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apocalypsosI'm thinking of selling a good chunk of my DVD collection. Partly because I could use the space, partly because I don't watch a bunch of them anyway, and partly because I could use the cash.
I'm also thinking part of this is because I'm sick of being behind on my bills. If my unemployment check shows up tomorrow I can just see myself turning around and saying, "Never mind!", but with my luck it'll turn out it was a waiting week when I thought it wasn't and ... well, bah.
*sigh*
I really need to get a part-time job. Of course, once I do there goes what little social life I have. GRRR.
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How is it I keep stumbling over these articles about marriage and how much truck conservative leaders put in traditional families? I've tripped over three or four links in the past few days, which you can tell because you probably all heard me screaming, "Marriage does not imbue you with tickets to the moral fucking high ground! You do not become better people just because you're wearing a wedding ring! Married people are not nicer or more honest or whatever than anybody else! Good people are! I'M A PEOPLE PERSON, DAMN IT! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"
*headdesk*
Also, creationists making the claim that evolution makes the human race into an accident and therefore lesser than what they would be otherwise? There is a such a thing as a GOOD accident, you know. And if you want to argue that, I'm sure that my mom (who was four months pregnant with me at the wedding) would LOVE to pick a fight with you. I've got ten bucks on her, twenty if she's allowed to bring her five brothers with her.
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My main response to the responsible writing thing that's been going around is that I love fiction more than anything, but if I have a problem with something that comes out of nowhere in a story I'm reading it's easy enough to step out of said story and go make myself a sandwich.
My bitchier response includes instructions on getting up out of my office chair and which shelf in the fridge the mayo is on.
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I think I'm in the mood where I need to hug a puppy or kitten or something. It's a good thing my mom's getting a new one in a few weeks. *beams*
EDIT: Oh, sure, NOW the first season of Project Runway finishes downloading. I was nostalgic yesterday, torrent. Sheesh.
I'm also thinking part of this is because I'm sick of being behind on my bills. If my unemployment check shows up tomorrow I can just see myself turning around and saying, "Never mind!", but with my luck it'll turn out it was a waiting week when I thought it wasn't and ... well, bah.
*sigh*
I really need to get a part-time job. Of course, once I do there goes what little social life I have. GRRR.
****
How is it I keep stumbling over these articles about marriage and how much truck conservative leaders put in traditional families? I've tripped over three or four links in the past few days, which you can tell because you probably all heard me screaming, "Marriage does not imbue you with tickets to the moral fucking high ground! You do not become better people just because you're wearing a wedding ring! Married people are not nicer or more honest or whatever than anybody else! Good people are! I'M A PEOPLE PERSON, DAMN IT! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"
*headdesk*
Also, creationists making the claim that evolution makes the human race into an accident and therefore lesser than what they would be otherwise? There is a such a thing as a GOOD accident, you know. And if you want to argue that, I'm sure that my mom (who was four months pregnant with me at the wedding) would LOVE to pick a fight with you. I've got ten bucks on her, twenty if she's allowed to bring her five brothers with her.
****
My main response to the responsible writing thing that's been going around is that I love fiction more than anything, but if I have a problem with something that comes out of nowhere in a story I'm reading it's easy enough to step out of said story and go make myself a sandwich.
My bitchier response includes instructions on getting up out of my office chair and which shelf in the fridge the mayo is on.
****
I think I'm in the mood where I need to hug a puppy or kitten or something. It's a good thing my mom's getting a new one in a few weeks. *beams*
EDIT: Oh, sure, NOW the first season of Project Runway finishes downloading. I was nostalgic yesterday, torrent. Sheesh.
