakdown will do that, you know.
3) "Families are worried about their jobs..." Yep, because Obama is the cause of the shitty economic state, high unemployment rates, and factory/corporate outsourcing.
4) "The wait to see a doctor is ever-increasing..." Well when such a mass amount of people can't afford health insurance and the population is both aging and growing at the same time, that's going to happen. Obama didn't cause our grandparents to fuck so much that they had too many kids. And I couldn't afford insurance before he even ran for office...
5) "Gas prices will be through the roof..." Did ya'll not notice the climb started (this time) during the Bush Administration?
6) "Freedom of religion under attack..." How is promoting religious freedom for other groups attacking the freedom for Christians to practice? As a Catholic, I'm not threatened by Amad down the street going to mosque or Hershel going to synagogue. If a person is that shaken by other faiths, maybe they need to do some soul searching to see if their own faith is weak. This nation is not "a Christian nation"...our founding fathers and people of the American Revolution were from all walks. We had atheists, agnostics, Christians, Jews...it goes on and on. The idea of "In God We Trust" being on coins and such is NOT a defense for the idea of "the nation was founded on [blank] faith", because those coins were minted that way LONG after the country was founded.
7) "And every day, the residents of this town worry about a sworn American enemy having nuclear arms..." Yep...because if Iran chooses to attack the States, all the old, scared white folks in East Bumblefuck are the FIRST to go. Anyway, there's a lot of debate on whether or not that threat is even valid to the States. It's a bigger deal for Israel than it is for us...and we are not Israel. (Somebody should tell D.C. that at some point but that's another story.)
I really hope Rick Santorum doesn't get elected, because it would prove the point that Americans have gotten dumber as of late. Stereotypes! Based on fact?!
1) "In a land where Obama is reelected..." there will apparently be children missing a Chuck and the streets will be a ghost town.
2) "Small businesses are struggling..." Yep, that would happen no matter who was in office at this point. Decades of an economy on the verge of breakdown will do that, you know.
3) "Families are worried about their jobs..." Yep, because Obama is the cause of the shitty economic state, high unemployment rates, and factory/corporate outsourcing.
4) "The wait to see a doctor is ever-increasing..." Well when such a mass amount of people can't afford health insurance and the population is both aging and growing at the same time, that's going to happen. Obama didn't cause our grandparents to fuck so much that they had too many kids. And I couldn't afford insurance before he even ran for office...
5) "Gas prices will be through the roof..." Did ya'll not notice the climb started (this time) during the Bush Administration?
6) "Freedom of religion under attack..." How is promoting religious freedom for other groups attacking the freedom for Christians to practice? As a Catholic, I'm not threatened by Amad down the street going to mosque or Hershel going to synagogue. If a person is that shaken by other faiths, maybe they need to do some soul searching to see if their own faith is weak. This nation is not "a Christian nation"...our founding fathers and people of the American Revolution were from all walks. We had atheists, agnostics, Christians, Jews...it goes on and on. The idea of "In God We Trust" being on coins and such is NOT a defense for the idea of "the nation was founded on [blank] faith", because those coins were minted that way LONG after the country was founded.
7) "And every day, the residents of this town worry about a sworn American enemy having nuclear arms..." Yep...because if Iran chooses to attack the States, all the old, scared white folks in East Bumblefuck are the FIRST to go. Anyway, there's a lot of debate on whether or not that threat is even valid to the States. It's a bigger deal for Israel than it is for us...and we are not Israel. (Somebody should tell D.C. that at some point but that's another story.)
I really hope Rick Santorum doesn't get elected, because it would prove the point that Americans have gotten dumber as of late. Stereotypes! Based on fact?!
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Starbucks versus NOM...you've got to be kidding me.
Good Morning people!
This morning is one of those mornings where I feel like I'm going to need a lot of coffee. Last night, I ended up hanging out after work and it kind of turned into a long night, so by the end of the day today, you'll probably be able to tap my blood and drink it with cream.
Speaking of coffee, I came across an interesting piece on Yahoo! Pride this morning about a completely moronic attack by NOM on a very popular and slightly overpriced coffee chain. Starbucks coffee (as a corporation) has had a very long history of supporting employment and benefits coverage-equality for LGBT people. They've also had a lot of presence at kiosks and such for pride events in virtually every major city in the US. National Organization for Marriage (which is already disreputable on its own) is claiming that those statements made for the gay community by Starbucks are wrong and that the company supports the "gay agenda", so they're screaming boycott. They've also went ahead and gave a list of other places that supporters of their cause can go to get coffee with a side of homophobia. The only problem is...quite a few "alternative options" on the list are also LGBT-inclusive and include gay corporate members.
All aboard the Fail Boat, NOM!
Not to perpetuate stereotypes, but come on...gays have been running, owning, and operating coffee shops for decades. There's almost always a wealth of various rainbow flyers in places like Starbucks.
I think this lovely clip from True Blood explains the idea behind why ridiculous boycotts like these are completely pointless:
This morning is one of those mornings where I feel like I'm going to need a lot of coffee. Last night, I ended up hanging out after work and it kind of turned into a long night, so by the end of the day today, you'll probably be able to tap my blood and drink it with cream.
Speaking of coffee, I came across an interesting piece on Yahoo! Pride this morning about a completely moronic attack by NOM on a very popular and slightly overpriced coffee chain. Starbucks coffee (as a corporation) has had a very long history of supporting employment and benefits coverage-equality for LGBT people. They've also had a lot of presence at kiosks and such for pride events in virtually every major city in the US. National Organization for Marriage (which is already disreputable on its own) is claiming that those statements made for the gay community by Starbucks are wrong and that the company supports the "gay agenda", so they're screaming boycott. They've also went ahead and gave a list of other places that supporters of their cause can go to get coffee with a side of homophobia. The only problem is...quite a few "alternative options" on the list are also LGBT-inclusive and include gay corporate members.
All aboard the Fail Boat, NOM!
Not to perpetuate stereotypes, but come on...gays have been running, owning, and operating coffee shops for decades. There's almost always a wealth of various rainbow flyers in places like Starbucks.
I think this lovely clip from True Blood explains the idea behind why ridiculous boycotts like these are completely pointless:
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Cherry Pie.
Today is going to be a long day. It's three in the morning, and I'm wide awake. Edgy, because of a death in my immediate family last night. It wasn't an unexpected death, but it's a jarring one for me. My grandfather was 89 years old, and physically he just gave out. He'd been fighting the inevitable for almost a year, it'd been a slow decline up until last week or so.
Yesterday I was walking down South Street when I got the feeling like something wasn't right. It bugged me all through class, and sure enough, when I left CCP there was a message from my aunt. I went from class right up into Bustleton to go see my aunts and my grandmother, who's still very much in shock. She spent 54 years with this man, and now he's gone.
I have a real issue when it comes to people I'm close to passing because although I have emotional ties to those people, I also have a very serious clinical phobia of cadavers/dead folks. It's been that way since I was a little kid. I can't deal with hospitals or funeral homes because of it, and when someone in my life passes, that phobic reaction is still intact. It's hard enough for me to be in the same building as the body, let alone see it. I also would really rather not have the memory of that sight. You don't gain anything by seeing a corpse, except maybe mental scarring. I chose not to see that because there's other things I'd really rather remember than someone being at their worst.
I just saw this man up and talking two weeks ago. He asked me how I was doing with speaking/writing in German, and if I still had his Schiller book and his dictionary. (I do, but for the life of me can't remember where they are right now.) He told me stories about when he was working, working with people who didn't speak English. After he'd retreated back to his bedroom, he continued to listen to the conversations taking place in the dining room. I was talking to my aunt and grandmother about how my loan money is being divided and what I intend to do to get out of my rut. He told my aunt to tell me that he thought my idea was pretty sound and that I "have a good head on my shoulders".
About two weeks before that, I'd had dinner with him at the house. He was tearing up a cheesesteak and telling me about how milk is gross so he ate his cereal with fruit juice. I laughed at that because I also find milk to be disgusting on most occasions. (Weirdly enough, it's one of those things that went from my grandfather to my father to me.) We had a laugh over the idea that we both hate ketchup once it's been in the fridge, too.
Right after my birthday back in January, I went to go visit him. We all ended up at the table, eating cherry pie and talking about Johnny Cash. Apparently he was the original monster-movie fan too. He saw Dracula and Frankenstein in theaters during his day, and showed them to my dad when my father was a kid. My father showed them to me...and a new generation of dork was born.
For all it's worth, he lived a long and full life. He was almost 90 years old, a World War 2 veteran, seven kids, and countless grandchildren. It still sucks, because now that house is going to feel immensely empty to me and everyone else, but when it's time it's just time. And it was obvious that the time was coming up on him. If there was one thing I could say, and I'm sure he knows it, it's "thank you". This is the man that gave me my culture, and so many of my weird quirks. I'm going to miss him.
Taken just a month and a half ago.
Yesterday I was walking down South Street when I got the feeling like something wasn't right. It bugged me all through class, and sure enough, when I left CCP there was a message from my aunt. I went from class right up into Bustleton to go see my aunts and my grandmother, who's still very much in shock. She spent 54 years with this man, and now he's gone.
I have a real issue when it comes to people I'm close to passing because although I have emotional ties to those people, I also have a very serious clinical phobia of cadavers/dead folks. It's been that way since I was a little kid. I can't deal with hospitals or funeral homes because of it, and when someone in my life passes, that phobic reaction is still intact. It's hard enough for me to be in the same building as the body, let alone see it. I also would really rather not have the memory of that sight. You don't gain anything by seeing a corpse, except maybe mental scarring. I chose not to see that because there's other things I'd really rather remember than someone being at their worst.
I just saw this man up and talking two weeks ago. He asked me how I was doing with speaking/writing in German, and if I still had his Schiller book and his dictionary. (I do, but for the life of me can't remember where they are right now.) He told me stories about when he was working, working with people who didn't speak English. After he'd retreated back to his bedroom, he continued to listen to the conversations taking place in the dining room. I was talking to my aunt and grandmother about how my loan money is being divided and what I intend to do to get out of my rut. He told my aunt to tell me that he thought my idea was pretty sound and that I "have a good head on my shoulders".
About two weeks before that, I'd had dinner with him at the house. He was tearing up a cheesesteak and telling me about how milk is gross so he ate his cereal with fruit juice. I laughed at that because I also find milk to be disgusting on most occasions. (Weirdly enough, it's one of those things that went from my grandfather to my father to me.) We had a laugh over the idea that we both hate ketchup once it's been in the fridge, too.
Right after my birthday back in January, I went to go visit him. We all ended up at the table, eating cherry pie and talking about Johnny Cash. Apparently he was the original monster-movie fan too. He saw Dracula and Frankenstein in theaters during his day, and showed them to my dad when my father was a kid. My father showed them to me...and a new generation of dork was born.
For all it's worth, he lived a long and full life. He was almost 90 years old, a World War 2 veteran, seven kids, and countless grandchildren. It still sucks, because now that house is going to feel immensely empty to me and everyone else, but when it's time it's just time. And it was obvious that the time was coming up on him. If there was one thing I could say, and I'm sure he knows it, it's "thank you". This is the man that gave me my culture, and so many of my weird quirks. I'm going to miss him.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Men versus Women, from the Middle of the Road.
I just do not understand women sometimes.
They always seem to straddle the line between unreadable and intimidating. Rare is it that you ever find a girl who actually says what she means and means what she says. When it comes to relationships, I swear there should be some sort of key to how to read their crap. I hate how, as a potential mate, you're just supposed to be a damn mind reader and pick up on their ridiculously subtle hints and mind games to make a move. Then there's always the thought of "Is she into me or is she just being nice"? It's really frustrating and confusing! If she's not digging you, and you take a shot, you look creepy. But if she IS into and you do nothing, she'll hate your guts. Where is the sanity in that?
Then there's the catty b/s. I do not understand what this chick-on-chick irrational hate is about. The guys here won't get this- but the women know exactly what I mean. So many times, a girl will walk into a situation that's mostly full of other women, and immediately- the judgment starts. Then these other chicks are speaking to the new girl with *that* tone, and looking like dog shit's just crawled up their nostrils. It's amazingly angering and intimidating at once. It's so high school. It's amazing how many women never grow out of that mindset.
Some days I swear, I thank God that men are still an option for me.
I'm not saying that the males of our species are easy to read, because they're not. More than enough times I've been typical enough to try and figure out what's going on with exes, friends, or whatever else. I don't always get what goes on in their heads. But the thing that makes them easier to deal with than women is that they're easy enough to get a straight answer from. Or, if they actually mean something, they'll just come out and say it in their own way. I love that.
I wish they could have the listening range that women do, but some days...boring hetero relationships are just easier and cozy compared to the insane world of women.
IN OTHER NEWS!
Another gay day for the NHL! I'm going to ignore the fact that one of these women is a Maple queefs fan so that I can get the warm fuzzies.
They always seem to straddle the line between unreadable and intimidating. Rare is it that you ever find a girl who actually says what she means and means what she says. When it comes to relationships, I swear there should be some sort of key to how to read their crap. I hate how, as a potential mate, you're just supposed to be a damn mind reader and pick up on their ridiculously subtle hints and mind games to make a move. Then there's always the thought of "Is she into me or is she just being nice"? It's really frustrating and confusing! If she's not digging you, and you take a shot, you look creepy. But if she IS into and you do nothing, she'll hate your guts. Where is the sanity in that?
Then there's the catty b/s. I do not understand what this chick-on-chick irrational hate is about. The guys here won't get this- but the women know exactly what I mean. So many times, a girl will walk into a situation that's mostly full of other women, and immediately- the judgment starts. Then these other chicks are speaking to the new girl with *that* tone, and looking like dog shit's just crawled up their nostrils. It's amazingly angering and intimidating at once. It's so high school. It's amazing how many women never grow out of that mindset.
Some days I swear, I thank God that men are still an option for me.
I'm not saying that the males of our species are easy to read, because they're not. More than enough times I've been typical enough to try and figure out what's going on with exes, friends, or whatever else. I don't always get what goes on in their heads. But the thing that makes them easier to deal with than women is that they're easy enough to get a straight answer from. Or, if they actually mean something, they'll just come out and say it in their own way. I love that.
I wish they could have the listening range that women do, but some days...boring hetero relationships are just easier and cozy compared to the insane world of women.
IN OTHER NEWS!
Another gay day for the NHL! I'm going to ignore the fact that one of these women is a Maple queefs fan so that I can get the warm fuzzies.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
emotional vomit season is here yet again.
you know what i really want right now?
a really good listener who could go drink for drink with me.
yeah.
that sounds about right.
a really good listener who could go drink for drink with me.
yeah.
that sounds about right.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Email Response! :)
Another crazy week has gone by, and for once, I'm in a "good riddance" kind of mood about it. Most of the time, the week containing March 13th is always a bad week for me anyway. I usually start getting emotional and having flashbacks about my mother's passing around that time, so I get a little edgy and scatterbrained. The one thing about experiencing that kind of loss in life is that it's not something you ever really get over. You just sort of learn how to deal with it, or how to ignore it until you can't anymore. Not easy, but functioning never really is, now is it?
I'm not having the best time on earth in class either and I'm getting that mid-way through the semester need to say damn it all to hell. I'm pretty sure this paper is sucking the joy out of writing for me.
I will say though that one of the neat things about writing this is the emails I get from it. The private messages have been really cool so far, so if you're one of those people: thank you! In one of those emails I got a request to do a "20 Things", and I realized I haven't written one of those in almost two years. So much has changed that I think my reader may be right about it being high time for a new one!
Baring my soul here...
1) I was born near the Juniata section of Philadelphia, and I've lived in the city most of my life.
2) I have very vivid dreams and nightmares. Sometimes I dissect them for meaning.
3) The first crush I ever remember having was Bruce Wayne from Batman. (Stop laughing!)
4) I think salmon pink is the second ugliest color on earth, next to mustard yellow.
5) On average, I hate bands that begin with the letter "p".
6) There are only two ways to sincerely piss me off: ignore me or talk down to me. God help you if you do these things. Because...
7) ...I have a temper issue and can turn from being very nice to you to being a nightmare real quick.
8) I have two really dreadful habits: I drink way too much coffee and cuss like a sailor.
9) I was raised mostly by my mother and my maternal grandparents. My father was around, I guess.
10) I am dreadfully allergic to tree pollen, especially right after it rains.
11) My favorite movie is Dracula (1931, Tod Browning/Bela Lugosi).
12) I love bats, and have always wanted to swim with Great White sharks.
13) My goal in life is to channel Lily Munster. (Seriously...it's sad.)
14) I have wanted a Doberman Pinscher since I was about six, and I will have one at some point.
15) When I was a little kid, I had a teddy bear...and a crow named "Crow". I still have him!
16) I have always loved Halloween- it's what drove me to both of my current employers.
17) I collect venetian masks. Right now I have six or so of them hanging up.
18) My favorite color is not black, as many assume it is. It's actually purple.
19) I love pickles. I have a pickle snack that grosses everyone out, but I crave: pickles and frosting!
20) My toenails are always painted, as are my other nails.
I'm not having the best time on earth in class either and I'm getting that mid-way through the semester need to say damn it all to hell. I'm pretty sure this paper is sucking the joy out of writing for me.
I will say though that one of the neat things about writing this is the emails I get from it. The private messages have been really cool so far, so if you're one of those people: thank you! In one of those emails I got a request to do a "20 Things", and I realized I haven't written one of those in almost two years. So much has changed that I think my reader may be right about it being high time for a new one!
Baring my soul here...
1) I was born near the Juniata section of Philadelphia, and I've lived in the city most of my life.
2) I have very vivid dreams and nightmares. Sometimes I dissect them for meaning.
3) The first crush I ever remember having was Bruce Wayne from Batman. (Stop laughing!)
4) I think salmon pink is the second ugliest color on earth, next to mustard yellow.
5) On average, I hate bands that begin with the letter "p".
6) There are only two ways to sincerely piss me off: ignore me or talk down to me. God help you if you do these things. Because...
7) ...I have a temper issue and can turn from being very nice to you to being a nightmare real quick.
8) I have two really dreadful habits: I drink way too much coffee and cuss like a sailor.
9) I was raised mostly by my mother and my maternal grandparents. My father was around, I guess.
10) I am dreadfully allergic to tree pollen, especially right after it rains.
11) My favorite movie is Dracula (1931, Tod Browning/Bela Lugosi).
12) I love bats, and have always wanted to swim with Great White sharks.
13) My goal in life is to channel Lily Munster. (Seriously...it's sad.)
14) I have wanted a Doberman Pinscher since I was about six, and I will have one at some point.
15) When I was a little kid, I had a teddy bear...and a crow named "Crow". I still have him!
16) I have always loved Halloween- it's what drove me to both of my current employers.
17) I collect venetian masks. Right now I have six or so of them hanging up.
18) My favorite color is not black, as many assume it is. It's actually purple.
19) I love pickles. I have a pickle snack that grosses everyone out, but I crave: pickles and frosting!
20) My toenails are always painted, as are my other nails.
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