lol dont let anyone know!
The only thing I took away from this is the realization that people still listen to the radio.
Yeah, I’m not sure what they mean by “radio listeners”. I don’t even own a radio. I just use apps on my phone, such as TuneIn and iHeart, when I want mindless streaming.
that guy’s phone in the first panel became more high tech in tony stark’s presence
I am laughing so fucking hard
oh my god how did I miss that
omfg
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The #acoa tag is a very interesting stream. It doesn’t seem to be a terribly busy one, but that just may mean that Adult Children of Alcoholics blog elsewhere, or are busy not blogging at all about that particular thing.
I can’t speak for all of you, but when I read the laundry list for the first time. I had a sense of clarity that hey, maybe I’m not insane for feeling this way.
Yup. It felt weird to see so many of my traits just laid out; it was similar to seeing a photograph of me that I didn’t know anyone had taken.
I dont know, something about it seems a little fishy. They made a chat for tumblr and promised a free download to anyone who signed up early. Surly they knew the limit of the servers and should have limited the number of downloads, but for some reason they didn’t. They shut the servers down early and now their asking for donations… >.> Worst part is, no one knows how it works or if it works at all.
They should have just limited the downloads and made everyone else pay a few dollars to use it.
I agree. They knew how many people were signing up. It’s basic math to look at how many people are signing up and look at how many users your servers can handle. They COULD’NT have been surprised by what happened on launch day.
Their page says they want $9,000-$12,000, but they also mention “the first 10,000 to donate $5” which is a heck of a lot more than $12,000.
I know start-ups need money but this was no way to go about it.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
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This is what the school-to-prison pipeline looks like. This is how black youth criminalized.
- She was doing a science experiment
- She’s being charged as an ADULT
- She’s being charged with a FELONY
If this all goes the way the prosecution wants, this young woman will be LEGALLY discriminated against for the rest of her life. No voting, housing discrimination, employment discrimination (as if getting a job while black isn’t hard enough), etc. etc.
There is a petition up … spread the word.
http://www.change.org/petitions/the-bartow-police-and-bartow-high-school-drop-charges-against-kiera-wilmot
Hey, remember this from yesterday? Go ahead and hit up the petition.
The school’s statement is so telling:
“Anytime a student makes a bad choice it is disappointing to us. Unfortunately, the incident that occurred at Bartow High School yesterday was a serious breach of conduct. In order to maintain a safe and orderly learning environment, we simply must uphold our code of conduct rules. We urge our parents to join us in conveying the message that there are consequences to actions. We will not compromise the safety and security of our students and staff.” [Emphasis mine]
That is a clear plea for backup and support. They know they made an indefensible move by charging her with “possession/discharge of a weapon on school grounds and discharging a destructive device”. I hope “our parents” have the good sense to reject this nonsense.
are we not going to discuss where his gloves went
OHHH
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My new book of cartoons “You’re All Just Jealous of My Jetpack” is out now. Details are here.
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“You’re smarter than this,” is what I would tell a friend on Facebook if I were into having political fights on Facebook.
It’s just that this friend posted a graphic that said something like:
“When there’s a bombing, people blame the bomber. When there’s a drunk-driving incident, people blame the driver. So when there’s a shooting, why do people blame the gun?”
Because bombs and drunk driving are both illegal. We already blamed bombs and drunk driving for what they do, and outlawed them. Guns are not illegal and they are being used to commit shootings.
My friend is smarter than this. I don’t know why he is using such a morbidly thoughtless argument.