Sitting here trying to decide if to eat this Kit Kat or not since I already brushed my teeth…

I couple weeks ago I had posted a photo of a ring (someone else’s giving full credit) in one of my metalsmithing groups on FB asking if anyone knew the technique for setting the stone. One woman reamed me out accusing me of stealing and copying someone else’s work. I don’t think that POV was the general consensus but it was particularly upsetting because people post pics of other people’s work all the time (often uncredited) asking the same kinds of questions or worse, asking how to copy it. I’ve never seen them get called out.

I ended up getting the answer I needed and posted the ring I made, which looked nothing like the one in the picture, just to show that I wasn’t copying this person’s work. Someone just sent me a FB message asking me what was the technique I used and it has me feeling a little pissed. The answer is in the thread, read it. Like how lazy do you have to be to not even read the thread? I’m grateful that someone took the time to give me the answer so I will pass on that bit of generosity but that’s about all I’m giving them cause seriously man. 

Coffee really helped my migraine today but now it’s made me feel sick to my stomach. Some days I can handle it and some days blech. I wish I knew which days were which. Ah well I’m soldiering through it. It’s 8 and I’m working still. Jesus it takes forever to make bezels for 15 pieces of turquoise.

I bought a new cutting mat for my work surface today and it makes me ridiculously happy. Also my desk looks horribly messy I really need to clean it up. I probably say this about three times a day. It never happens. Miraculously I know where to find everything so… I guess whatever.

Sept Blog A Day

10. How do you know when you’re in love?

For me there’s a sense of my entire experience of the world being heightened. I feel a lightness in my being, an elevation of my mood to a feeling of happiness that isn’t fleeting. I can’t stop thinking about the person, I get silly, stupid, clumsy, I don’t function quite as well as I normally do.

9. Sunday 7

1. I know that there are a lot of people who think reading cards (or any form of divination) is nonsense or worse, evil. But they work for me., they’ve never lead me wrong. I tend to consult them most when I’m going through stressful times and it’s helpful to get a peek around the corner of what’s coming up. Most of the shit you see in movies is bullshit, and unless the reader themselves is extremely intuitive, they can’t tell you shit like, “You’re gonna meet a guy named Steve in two weeks who’s gonna be your soulmate.” If someone can tell you that and be accurate, they probably don’t need cards anyway.

2. I’ve never consulted a medium (someone who’s supposed to be able to contact the deceased) and I’m really curious as to what that experience would be like. I hold a healthy skepticism.

3. I’m reading a book with characters who are adopted and it occurred to me that I’ve never known anyone who was adopted. That I knew of that is.

4. My cousin, an identical twin, just had a baby with his girlfriend who is also and identical twin. Is it true that the twin thing skips a generation? I would have thought they would have had one.

5.  There’s something really comforting and enveloping about audio books, I find. You get the immersive experience of reading a book with the added benefit of having someone read it to you. Kids are on to something.

6. I’ve never come away from reading an book and not learnt something.

7. I’m gonna try to go see Crazy Rich Asians today. I was listening to something about it on the radio today and I was thinking about how it’s the first all-Asian cast in a Western movie in like forever and how everyone was so celebratory of it but when Black Panther came out so many people wanted to boycott it because it had an almost all-Black cast. Something to think about.

fursonar:

Taken from Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson, Psy.D. A summary of the tips the book hands you on how to recognize emotionally healthy people.

They’re realistic and reliable

They work with reality rather than fighting it. They see problems and try to fix them, instead of overreacting with a fixation on how things should be.

They can feel and think at the same time. The ability to think even when upset makes an emotionally mature person someone you can reason with. They don’t lose their ability to see another perspective just because they aren’t getting what they want.

Their consistency makes them reliable. Because they have an integrated sense of self, they usually won’t surprise you with unexpected inconsistencies.

They don’t take everything personally. They can laugh at themselves and their foibles. They’re realistic enough to not feel unloved just because you made a mistake.

They’re respectful and reciprocal

They respect your boundaries. They’re looking for connection and closeness, not intrusion, control or enmeshment. They respect your individuality and that others have the final say on what their motivations are. They may tell you how they feel about what you did, but they don’t pretend to know you better than you know yourself.

They give back. They don’t like taking advantage of people, nor do they like the feeling of being used.

They are flexible and compromise well. Because collaborative, mature people don’t have an agenda to win at all costs, you won’t feel like you’re being taken advantage of. Compromise doesn’t mean mutual sacrifice; it means a mutual balancing of desires. They care about how you feel and don’t want to leave you feeling unsatisfied.

They’re even-tempered. They don’t sulk or pout for long periods of time or make you walk on eggshells. When angered, they will usually tell you what’s wrong and ask you to do things differently. They’re willing to take the initiative to bring conflict to a close.

They are willing to be influenced. They don’t feel threatened when other people see things differently, nor are they afraid of seeming weak if they don’t know something. They may not agree, but they’ll try to understand your point of view.

They’re truthful. They understand why you’re upset if they lie or give you a false impression.

They apologize and make amends. They want to be responsible for their own behavior and are willing to apologize when needed.

They’re responsive

Their empathy makes you feel safe. Along with self-awareness, empathy is the soul of emotional intelligence.

They make you feel seen and understood. Their behavior reflects their desire to really get to know you, rather than looking for you to mirror them. They aren’t afraid of your emotions and don’t tell you that you should be feeling some other way.

They like to comfort and be comforted. They are sympathetic and know how crucial friendly support can be.

They reflect on their actions and try to change. They clearly understand how people affect each other emotionally. They take you seriously if you tell them about a behavior of theirs that makes you uncomfortable. They’ll remain aware of the issue and demonstrate follow-through in their attempts to change.

They can laugh and be playful. Laughter is a form of egalitarian play between people and reflects an ability to relinquish control and follow someone else’s lead.

They’re enjoyable to be around. They aren’t always happy, but for the most part they seem able to generate their own good feelings and enjoy life.

Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents, Lindsay C. Gibson, Psy.D

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So basically my parents… in opposite world.

I find it really ironic how I worked my ass off this week to restock all the pieces I sold out of at last week’s market, and not one of those items sold today. All the stuff I sold was necklaces and bracelets. Not one pair of earrings. Not one! Which is weird cause earrings are usually the biggest sellers. Not today lol. Well good thing is I can focus on other stuff this coming week. I have enough of everything else so I’m gonna make some rings!

Well I messaged my friend’s girlfriend about her house cleaning service and she sent me all the info. The cost is very reasonable and I’m definitely going to hire then for a once a month cleaning, maybe more. Twice a month might be worth my damn peace of mind. Cause I hate to clean and I hate a dirty house. I can take care of the bathroom easily and clean that often but the rest of the place… I don’t have the energy, physical and mental. Just gotta get some supplies that were on the list and I’ll give them a try out.

Apparently the new morning gathering place for the wild parrots is near my bedroom window? Christ those fuckers are noisy. I am up wayyy too early y’all.

I was wrong about that course. it wasn’t three hours a day it was FOUR. That’s insane who has the stamina for that kind of thing??? Five days a week for two years? 

Steupssss nah man.

I made some fish in a soy-ginger-honey sauce today that tasted like restaurant food man. Just threw that shit together and boom! Perfection. I gotta make this again. Tomorrow sounds good.

7. A story your family always tells about you

I’m not around my family these days but when I was a kid there was one story my Dad used tell about me all the time. 

When I was five years old I was badly mauled by a doberman on my face and neck. The damage was really bad. He would tell the story of how he wasn’t home that saturday, and how the owner’s dog, with my mom and brother had to bring me to where he was (at my aunt and uncle’s home). 

They took me to several doctors in the area and none of them would touch me. My face was in tatters. My left eyelid was in shreds and my forehead had a gash so deep you could see my skull. I had two holes in my neck millimeters from my jugular. We ended up in Port of Spain at the practice of an old Chinese doctor who’d been my grandfather’s physician. He finally agreed to stitch me up.

At five years old I was a pretty slightly built kid. But it took him, a large man of 6′4″ and the owner of the dog who was a sturdily built Scotsman to physically restrain me long enough to get stitched up. The anesthesia wasn’t kicking in it seems. Eventually they got through it and I ended up with bandages on my eye, forehead, entire right cheek and neck. Sixteen stitches. I’m surprised it wasn’t more.

For much of my childhood and even part of my adolescence my father would tell this story and then trot me out to show off my scars. Everyone would ooh and ahh about the ordeal and marvel that I wasn’t horribly disfigured. That’s pretty much the one story I can think of that’s been told over and over again about me. Could be worse I suppose. 

There’s a jewelry course that’s going to be starting next week. I have the opportunity to go sign up for it today. It’s free. Classes will be every week day for three hours a day in the evenings for two years.

They’ll be starting with the basics and moving up progressively to more complex things, some of which I don’t know, like casting. I know the basics but I’ve never tried it basically.

I’m just thinking that I can’t see myself going to class EVERY evening for TWO years. I’m going to be doing a lot of stuff that I already know how to do. The other stuff I want to learn I can actually just invest in some books I’m thinking. 

If it were a three month course or a six month course that would be do-able but fuck man two years is insane. I’m still thinking it over but practically speaking I just can’t see myself getting that done.

Sept Blog A Day

How do you feel about sports? Did you play sports? Do you have any favorite teams?

I was very athletic when I was younger and played a lot of sports.

As a spectator I can’t say I care about any sports. They don’t interest me and I don’t follow anything. However if there’s an opportunity to go see a sporting event live I’m there. I don’t really care what it is, it’s just fun to watch and get into all the hype.

yourbrothershotfriend:

foxy-mulder:

this is the most powerful image on the internet.. reblog to join the circle

Reblog to destroy all evil energies in your life

Sept Blog A Day

5. Do you have any framed photos or printed photographs in your home, car or work space? Tell us about them.

This most of the artwork I have up in my studio. This space used to be my dad’s office so the first painting there was his I just kept it. Most of the other pieces are by me with the exception of the last two which were done by a friend of mine. The poster with the cyclists was signed and framed and gifted to me by the organizer of that event, I had done all their artwork. The first Marley illustration is actually a vector image done on computer. The Buddha painting was a gift I did for myself. The sugar skull is actually painted on a sketchbook cover. The fairies are a batik. There are a few other pieces missing but I can only upload ten.

I rubbed something for sore muscles on my arms and then forgot and touched my face so yeah that’s making it a little hard to fall asleep. At least my eyelids won’t feel sore in the morning. There’s always an upside.

purgethebots:

September 4, 2018

Dear Tumblr, this is a special operation. We are going to purge the porn bots that follow us. 

Porn bots often have real looking usernames. The reason for this is because those usernames once belonged to real users. Bots hijack usernames as soon as it becomes available (Usernames become available if you change your username or delete your blog). They do this because the username (domain name) has more ‘authority’ than a complete new username. Porn bots rank higher in Google and other search engines because of this higher authority. It also makes them look more real.

But don’t be deceived. Let’s purge those bots! 

How to tell if a blog is a bot:

First go see who follows you on Tumblr. 

A blog is a porn bot when:

• their profile picture is ‘sexy’ (and sometimes their username and description are the same)
• They have links on their blog (if they follow you and have links: 10000% bot)

*Do not report empty blogs. There is nothing to report them for and chances are they are normal users that don’t use Tumblr after they created an account. 

How to purge a porn bot

Desktop

• Go to their blog
• Click on the pawn/human icon
• Click ‘Report’ –> ‘Report spam’ (do not report for sensitive content; porn is allowed on Tumblr)
• Click ‘Flag & Block’

Mobile App

• Go to their blog
• Tap the pawn/human icon
• Tap ‘report‘
• ‘Report spam‘

Please, report all the porn bots that follow you. Please reblog this post a few times until September 10! We need to act quickly, because chances are, bot owners will stumble upon this post and then start to mass unfollow or mass delete all the posts on their blog so we can’t identify them, only to start again when the coast is clear. Going through your followers and reporting the bots only takes five minutes and it’s going to have such a positive impact on the community. Your help is greatly appreciated! Let us all UNITE. 

LET THE PURGE COMMENCE!

4. Truthful Tuesday

I feel afraid a lot. 

I love my spirit it’s so vibrant and joyful and free.

I’m sometimes shocked by how judgemental I can be.

I do really well with children and animals. I get them and they like me.

I’m an idealist.

For the first time in a very, very long time I am happy to be here.

I was told how old I would be when I die. We’ll see.

darkmelaningirls:

The most beautiful: African people

I wonder what it says about me and my closest friends that the first one is about to become a father at 45. Literally none of my close friends have children. And yeah this one wasn’t planned.

lupins:

lupins:

lupins:

one of the oldest and arguably the most important museum in Brazil is burning to the ground as we speak. home to the portuguese royal family from 1808 to 1821, the Museu Nacional stored fossils, meteorites, pre-historic human skeletons and a variety of artefacts related to natural history. it holds two centuries of latin & brazilian history and now it’s all gone.

some of the things that are now lost forever: the largest collection of egyptian artefacts in latin america; the skeleton of the largest flying reptile ever found in Brazil; the oldest human fossil ever found in the country, named “Luzia” (over 11.000 y.o) and other 20 million extremely important relics and researches just burned to the ground. never to be seen again.

thanks to our government, of course, who didn’t want to pay the museum the necessary funds to make the essencial maintenances since 2014 (which by the way, costed less than a supreme federal court judge’s sallary: R$520 in a year).

another sad instance where the state’s indifference towards culture and history becomes painfully obvious. this is a massive blow to our cultural legacy.

all that in our independe week. happy independe for us, brazilians, who just lost our history and culture in a fire caused by ignorance and indifference.

in case you’re wondering, this is what the museum used to look like:

this is what it looks like now:

thousands of years of culture lost. happy independence week.

“Authorities say the fire lasted for six hours, causing irreparable damage. To put it bluntly: it’s all gone. A meteorite, that can sustain incredibly high temperatures, was found intact. But other than that, there are apparently no other pieces left. It would not be an understatement to call the Museu Nacional the Brazilian equivalent of the Louvre or the British Museum.”

here is a thread of wonderful pictures taken before the fire started, so you can see details of the museum that now is lost forever.

here is some of the international news saying on this, because most articles and videos are all in portuguese, u can check some of the news in english: (here *new york times*) (here *bbc news*) (here *le monde* for french speaking readers) (here *shorouk news* for people who speak arabian) (here *azteca news* for spanish) (here *corriere della sera* for italian).

it was a natural science and historic museum, there were all sorts of important researches and relics. all burned. this was our culture. our history. the first human fossil found in brazil (mentioned above, Luzia) was so important for science, since it proved that way before indigenous tribes existed in Brazil, there were black people.

this is the place where our first constitution was made and the declaration of independence was signed. our independe day is this friday. heartbroken.

I saw my ex best friend at upmarket yesterday. She was scampering off with her husband and kept her head down as she passed by. My table was right at the front (Janet always gives me the BEST tables) so it’s unlikely she didn’t see me at some point during the day. I think she was probably avoiding having to say hi to me.

Later that evening I went home by my friend Alanna and we were talking about how devastating the breakup of a friendship can be. The heartbreak can be just as painful as a romantic relationship. And the breakup of that friendship hurt me deeply.

It never really broke up. I just realised I was putting more into the relationship than she was and decided one day to give her a chance to call me first for a change. And basically, I never heard from her again.

I think we wouldn’t have remained friends in the long run. She tended to become absorbed by the men in her life and would disappear when she was seeing someone. She always expected me to pick up the pieces once they did whatever shitty thing they would do to her. I got tired of it. And probably she got tired of me getting tired of it. But it still hurt that she just dropped off the radar like she did.

I never did well with the best friend thing because I often attracted people who were somewhat narcissistic. I’ve had a lot of “best friends” who in hindsight didn’t really give a shit about me. It was always about them. When they no longer needed me they’d dump me, basically. It’s happened to me several times. It’s always painful. 

I’m better at choosing friends now, but I don’t get that close to people anymore to where I would call us besties. I don’t have the energy or the emotional space at this point. And I don’t trust it. I’ve been burnt too many times. I’m more comfortable having a little more distance in my friendships these days, it seems to work better for me. Thankfully I don’t miss it. I guess being a loner is really my jam.

mistavybe:

‘What a birthday gift!’

Soca superstar Olatunji Yearwood got the best birthday gift ever after he made it through to the next round of the British television series X Factor.

The 2015 Soca Monarch and Groovy Monarch celebrated his 33rd birthday today.

He posted the following comment a few hours ago on his Instagram page: “Could not ask for a better birthday gift this morning than reaching home to find out I’m on the front page of the Trinidad Express. Trinbago TT and the world your support yesterday was the greatest birthday gift ever!!! Thank you, Thank you and Thank you!!! Blessed earthstrong to me I guess lol #tadow”.

Dressed in a bright yellow suit, Yearwood delivered an energetic performance of his hit song Bodyline. He was accompanied on stage by two female dancers.

He appeared before judges Simon Cowell, former One Direction singer Louis Tomlinson, Robbie Williams and Williams’s wife, Ayda Field.

In his intro video leading up to the audition, Yearwood said he was on the show to represent calypso and soca music…

Yearwood’s fancy footwork and command of the stage blew the judges away.

The 33 year old got a standing ovation.

Described as a superstar, Cowell who delivered the final vote said, “It’s exactly the kind of act I love finding on a show like this…you have 4500 yeses.”

Congratulations Ola! 🇹🇹🙌🏾

I sawed out 24 monstera leaf earrings today (four at a time) and I think I’m going to wake up with a hulk arm tomorrow.

3. Labor Day: Tell us about your job.

Anyone who’s been following me for five minutes will know that I’m an artisan jeweler. I make the distinction with artisan because I am not formally trained and have not gone through all the steps required to call myself a jeweler. I know that doesn’t matter to a lot of people but I have a lot of respect for titles and I haven’t earned it. 

This is basically my dream job. I used to work as a graphic designer and I eventually lost my love for it because there’s a lot of bullshit that goes along with that profession that I grew tired of. The biggest difference between that job and what I do now is that I have complete creative control over what I produce. My clients come to me to buy what I make. They don’t come to me to make what they want. Of course I’m happy do that too. But generally even with custom orders they still tend to give me creative control. 

Making jewelry is hard work. It’s labour intensive and can be demanding on your body. You work with chemicals, fumes, dust, fire… it’s dirty work and it can be dangerous and harmful to your health if you’re not careful. But it’s also incredibly rewarding to go through all the messy parts and get to what for me, is the most satisfying part of the job, the part where you clean it up and set your stones and polish it until it becomes the something beautiful you envisioned. 

Dealing with customers is a part of the job that has also been surprisingly rewarding. I’m an introvert and I’d rather just make stuff than sell it, but if I did only that, I’d miss out on seeing people’s eyes light up when they see my pieces. I wouldn’t get to hear they words of praise and admiration for my work, and all the other wonderful, encouraging words I receive about my creations. My work is a reflection of my soul, so having people respond in such a positive way is one of the most affirming experiences and person can have. 

A couple of days ago I walked into the room adjoining my studio and saw a small bucket with several pliers in it on a shelf. This was significant because I had not seen that bucket in over a year. And I’ve stored many things and removed many things from that shelf and never seen them there in that time.

The only thing that broke in the entire house during the earthquake was the glass jar I’d been using as a substitute to hold my pliers. And I remember wondering what I was going to put them in now and hunting for more jars. And then this turned up a day or two later. With my missing pliers.

I’m convinced I have borrowers, or fairies. Things fall and disappear forever. I place things down and when I go to pick them up again they’re gone. Many times when I make several pairs of earrings I end up with an odd side. I sweep the floor several times a week. I rarely find the missing items.

Yet when I ask loudly for them to be returned they reappear. A glint will lead me to the stone or ring in the corner where I’ve looked five times on my hands and knees with a flashlight. I’ll glance away and the other half of the earring will somehow manifest itself. I’ll leave the room and the missing tool is somehow on the desk. 

I’ve been having these experiences since childhood. And while I can admittedly be absent minded and often misplace things, I’m not that inattentive when what I’m dealing with is right in front of my face. So I just ask out loud for my things back and they reappear. Maybe it’s me and I’m oblivious to my surroundings to an extreme degree. But maybe the studio is the perfect place for mischievous little critters to play hide and seek with my belongings. At any rate I’m glad to get back my bucket and my missing pliers. Right when my jar broke. What a coincidence.

I almost didn’t go to this market today because usually September is back to school month and sales and attendance tend to be pretty low. But Chris told me I had nothing to lose (we were sure I would make back the cost of my table) and boy did it turn out to be a great decision. I did better than I even do at Christmas markets it was crazy. The only problem is I’m almost out of stock and I have another market next week so I have to work like crazy to make new pieces. But I’m definitely not complaining.

Is been abstaining from meat and alcohol for the past month and today I broke it. I felt heavy and high. I can’t say I enjoyed it. Maybe I’ll have to alternate.

I swear netflix is obsessed with narcotraficantes. Every other show is about drug dealers it’s like they’re… addicted.

I made pretzels today. They came out really good and were super yummy. I’m not posting pics cause I’m in bed relaxing. Chris thought they were gonna be those crappy hard snack pretzels that come in a bag. He was pleasantly surprised to find they were more like bread. They helped ease his stomach ache too. All in all they were a win.

healingheartonthefloor:

September Blog A Day

1. Firsts

2. A quote you live by

3. Labor Day: Tell us about your job.

4. Truthful Tuesday

5. Do you have any framed photos or printed photographs in your home, car or work space? Tell us about them.

6. How do you feel about sports? Did you play sports? Do you have any favorite teams?

7. A story your family always tells about you

8. A photo of something small and silly that brings you joy

9. Sunday 7

10. How do you know when you’re in love?

11. 9/11

12. How would you like to be remembered when you die?

13. What makes you feel safe?

14. FYIIAB (a photo of you giving the finger in a bathroom mirror)

15. First concert. Best concert. Worst concert.

16. Sunday Funday. When do you have the most fun in your life?

17. Do you feel like a member of a community?

18. What are your wishes for your body after you pass? Do you want a funeral, wake, visitation? Burial, cremation, or something else? Does your family know your wishes? Do you have a will?

19. Get nostalgic: what do you miss that reminds you of a happy time in your past?

20. Throwback Thursday

21. What are your favorite smells?

22. Tell us about one of your best friends.

23. What’s your favorite game to play? Do you play cards, board games, or video games?

24. Tell us about your favorite outfit (or post a photo). Describe your style.

25. Are you an introvert or extrovert? A leader, follower, or lone wolf?

26. Write a letter to someone from your past.

27. How have you changed so far in 2018?

28. What gives you hope?

29. That awkward moment when….

30. How was your day?

Dear customer,

Please don’t just decide of your own accord that you will pass in on Saturday to pick up your order. Some weekends I actually try to have a life. Also sometimes I am not here during the week because amazingly running a business also entails leaving the house. Buying groceries. Stuff like that. How about you ask in future and we coordinate? Yes? Ok.

Best regards,

Natasha

I got up when chris was leaving for the farm at 4am and now it’s 5am and I’m just wondering if I should just go ahead and make breakfast and start my day. Cause I don’t think I’m going back to sleep. Plus I’m hungry.

kingkunta-md:

miniprof:

rsbenedict:

prettyboyshyflizzy:

you a bitch

It’s called copula deletion, or zero copula. Many languages and dialects, including Ancient Greek and Russian, delete the copula (the verb to be) when the context is obvious.

So an utterance like “you a bitch” in AAVE is not an example of a misused you, but an example of a sentence that deletes the copular verb (are), which is a perfectly valid thing to do in that dialect, just as deleting an /r/ after a vowel is a perfectly valid thing to do in an upper-class British dialect.

What’s more, it’s been shown that copula deletion occurs in AAVE exactly in those contexts where copula contraction occurs in so-called “Standard American English.” That is, the basic sentence “You are great” can become “You’re great” in SAE and “You great” in AAVE, but “I know who you are” cannot become “I know who you’re” in SAE, and according to reports, neither can you get “I know who you” in AAVE.

In other words, AAVE is a set of grammatical rules just as complex and systematic as SAE, and the widespread belief that it is not is nothing more than yet another manifestation of deeply internalized racism.

This is the most intellectual drag I’ve ever read.

I wanna learn how to crack a whip. I don’t know how often a situation where I have tame a lion or impersonate a dominatrix or do an Indiana Jones maneuver will come up but I want to be prepared so I can look casually cool about it.

One of the things that I appreciated in the casting of the sisters in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before is how they all looked like varying degrees of Asian or White. The lead looked pure Asian but her older sister barely looked Asian and the youngest looked sort of half and half. That’s often how it is in mixed race families. The genes do their own thing. I look nothing like my siblings. They sort of resemble each other but look nothing like our parents. I look like my dad. Nobody looks like our Mom. That’s how it goes and I’m really glad they didn’t cast carbon copy actors to play the siblings.

I was in a popular bar some years ago and a man walked up to me and his introduction of himself was to declare, proudly, that “I have FIVE chirren. And I doh mind NONE AH DEM.”

How drunk do you have to be where your pickup line is how much of a deadbeat dad you are?

We only just saw the finale of Sharp Objects and holy fucking shit I did not see that coming. Also yeah watch to the end end of the credits. Fuck that was nuts.

I just saw a post asking if anyone would be willing to adopt a six year old female rottie before she gets euthanized. Apparently her owners migrated (who doesn’t secure a place for their dog before they migrate!) and I am so tempted to adopt her. I could keep her by Mom. But there’s not much yard there for a big dog. I’m angry more than anything that people could be so uncaring with their pets. Anyone in Trini willing? Please?