January 2012
Respecting Kids' Bodily Boundaries and Teaching... →
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thefremen:
Most of us can remember being pressured to just “suffer through it” from our own childhoods. Who doesn’t recall being forced to kiss “Great Aunt Edna” as a kid, or getting scratched by Uncle Bob’s beard as he leaned in for a squeeze? Or, being told to just ignore the teasing and roughhousing of our cousins?
As a mother, I can relate to the embarrassment that a parent...
December 2011
“I don’t like spaghetti, I choke on it!” -Bear, today.
“I can’t eat this, it’s…chewy and weird!” -Me, yesterday.
“Turn the subtitles back on!” - Bear and I to Bluebird two days ago.
And my mother has sensory issues to a lesser extent, too. I love so much being somewhere where it’s just part of everyday life, and not a huge thing....
hyminh:
RIP 2011
2011-2011
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making...”
– http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2011/12/my-new-year-wish.html (via neil-gaiman)
Brother making fun of me for getting sentimental about the alumni game. Shut up, Bear, I’m ill. I have an excuse.
I blame all the hockey players that look like THEY’RE about to cry. Clearly, my empathy is dialled up to 11 today.
sniffle.
Alumni gaaaaame.
hannuh:
Whine, whine, mope, complain.
I have been mildly sick all week. I am dizzy, nauseated, exhausted, and cold. I couldn’t tell if I was actually sick or it was from eating normal people food, but apparently my mother had the same thing.
Anyway - it’s very annoying and I hate it.
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Oh, Lillian I should have run I should have known Each dress you own Is a loaded gun Oh, Lillian Oh, Lillian I need protection I hear your voice And any choice I had is gone Oh, Lillian Once I begun I couldn’t stop ‘til every drop of blood was sung
Thank you, shuffle, I’ll just add that to the playlist of the untitled Peter Pan rewrite I’m still not writing. I’m...
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“The truth brings the past into the present and prepares us for the future....”
– Maya Angelou (via morningshadow707)
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Why you should never drunk text a Whovian.
A friend of mine randomly got a drunk text from a stranger. She then did something that has earned my respect and awe. A transcript of her conversation follows. Some of this may be familiar to you.
Warning: VERY LONG. Also, words that I don't like have been bleeped out. Use your imagination.
[Transcript] Drunk Person: "tortyly drunk riht now. straight men everwhere."
Erykah: "Oh, thank God! I finally made contact! Listen, I need your help, but you're in great danger."
DP: "ni**a say wat?"
E: "Listen, my name's the Doctor. I'm a time traveler, or I was. I'm stuck in 1969 with my friend and I need your help to get my spaceship back."
DP: "u hav a spceshit?"
E: "Yes. It's a big blue box that says 'Police Call Box' on it."
DP: "dat doesnt sound liek a spceshp. gay."
E: "Hey! Don't diss the TARDIS!"
DP: "tarsiddd???"
E: "No. TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. You see, I'm a Time Lord from ANOTHER planet called Gallifrey."
DP: "y u not there now?"
E: "Well...A long time ago, there was a war and all my people died except for me. I'm the last Time Lord. So I travel through time and space lending a hand wherever I can."
DP: "woahhhh. thats relly sad."
E: "Yes, it is. But now is no time to cry. You're in a lot of danger and you need to help me."
DP: "waot. how r u in 1996?"
E: "I'm in 1969. And it's really complicated."
DP: "oh."
E: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."
DP: "im cofussed."
E: "Well, try and keep up! Never mind the wibbly stuff. All that matters is that they've taken it! The angels have the phone box."
DP: "wut angels?"
E: "Have you ever seen like a statue of an angel? At a church or a cemetary or something?"
DP: "ya."
E: "Well, they're not angels. They're creatures from another worlds. Aliens like me, except they're very, very bad."
DP: "dat maeks sense. they alwys creepeed me out. i thought theyre jus statues tho."
E: "Good eye, you've got. But they're not. They're only statues when you're looking directly at them. Once you look away, they become deadly."
DP: "whaaa?"
E: "Listen, Lonely assassins, they were called. No-one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can! Notice how they always look like they're crying in the cemetaries? They're always covering their eyes?"
DP: "dats nuts! ya, ive seen dat."
E: "There's a reason for that. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now.
DP: "but wut can i do? tis was all thrustted uopn me!"
E: "The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me!"
DP: "ahhhhhh!!! im scrrd! idk wut 2 do! im srsly gon hav a pnic attck."
E: I'm afraid I can't help you any further. I'm stuck in 1969, but I think you're clever enough to think of something. FIND THE BLUE BOX AND GET IT BACK TO ME! The angels have it and you NEED to find it or it's all going to be over."
DP: "dont go doctr! help me!11211!!"
E: "They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck!"
DP: "ik! angels hng out in gravyards rite? ill check thar 1st."
E: "Wherever you feel the need to look. I have no idea because I'm trapped 42 years in the past. Wherever you do go, just remember DON'T BLINK."
DP: "omfg. holy shit. i'll find teh box and teh angels and ill text u wen i find it. goodbi doctr. uve liked changgged me life."
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And I somehow don’t think I am allowed to have a pencil butane torch on campus, even for Science!.
I don’t need a USB powered microscope, either.
I do not need glassware. I am not going to buy glassware. Just because Amazon has a science section does not mean I need test tubes or beakers or…well, a look won’t hurt…
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My mother thinks reading nutritional info aloud during dinner is perfectly ok.
Bluebird just threatened to vomit on her if she doesn’t stop. I’m feeling a bit queasy myself…
Dammit, now I have to change all of my things! I need a new username. *grumblegrumble*
“What do you have in your info thingie? I don’t know what to write.”
Oh, good, she really hasn’t looked at it.
“I hate an-ons, they’re stupid! How many followers do you have?”
– Bluebird
“I know what your tumblr account is,” Bluebird says.
*coughchokedie*
“I haven’t looked at it!”
*races to change URL*
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I have to choose between the Chemical Heritage Foundation, the Franklin Institute, and dinosaurs (museum of natural history)?
This is cruel and unusual! At least I get to visit one tomorrow.
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WatchToo easily amused. But GLITTER! And changing colors!
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I am cleaning things. Does this make Shipwash a good influence?
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