My mom has breast cancer. It’s the best kind of breast cancer to have (so… yay?), but the poor woman. Psoriasis, skin cancer, near-fatal car accident, diabetes, and now breast cancer. And I cried when she told me, but mostly because I was hurt that my parents had waited a week to do so. I didn’t really stop to consider all the things I’ve kept from them for far longer.
But we spent a very nice weekend together otherwise; had some good chinese food; took the dog to the dog park. My parents! They’re a bit nutso in their own way, but I do love them. I just wish it weren’t so difficult for them to be well for just one six-month stretch.
So I’m feeling a bit dejected at the moment. It’s during these kinds of situations that I wish I had a sibling for reasons I’m not sure I can quite explain.
Ah well. There isn’t much that can be done about that at this point.
“Brown’s Mill got its first post office in June of 1877, but the U.S. Postal Service recommended a name change, since the town’s moniker was too close to “Brownsville” in south Texas. One resident suggested “Dime Box” because many locals often used a large, wooden box to forward and receive mail, or order small items from a carrier on horseback traveling to nearby Giddings. They would leave a dime in the box in payment. Modern residents, many from families who lived in town more than five generations, hope to someday place a large, metal mailbox replica in the community as a tourist attraction.”—
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And sure enough, the feet were already hooves, better protection against the cold, and Ben could see Daddy sigh gratefully for that. The hide stole over his body, thick and strong, not strong enough, maybe, not in this weather, it could freeze your blood—but warmer than his man skin, that was a comfort at any rate. He pitched forwards when his hands became hooves as well; his head bowed down beneath antler weight.
“That’s it,” said Santa. “There you are. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He smiled at Ben. “Isn’t he beautiful?” And Ben couldn’t deny it.
Santa turned to the other reindeer. “This is your new brother!” he said. They were too weary to do much more than shrug their heads, non-committal. “You all try so hard for me,” he said. “For me, you fly the skies. You’re the best.” He stroked their heads, one by one. He reached one near the back. “And you, you’re so very tired, aren’t you? Such a long journey. So many long journeys. But you’ve always tried so hard.” The reindeer turned its human eyes to Santa, and nuzzled his hand. Santa laughed. “Thank you. Thank you. I love you.” And so tenderly, he caressed its head. And broke its neck.
In that silence the snap of bone sounded louder than it probably was. It had been such a gentle twist, really, and so quick, the reindeer wouldn’t have felt a thing. But it couldn’t have been that gentle—one of the bones had ripped through the skin (“rip it open, rip it apart!”), Ben could see it jutting out, sharp and white. The harness kept the reindeer in place, slumped in death as it was; when Santa released it, the body fell to the ground. The snow that caught it was so soft.
“So, I don’t know if you guys have heard about this, but did you know that “Dark Side of the Moon” can be synced up to “The Wizard of Oz”? I tried it the other day and it’s… unreal!”—My 40-something coworker (the one who sends out invites to the Wizard World Convention every year) before our meeting today. Wow.
“Donald is initially not interested in Mathmagic Land, believing that math is for “eggheads”. When “Mr. Spirit” suggests a connection between math and music, though, Donald is intrigued. First, Donald discovers the relationships between octaves and string length. Next, Donald finds himself in ancient Greece, where Pythagoras and his contemporaries are discovering these same relationships. Pythagoras (on the harp), a flute player, and a double bass player hold a “jam session” which Donald joins after a few moments using a vase as a bongo drum. Pythagoras’ music is, as the Spirit explains, the basis of today’s music, and that music would not exist without “eggheads”.”—
My dad’s decided that he (and only he) is going to call the dog “Alan.” Everyone else calls the dog “Spud.” This means my dad sends e-mails saying, “Alan got scared of the thunder last night,” or calls and says, “Are you going to take Alan to the park?”
My aunt is concerned that the dog will get confused, but I’m the one who can’t figure out what’s going on.
“Lines A and B reached saturation relatively quickly, exceeding by far all traffic expectations: up to 55,000 passengers per hour in each direction on Line A, the highest such figure in the world outside of East Asia. Despite a frequency of more than one train every two minutes, made possible by the installation of digital signalling in 1989, and the partial introduction of double-decker trains since 1998, the central stations of Line A are critically crowded at peak times. Since both Métro and surface transport are equally congested at these times (and significantly slower), the RER’s value to the economy of Île de France cannot be in doubt.”—
I’ll never forget the time when I had the flu and was headed out to Nanterre on the RER A at rush hour. They had those people to help close the doors à la India! Someone squeezed my ass and then I realized I was nauseous (related to having a fever — not to the groping) and I started to dry heave. The poor French women in front of me turned around and looked mighty worried for a good 20 seconds until I darted off the train at La Défense in order to vomit into a trash can.
You can visit Canada AND the future all in one day
I’ve read two disparaging comments toward EPCOT Center today, which saddens me because I actually love EPCOT. Yes, it’s cheesy, yes, it seems like the leftovers of 6 other parks thrown together, but what can I say, I have a thing for hard luck cases.
This popped up on shuffle today and I was like, Oh, I forgot what a good song you are, and then I listened to it on repeat 4 times.
There was a woman on the train today who was older and quite stylish. She had that perfectly grey hair and a black dress I could only pray to pull off NOW that she was pulling off in her 60’s.
And she was also wearing a tallis like a scarf. I spent a good deal of time trying to figure out if she knew it was a tallis or if she just thought it was a cream-colored scarf with some embroidery and fringe. In contrast to the rest of her ensemble, it wasn’t even a nice tallis.
“After claiming “the regime has now taken over” student loans, Limbaugh explained that student loans could not be dissolved in bankruptcy, saying that they can default or be forgiven by the federal government, which, Limbaugh said, “is one of the reasons the Obama people took over the student loan program — to be able to forgive certain student loans based on certain characteristics of the students in question: How are they going to vote? How do their parents vote? Whom do their parents contribute political contributions to? and so forth and so on.” Limbaugh then launched into a screed against higher education, claiming that universities in the United States are factories for a ruling class, that criticisms of mounting tuition costs are non-existent, and that “top colleges are the functional equivalent of leadership schools from totalitarian nations.”—
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge She studied sculpture at Saint Martin’s College That’s where I caught her eye She told me that her dad was loaded I said, “In that case I’ll have a rum and Coca-Cola” She said fine, and in 30 seconds’ time she said I want to live like common people I want to do whatever common people do I want to sleep with common people I want to sleep with common people like you Well, what else could I do? I said, “I’ll see what I can do”
I took her to a supermarket I don’t know why but I had to start it somewhere So it started there I said, “Pretend you’ve got no money” She just laughed and said, “Oh, you’re so funny” I said, “Yeah? Well I can’t see anyone else smiling in here Are you sure you want to live like common people? You want to see whatever common people see You want to sleep with common people You want to sleep with common people like me?” But she didn’t understand She just smiled and held my hand
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“Once upon a time this was called the American Dream. Nowadays it might be called America’s Fitful Reverie. Indeed, Mark spends large monthly sums renting a machine to treat his sleep apnea, which gives him insomnia. “If we lost our jobs, we would have about three weeks of savings to draw on before we hit the bone,” says Mark, who is sitting on his patio keeping an eye on the street and swigging from a bottle of Miller Lite. “We work day and night and try to save for our retirement. But we are never more than a pay check or two from the streets.”—
“The oppressive heat and humidity have made the act of venturing out so unpleasant that even when you arrive at an event which might otherwise bring you some modicum of joy you are already so wilted and irate that there’s no salve to restore your cheer.”—
So I saw the dentist today because I had this stuff on my tongue and my cheeks and I was convinced I oral cancer or something. The good news is that it’s just scar tissue! The bad news is that it’s because I’m clenching my jaw and grinding my teeth (and cheeks and tongue, apparently) into mush.
I’m thinking of getting a night guard at her suggestion. I had one years ago, though, and I couldn’t sleep with it in so I ended up never using it and then throwing it out. If I get one now, it’s $400, apparently. I don’t want to shell out $400 and then not actually be able to use the thing (and knowing me, even if it’s for my own good, if it’s removable, I won’t use it).
In any case, before I add to my ever-increasing debt cavern, does anyone have any alternative ideas to cut down on tooth abuse?
On the upside, I have excellent bone density in my head.
My social life is basically hermetically sealed. It’s like I live in one of those domed cities in Logan’s Run and that any attempt to find survivors outside will be thwarted by guys in black coming after me with laser guns (and then, if I manage to get past them, there’s still the psycho robot who’ll freeze me for later consumption because there’s no more seafood coming his way). Seriously, who doesn’t like a good Logan’s Run metaphor? Always apt are you, Logan’s Run! Also, you see boobs in that movie, that’s always fun even if you’re a straight girl because your own become fairly uninteresting after a while.
Philadelphia is a real townie-town. People generally don’t have this idea of, “I don’t care if I have to work retail, but I want to move to Philadelphia and spend my 20’s there!” So there are tradeoffs. Affordable rent and booze and baseball games vs. a constant stream of new people and places in which to meet them.
What I’m saying is that I’ve lived here four years and all of my friends live in the suburbs and/or are practically (or actually are) married and I live in Center City and am single and I am often lonely and/or bored and/or feeling sorry for myself because the people I wouldn’t mind calling up on a random Tuesday night at 8 to meet up for drinks might as well live in Namibia. Everything has to be planned because train schedules have to be looked up or parking costs have to be justified and then we’re all seriously ADULTS and should probably be talking about urban planning and capital gains taxes.
Long story short: Go watch Logan’s Run because boobs.
Just imagine [redacted] to be a guy who looks like a rounder version of Super Mario
Josh:i had a dream last night that involved [redacted] trying to prevent me from living in a large hollowed out cactus, but then a police officer who was even more rotund than [he] attacked him and i was very happy
Josh:i forgot about it until i saw [him] just now
Leah:i just choked on my klondike bar
Josh:i guess we know what you would do with a klondike bar