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something in this is me
Have you missed me? I hope so. Because I’ve been building up these frustrations for awhile now, and I need somewhere to be myself.
Facebook is an anger machine. Well, at least it is when you’re friends with random family members far removed… from reality.
One thing I cannot let happen is people posting Bullshit with a capital B about Planned Parenthood. Those are my peeps over there. When you’re unemployed or underemployed (me, usually—in the latter category), they become your best friends. Because who wants to birth a child with no health insurance? Not I.
So, if someone posts something in my feed about the “atrocities” they commit, I get a little pissed off. Those are some of the nicest people I’ve met, Planned Parenthood people. And nobody gets to fuck with them.
Trust I set that person straight.
But then, I go back to look at the post to refresh myself on what it said and… MY COMMENT IS GONE. So not cool. My facts were interfering with her LIES, and that’s a little inconvenient, I suppose.
You might remember Jared Krichevsky’s amazing IRL rendering of Zoidberg from last year. Well, as you can see, Jared was just getting started and has since created equally cool and creepy images of Futurama’s Morbo, Nibbler, Kif and Lrrr.
You really owe it to yourself to check out all of Jared’s work.
[via io9]
My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court
I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.
I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.
Rain coming in.
Long time no tumble. I got my cat spayed, finally. She was probably insane at the vet but they played it off by saying she was “a little nervous.” She came back with clipped claws, which I wish were a regular thing for her, but she’d never allow it. She’s been improving daily.
Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.
Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky
L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you…
Every day is a struggle not to get discouraged.
