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Parte Uno.
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The Citizens United verdict absolutely must be repealed if our country is ever going to see politicians not completely bought and paid for by corporations again. If you're tired of Congressmen legislating and waging war on behalf of big businesses, fed up with politicians trading your civil and worker's rights for favors and campaign money, chafed that your insurance company can outvote you millions to one, SIGN THIS PETITION. Petitions are the only legal recourse we have left.
Granted, petitions are feeble, toothless things, like your local homeless vets. But, if unheard, they're the evidence that we tried to do right and got only lip service if anything at all. Before we can justify anything more drastic, this at least must be done to help secure the moral high ground.
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Parte Dos.
My roommate "moved out." Except she didn't, really. She had about 18 hours to pack her stuff and go, and she wasted a good 6, about half of it talking to me about workplace relationship issues. As a result, she left a laundry list of stuff for me to sort, clean, recycle, trash, and/or pack up to ship to her today. That's right, she told me over the phone she wanted me to ship some of the stuff she left behind to her new apartment, to which she failed to give me the address. One of the things she wants me to ship: a guitar. A full-sized acoustic guitar in its case. In order to ship it, I have to buy a guitar box, which runs about $30. She's a sweet girl, but goddamn, she never ceases to amaze me with her inability to pick up after herself. She left her dorm desk stained with a sticker stuck to it that I had to scrap off, left her bathroom fully furnished sans towels and obviously never cleaned, and left her bedroom floor covered in gobs of hair. Other stuff she left, sorted by room:
Kitchen
1 full bowl of baked beans, left uncovered on the counter overnight
1 half-eaten pot (MY pot) of dumplings still floating in their cooking water, left uncovered on the stove overnight
1 cup, used
1 plate, used
1 soup ladle, used
1 disposable spoon, used and left in the sink of all places
multiple jars of unfinished foodstuffs, sauces, and spices
1, 0.5-gal carton of half-drunk whole milk, past its expiration date
1 moldy Napa cabbage
3 rotting tomatoes
5 apples (those at least are in good enough shape to take into work)
4 singlet-bags of ancient carrots starting to turn white
3 bags of ancient ginger root
2 bags of garlic (which I can't eat b/c IBS)
1 bag of rotten chili peppers
3 bags of frozen dumplings (which I can't eat because of the ingredients)
5 packages unidentified frozen meat (2 are either beef or crawfish; the others I dunno)
1 empty container of body butter left on the floor
2 small waste bins, 1 full of plastic bags
2 mostly-empty bags of chocolate chips (can't eat because milk)
1 empty bed-set bag with a duffel bag full of more plastic bags inside
Bathroom (obviously not cleaned anytime recently)
2 bright orange bathroom rugs (rest of the apartment is mostly muted greens and blues)
1 bright orange and pink vinyl shower curtain
3 soap dispensers
1 bottle each of shampoo, body wash, mouth wash, and ear cleaner
2 bottles of body lotion
3 washcloths
1 toilet brush, not sure if used
1+ scrap of TP on the floor
1 pair of rusting fingernail clippers
1 lining of a shower cap (?)
Bedroom
1 sheet and 1 dust ruffle, both of which she asked me to ship to her
2 boxes of business cards
2 name plates
3 notebooks, all used
1 Chinese bible
1 postcard from a friend
1 teddy bear keychain
1 roll of red wrapping paper
1 stack of paper (of which I took the unused parts)
10+ stacks of sticky notes (and yet she was always asking to borrow mine...)
1 cheap door mirror (I hung it in the living room - at least that one was useful)
20+ hangers
1 nautical-themed purse
1 pair of white denim shorts
2 night shirts
4 pairs of socks
5 cardboard boxes, some empty, some containing above clothing items
4 plastic bags, 2 full of receipts, more plastic bags, and other packaging material
1 empty bottle of laundry detergent
2 bobby pins
2 caps to missing/unidentified bottles
1 iron, still in the box
1 ironing board
www.wolf-pac.com/
The Citizens United verdict absolutely must be repealed if our country is ever going to see politicians not completely bought and paid for by corporations again. If you're tired of Congressmen legislating and waging war on behalf of big businesses, fed up with politicians trading your civil and worker's rights for favors and campaign money, chafed that your insurance company can outvote you millions to one, SIGN THIS PETITION. Petitions are the only legal recourse we have left.
Granted, petitions are feeble, toothless things, like your local homeless vets. But, if unheard, they're the evidence that we tried to do right and got only lip service if anything at all. Before we can justify anything more drastic, this at least must be done to help secure the moral high ground.
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Parte Dos.
My roommate "moved out." Except she didn't, really. She had about 18 hours to pack her stuff and go, and she wasted a good 6, about half of it talking to me about workplace relationship issues. As a result, she left a laundry list of stuff for me to sort, clean, recycle, trash, and/or pack up to ship to her today. That's right, she told me over the phone she wanted me to ship some of the stuff she left behind to her new apartment, to which she failed to give me the address. One of the things she wants me to ship: a guitar. A full-sized acoustic guitar in its case. In order to ship it, I have to buy a guitar box, which runs about $30. She's a sweet girl, but goddamn, she never ceases to amaze me with her inability to pick up after herself. She left her dorm desk stained with a sticker stuck to it that I had to scrap off, left her bathroom fully furnished sans towels and obviously never cleaned, and left her bedroom floor covered in gobs of hair. Other stuff she left, sorted by room:
Kitchen
1 full bowl of baked beans, left uncovered on the counter overnight
1 half-eaten pot (MY pot) of dumplings still floating in their cooking water, left uncovered on the stove overnight
1 cup, used
1 plate, used
1 soup ladle, used
1 disposable spoon, used and left in the sink of all places
multiple jars of unfinished foodstuffs, sauces, and spices
1, 0.5-gal carton of half-drunk whole milk, past its expiration date
1 moldy Napa cabbage
3 rotting tomatoes
5 apples (those at least are in good enough shape to take into work)
4 singlet-bags of ancient carrots starting to turn white
3 bags of ancient ginger root
2 bags of garlic (which I can't eat b/c IBS)
1 bag of rotten chili peppers
3 bags of frozen dumplings (which I can't eat because of the ingredients)
5 packages unidentified frozen meat (2 are either beef or crawfish; the others I dunno)
1 empty container of body butter left on the floor
2 small waste bins, 1 full of plastic bags
2 mostly-empty bags of chocolate chips (can't eat because milk)
1 empty bed-set bag with a duffel bag full of more plastic bags inside
Bathroom (obviously not cleaned anytime recently)
2 bright orange bathroom rugs (rest of the apartment is mostly muted greens and blues)
1 bright orange and pink vinyl shower curtain
3 soap dispensers
1 bottle each of shampoo, body wash, mouth wash, and ear cleaner
2 bottles of body lotion
3 washcloths
1 toilet brush, not sure if used
1+ scrap of TP on the floor
1 pair of rusting fingernail clippers
1 lining of a shower cap (?)
Bedroom
1 sheet and 1 dust ruffle, both of which she asked me to ship to her
2 boxes of business cards
2 name plates
3 notebooks, all used
1 Chinese bible
1 postcard from a friend
1 teddy bear keychain
1 roll of red wrapping paper
1 stack of paper (of which I took the unused parts)
10+ stacks of sticky notes (and yet she was always asking to borrow mine...)
1 cheap door mirror (I hung it in the living room - at least that one was useful)
20+ hangers
1 nautical-themed purse
1 pair of white denim shorts
2 night shirts
4 pairs of socks
5 cardboard boxes, some empty, some containing above clothing items
4 plastic bags, 2 full of receipts, more plastic bags, and other packaging material
1 empty bottle of laundry detergent
2 bobby pins
2 caps to missing/unidentified bottles
1 iron, still in the box
1 ironing board
American Chopper Meme but with Psychosomatic BS
Body: You've stressed yourself sick. Stay home and rest. Mind: No, you're trying to play hooky. Body: No really. You're exhausted, hurt everywhere, and you'll probably have a mental breakdown if you see anyone. Mind: We've been through this. You have an anxiety disorder. You're making shit up to get out of dealing with normal stressors. You've cried wolf so many times everyone else stopped believing you like 5 years before I did. Shut up and do your job. Body: Oh look, a new symptom you've never experienced in any of your previous episodes. Mind: What are you doing...? Body: Oh man, this is really bad. You should really stop what you're doing and get this checked out. Mind: OH GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Body: It looks chronic~🎶 Mind: Are you fucking kidding me? This is 10x worse than anything I'm facing at work right now, stop it! Body: It could be autoimmune~🎶 Mind: ASADSFDGYLJH FINE! I'll go to the doctor. But this better be good. *Cue doctor appointments, blood tests, etc.* Mind: YOU
Series Update
Not that anyone really cares, but after laying fallow for upwards of 2 years and with no real long term plan for its entire existence until now, I finally have updates to announce on my original series. 1) It has a name now: Quadrupole Moments (it's an excessively nerdy pun on https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quadrupole but everything else I thought of was too edgelord-tier). The name comes from the fact that the threads will typically revolve around the interactions between 3 consistent species, and a 4th one that varies. The 3 consistent species will be humans, a half-finished genetically engineered species derived from humans and other Earth creatures that mostly lives on a moon around the HD 28185b, and an 8-limbed upside-down-Y-shaped species whose name is best transcribed as Gikhnur. The 4th pole may variously be 2 competing sides of one of the above races with the other 2 races caught between them, or another entity or race entirely (e.g. the engineered species' creator, or the
First fully-remembered dream in a while...
Just a writing exercise... WARNING: ending is NSFW It starts, as many dreams do, in a school. It's also apparently a nursing home because I remember guiding my late Grandmommy into an unnervingly spartan white windowless bedroom on the interior wall of a U-shaped corridor elsewhere lined with lockers. It's like an over-sized broom closet. After putting Grandmommy to bed, I take the black, white, and bubblegum-pink stairwell to the much more inviting library/art display room. Everything is stained shades of camel and tan, flimsy oaken shelves full of objets d'art form a network of cozy cubicles, and the biggest shelf behind me is full of clear jelly cups with stems of flowers jutting out. It's there I meet the AAS non-academic career counselor, who here takes the role of spiritual counselor and herbal-remedy-peddler that I find much less impressive than in real life. She and I debate the merits of her practice and her projected fortunes for me, but eventually she issues a challenge to
Dear Zombie Accounts
Do you spend all day faving and chucking llamas at random artists? Does your activity history have an unexplained 6-, 8-, even 10-year gap? Does your homepage prominently feature a .sexy##.pw or .sexy##.ru hyperlink despite your listed location being in another hemisphere? Is your featured journal an ad promising to introduce viewers to sexy young girls whose additional descriptors make them sound suspiciously underage? Then try GitBent, the free zombie account removal system powered by the DA moderating team and my bottomless petty rancor! Give a llama, get the ban-hammer! I don't always report spam and phishing accounts, but when I do I have a 100% success rate at getting them removed. Wannacry? Me too! Zombies account for almost half the faves on some of my deviations. Save yourself the risk and me the disappointment. Make yourself useful. Fertilize some flowers.
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