I found myself hoping, nay, praying, that this was parody. Nope. Teh stupid, it burns.
Monthly Archives: May 2009
The boys are playing. The Primary Wife snapped this at just the right moment.
California Dreamin. One of my all-time favorites:
“Three wolves moon.” Dumbest name ever for a shirt, right? Never sell. Then, some folks parodied the shirt in Amazon reviews….and, well, go see for yourself. Unbelievable. Heres one of my favorites:
As many know from Entertainment Tonight and various court pleadings, I am a big Roseanne Barr fan. The judge and her attorney call it “stalking,” but we all know how the haters try to kill true love.
For years Roseanne has somehow managed to resist those overtures of love, but once the Three Wolves & Moon got involved…
That’s right… resistance and restraining orders fell by the wayside.
She even returned the favor with this interesting strap-on thingy.
Luckily, thanks to the power of this wonderful clothing experience, I’m walking regularly again and taking my new lady to the monster truck rally tonight.
Thanks Three Wolves & Moon!
I read this, threw up, and starting looking at property in Vancouver. If you value your safety, Wingnuts, don’t bring me any bullshit about Sotomayor’s intellect. Good Lord. We are going to need a real radical to provide some balance to our highest court.
Take a minute and send your 64 words of support.
UPDATED: I hope he doesn’t mind, but I wanted to share what Jim V. wrote to Dr. Suu Kyi:
“I think all of us aspire to make a difference with our lives. Most of us only create small ripples in a very large pond. Aung San Suu Kyi, you are not like me, for your ripples wash away at the very foundation of the military regime in Burma, bringing wave after wave of democracy to beat against the repression. You humble us all.”
Its contract negotiation time for me. My gig here at The Chronicles ain’t bad, really, I have a great deal of flexibility with my hours and pay, ample vacation and sick leave, and the editorial staff gives me all the leeway I want. The issue, then? The scope of my duties. I want them streamlined, so I can focus on just one or two issues to cover. Management insists that I continue to stay informed and indeed opine on all matters, regardless of how trivial or boring. My guess is that we will meet somewhere in the middle…
Fortunately, my work “slow down” that prompted these talks has let me coast through a pretty bad case of writer’s block. Oh, I have plenty to say, right up to the point I place my hands on the keyboard….then, nuthin.
I’m bothered by seeing so many of my friends struggling. I have good friends in real trouble. I feel powerless to help, and that makes me depressed and angry. I guess I like to fix stuff, and none of this seems fixable. When this happens, I get reclusive, or I clam up for fear I may say the wrong things.
Empathy is overrated.
These people are hysterical.
Yea, I know. This article was posted way way back in 07…but it has some relevancy to my family, so I thought I’d share.
Seems this new kid in school committed a fashion felony and wore something pink to school. He got beat up for it. Two other students, outraged, and rightfully, organized a student body-wide “wear pink day”. They bought a ton of pink t-shirts, and passed them out one day before school. With the whole school wearing pink, the bullies got a taste of being outnumbered. The quote at the top needs to be highlighted:
“I’ve stood around too long.”
My son, who is pretty slender and quite a bit shorter than most of the girls in his class, recently received an ISS, or, In School Suspension for slugging a kid in the head, because that kid hit his friend. So, I was torn. I want him to know how important it is to learn to resolve things non-violently, but I was also proud that he overcame his fear and stood up for his friend. That kind of stuff is increasingly rare, it seems.
I guess this struck home with me for a lot of reasons, but I noticed something at my daughters Middle School the other day that gave me hope. I’m sure every school has children with Down’s Syndrome in attendance, and I hope that they are treated in the same manner as what I witnessed at the end of the year ceremony at Greenbrier Middle School. One of the children with Downs got recognized for an achievement, and the entire 7th grade class exploded in applause. There was backslapping and genuine happiness for the child. I also noticed similar inclusive behavior while chaperoning a dance.
I have to tell ya, that stuff didn’t happen in my school. We had only one “different” child, and he was picked on relentlessly. His name, IIRC, was Clancy. He was gentle, and friendly, despite being the target of cruel pranks. (I heard years later that Clancy was murdered) The thing is, I don’t remember the school officials educating us about Clancy’s condition.
I think some praise is due, for the special needs teachers, for the school system that has successfully integrated those children, and for the students for recognizing that these kids, though different, are special and deserving of our kindness and respect.
Jeeesh, I’m turning in to an old woman…