I lived most of my life in Colorado.

When I was nine years old, Columbine happened not too far from my house. I remember getting frustrated because I wanted to watch cartoons and all the channels were playing some goddamn something about a high school and scenes were on a repeating loop: here was a group of kids frantically running out from a back ( Read more... )

Kids, this is what happens to your democracy when you sit back and let the big G-Man raid your house in the name of your safety:

Well, you're American, but you're a terrorist. So I guess you don't count!

Don't misunderstand me: shit happens, terrorists need to be caught, etc etc. But look at what's happened the past 10 years. We've lived in this ( Read more... )

So: college is going well. My first weekend was a very amusing one consisting mostly of being the DD/Mommy and observing terrifying eighteen year old hormones in action. I've never seen so many people dry-humping anything that moved in MY LIFE. Nor have I seen a house so full of people it appears to defy the laws of physics. Ah, the good stories I ( Read more... )

I have been nudged by the lovely inactivism  to post. Thus, I shall. Here is the story of my past five weeks -- or at least the important parts.

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In D.C., everyone runs.

I don't mean this in the poetic or figurative sense (though it is a great way to start a novel, isn't it?) but I mean it in all ways of the literal sense. Runners are everywhere, on every ( Read more... )

Mememe, ordered from a crazy Canuck known as inactivism .

The first five people to comment in this post get to request a simple sketch of a character (or whatever) of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their drawing ability level. If you absolutely can't draw, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer ( Read more... )

1: Discovering Hulu. Which totally kicks YouTube's ass, thank you very much.

2: Discovering and watching Life. A lot. Like...two episodes a night. Like, enough for my brain to implode from its amazing-ness and me not to get to bed at decent times because I'm up all night watching the finales and stuff and OMG, WHY DID THEY TAKE DOWN THE FIRST PART  ( Read more... )

LIKE CUTE THINGS.

Kidnapped from the ever-gracious gaiafaye .

While we await election returns...
1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS ( Read more... )

( pumpkins and gawkers )

So, Mr. McCain and Mr. Obama, I'm very curious: who is this Joe the Plumber?

Is he like Harvey the Rabbit?

Or is he Imaginary?

I find this intriguing...

Is it possible that the man has created a malestrom that he can't even escape? Is it possible to actually have a presidential nominee tell his supporters (discreetly, of course), "Shut the fuck up, you're all a bunch of retards?"

This is truly fascinating. I have to say I've never (and huhur, only seventeen so my mouth ( Read more... )