Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his stirring, cold cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious. Glorious!
"What's to-day?'' cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
"Eh? '' returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.
"What's to-day, my fine fellow?'' said Scrooge.
"To-day?'' replied the boy. "Why, Bowiemas Day.''
"It's Bowiemas Day!'' said Scrooge to himself. "I haven 't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can.''
As Tiny Tin Machine wishes: Merry Bowiemas to every one!
I've become reluctant to share what shows I'm watching, because I find some people enjoy spoiling the fun.
That being said, I finished Man in the High Castle and the second season was excellent.
Tagomi is a party animal.
What are you guys watching?
I'll tell you one thing that will happen: I'll win $2 from my employee.
"OMG, you bet to support Trump?" My wife asked. No, of course I do not support Trump. But for 2 years I'd had to hear guy talk about how it's mathematically impossible for Trump to win because there are too many women and PoC voters. So, during the Summer I asked him if he wanted to wager on it. I think guy is ignoring the crazy electoral vote system and underestimating 30 years of hatred toward Hillary Clinton. The fact H isn't overwhelmingly in the lead is a bad sign. He thinks I give too much credence to polls, which ultimately serve to keep people interested in polls until the election.
And that's $2 if he gets elected. Trump wouldn't have to get sworn in.
In any case, my guy has been annoyingly cocksure and it's worth risking $2 to be able to hold over him, at least until the bombs start dropping.
Did you hear there is an avocado crime-wave in New Zealand?
It makes me think of this very NSFW Oglaf comic.
I mean, what's more strangely adorable than an avocado begging for sex? "Sex with Avocado! Sex with Avocado!"
For instance, Harper's Ministers of the Environment, who got progressively worse. There's Baird and Prentice. I didn't think I could disrespect someone more than that complete boob, Peter Kent, until Leona Aglukkaq. It's not going to be Elizabeth May, people... she can't even figure out how to show up to vote.
As for the US, it's Speaker of the House. Nobody wants to be in that vise between Obama and the House Freedom Caucus. Let's see if Paul Ryan can do something.
Are there any other revolving-door/impossible-to-fill jobs I haven't considered?
Milton was an Engineer
Sing, Cinema! - Muse of motion picture -
Of execreble prequels. How pretentious
Is this colourless tripe shown in three-dee?
Devoid of narration. Devoid of wit.
How wasted is talent on vapid plot,
Confounded with grisly happenstance?
Tell us o Muse, with whose authority
May Ridley Scott dare disturb Milton's grave,
Whose chthonic voice deserves greater respect?
Nuppence more shall be wasted on this effort
Someone posted a FB post saying that though the Cecil the Lion story is sad, so are the stories of those murdered by the police (namely, Eric Garner and Sandra Bland). What would help is if we all foster understanding and compassion.
- People take issue over the choice of the word "murder". They then argue over the Sandra Bland video and whether she deserved arrest and "mysterious death"
- two chime in about the evils of Planned Parenthood -- that (gasp!) some use abortion as birth control. Someone literally says "who will speak for those with no voices?"
And then there is this nugget:
- "I haven't been stopped by the police in over 20 years and have no fear of them.. Why? My vehicles are maintained properly and I obey the traffic laws. Hmm... Am I depressed that I don't have a job as a college educated 50 year old you no what male? Yes. - I love cats and Cecil was murdered, however, we have more pressing issues right here at home. i.e. Immigration, economy, homelessness(soon for me), etc. Can we not focus more of our energy there?"
Pro-life people will always grind that axe. It's to be expected. They won't go away unless you ignore them.
I'm more angry about the unemployed guy. The thread became a job hunt for this bozo. It takes the blindness of privilege to say "I never get in trouble with the law because I do all the right things" and then ask people to feel bad for him because some misfortune befell him. If he had a job, he'd be talking about the jobless with "I have a job because I'm college educated and do all the right things so why should I care. I got where I am because I work had, not because I'm a 'you know what' male"
I'm more angry than I thought I was. But I do care. I care for him. I care for the police. I care for their "victims". It's just exhausting.
Sharon lived in the blue trailer across the street from me. She had a younger brother named, Barry. Her mother had such a thick Scottish brogue I was afraid to talk to her. Her father, I didn't even know she had until he was at her birthday. Weird. Who didn't have their dad live with them?
The trailer park we lived in, the Viscount Estates, had faux gated entrance. We were allowed to play anywhere, so long as we did not leave. Back then, you didn't have adults supervising anything. They just kicked us out. If we got too much sun, there was the hell of Solarcaine.
We spent the summer playing in the ditch behind her lot or sitting on the transformer box. When we stayed in, we watched The Gong Show. All summer, we hid in the long grass in the field, and under the picnic tables. I was with her under a picnic table when I lifted my hand and there was a bee impaled on my left middle finger, flailing to escape. I had been stung many times before, but this time I freaked out. My grandmother put my hand in water and corn starch to get the stinger out. Alas, she didn't and I needed to get it removed by a doctor with what looked like my mom's seam ripper. It hurt, and left a white dot on my left hand well into adulthood. It has faded, now.
One Easter, between Mass and visiting my grandparents, I begged to go out. My mother was annoyed, as I was all nicely dressed (probably polyester slacks) and made me promise to not get dirty. Sharon was in white. We hung out in the trees next to the field. There was a huge family of kids we weren't supposed to play with. The Pickles? The Pickels? Both names are in Essex. Whatever, there were a million of them, and Trouble. So, of course we hung around them. Because we were dressed nice, the oldest pretended to marry us. We stood in the trees, while Gordy Pickle did the wedding rites.
One day I discovered one of the plating chemicals in my sister's microscope kit could immediately dissolve Styrofoam -- the very Styrofoam holding her microscope kit in place. Next thing you know, there's this gaping hole. My sister was furious. My grandmother and aunt? Oh the yelling. So I did the only thing a 6 year kid would do -- I blamed Sharon. I am not proud, dear friends. Then when the truth came out, I got yelled at for lying. We had that microscope for years, and seeing that friggin' hole just made me feel guilty guilty guilty.
I honestly don't recall if we played after then. Summer probably finished and she didn't go to Holy Name.
What I *DO* remember is S vanished and reappeared with two black eyes. I remember her riding by and not wanting to talk to me. I was probably just as shy of her as she was of me. Word on the street was she fell while trying to ride her bike with no-hands. My sister said her father did it. That made no sense to me. Did he punish her for riding with no-hands?
People regularly came and left the trailer park. She might have been there a year, or just a few months. They moved away and I never saw or heard of S again.
Was there a point to this story? A lesson? Who the fuck am I, Caillou?
Who's in? Come back from your World of Warcraft and Dreamwidth and MySpace and Facebook and Google+ and tell me all about your family and your fanfic. And photos! *WE* know selfies are *NOT* evil. Sure, selfie sticks look as ridiculous as socks on sandals, but we don't have to see it. I want to see what you people look like.
Reddit has no community. Gawker is assholes. Jezebel is toxic. I want to hear your stories without wading through EE Cards about drinking wine, or UpWorthy listing things (#4 broke my heart!)
If anything, there's a whole new crop of uninformed 20 year old moms to argue with!
Also, do you pronounce the t in kitchen? I argue it's there. My grade 2 teacher says no. It's time I lay this to rest.
If Mrs Laforet is still alive, imma gonna prank call her.
Her: (paraphrasing) I was waiting on the sidewalk waiting for the light when I noticed everyone in their car was on the phone. As I was contemplating this and how people are so careless, a facilities truck jumped the curb and almost hit me. Didn't see me until he passed and I screamed. If I hadn't have jumped out of the way, you'd be at my funeral.
Friend: (direct quote) well the universe gave you a mighty wake up call this morning didn't it? as you were judging others in their behavior- where was it that you chose the opinion that it wasn't ok? anytime we judge another actions we activate that energy within ourselves. then the universe has to get our attention. so why not let others' do others' and you just be in allowance for anything they choose to do? just a differing opinion
Me: Did someone seriously say someone almost hit you because of JUDGING ENERGY??
Seriously, I think social media and free speech is important. This way we know who's a bigot and who has a frightening sense of reality. It wasn't worth commenting to, but WHAT THE FUCK? This is the stupidest victim blaming I've ever read!
I now have to go to the store. If I die, blame the JUDGING ENERGY.