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* The Egyptian military has started shooting into crowds of Democracy protesters.
* UN Observers has issued a support basically saying there is no ceasefire in Syria.
* Pastors advocates punching four years to beat the gay out of them. WWJD? Crush a children "like a cockroach" and sniff little girls, apparently. He then issued a non-apoloy aimed at Christians only and told lies pretending he didn't say what he said, even though it's on tape. WWJD? Tell lies and pretend he's not in favour of extremely violent child abuse when caught. (Triggers, obviously): http://ac360.blogs.cnn.com/2012/05/02/kth-pastor-encourages-parents-to-punch-boys/?hpt=ac_bn3
* Mississippi is up to something pretty fucking terrible yet again: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/#47272369
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I refuse to call them "pro-life" if they are in favour of higher infant mortality and letting women bleed to death. Looks pretty pro-death to me.
* Exxon runs our government. I know, rain = wet: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/#47272498
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* More and more howling, less and less sleep. The Butt joined in by repeatedly trying to break my lamp and needing to be kicked out for vomiting. Luckily, he only managed to break the bulb. Exhausting. I dragged myself out with plenty of time for the errands but between sleep deprivation and a stunningly high allergen count, I decided I wasn't fit for dealing with humans or serious cooking, so no Big Gay Potluck for me. (I'm into Overload, and mostly what I want to do is listen to my music and stim somewhere where Hector isn't. Imagine everything I do accompanied by extremely loud howling. Trying to cook, "Howl!" Trying to read, "Hoooooowl! It's simply too much for me. I got a few hours of quiet out of a post goosh nap this evening, but it's not enough. I keep waking up already screaming, "Leave me alone!" I'm likely to lose control and slug any human trying to touch me or even brush against me. Seriously, not a good time for trying to be social).
* Money comes tomorrow, so that's more stuff to do tomorrow, sleep or no sleep.
* I had just enough left after meds to buy a sandwich and a Cannoli, so I did that. (I know, I know, wasteful when I'm out of so many things needing replacing). The Cannoli was heavenly, the best I've had since coming west. (The Pacific Northwest is superior in many ways, but lacks the large quantity of small family run Sicilan bakeries of my childhood.) Seriously, the textures were perfect with the pastry shell crisp, and a distinct flavour of it's own, and the filling, oh god, the filling perfect degree of viscosity and the exact right level of sweetness. It's so easy to get wrong, the filling turning the sheel soggy, the filling too stiff and either too sweet or not sweet enough. Omnomnom. We have real Philly pizza downtown. Mallard hand makes rose ice cream like the Persians used to make. Now real cannolis. If only someone would start selling real Sfogliatelle and gooey butter cake, I'd have all the flavours that I'm prone to missing outside of idiosyncratic family recipes. (If I ate meat, there'd be stuff like cheese steak hogies on the list, but I don't miss meat).
* I'm tempted to talk about the Wire, but I'm still recovering from what I just saw. Ouch, ouch, ouch.
* UN Observers has issued a support basically saying there is no ceasefire in Syria.
* Pastors advocates punching four years to beat the gay out of them. WWJD? Crush a children "like a cockroach" and sniff little girls, apparently. He then issued a non-apoloy aimed at Christians only and told lies pretending he didn't say what he said, even though it's on tape. WWJD? Tell lies and pretend he's not in favour of extremely violent child abuse when caught. (Triggers, obviously): http://ac360.blogs.cnn.com/2012/05/02/kth-pastor-encourages-parents-to-punch-boys/?hpt=ac_bn3
* Mississippi is up to something pretty fucking terrible yet again: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/#47272369
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I refuse to call them "pro-life" if they are in favour of higher infant mortality and letting women bleed to death. Looks pretty pro-death to me.
* Exxon runs our government. I know, rain = wet: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/#47272498
Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy
* More and more howling, less and less sleep. The Butt joined in by repeatedly trying to break my lamp and needing to be kicked out for vomiting. Luckily, he only managed to break the bulb. Exhausting. I dragged myself out with plenty of time for the errands but between sleep deprivation and a stunningly high allergen count, I decided I wasn't fit for dealing with humans or serious cooking, so no Big Gay Potluck for me. (I'm into Overload, and mostly what I want to do is listen to my music and stim somewhere where Hector isn't. Imagine everything I do accompanied by extremely loud howling. Trying to cook, "Howl!" Trying to read, "Hoooooowl! It's simply too much for me. I got a few hours of quiet out of a post goosh nap this evening, but it's not enough. I keep waking up already screaming, "Leave me alone!" I'm likely to lose control and slug any human trying to touch me or even brush against me. Seriously, not a good time for trying to be social).
* Money comes tomorrow, so that's more stuff to do tomorrow, sleep or no sleep.
* I had just enough left after meds to buy a sandwich and a Cannoli, so I did that. (I know, I know, wasteful when I'm out of so many things needing replacing). The Cannoli was heavenly, the best I've had since coming west. (The Pacific Northwest is superior in many ways, but lacks the large quantity of small family run Sicilan bakeries of my childhood.) Seriously, the textures were perfect with the pastry shell crisp, and a distinct flavour of it's own, and the filling, oh god, the filling perfect degree of viscosity and the exact right level of sweetness. It's so easy to get wrong, the filling turning the sheel soggy, the filling too stiff and either too sweet or not sweet enough. Omnomnom. We have real Philly pizza downtown. Mallard hand makes rose ice cream like the Persians used to make. Now real cannolis. If only someone would start selling real Sfogliatelle and gooey butter cake, I'd have all the flavours that I'm prone to missing outside of idiosyncratic family recipes. (If I ate meat, there'd be stuff like cheese steak hogies on the list, but I don't miss meat).
* I'm tempted to talk about the Wire, but I'm still recovering from what I just saw. Ouch, ouch, ouch.