This is more of a funny instance than the rather upsetting racism instance, but yeah…\
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Quote of the day:\
“i am seriously jonesing for some old school hip hop/rap!! kriss kross, mc hammer, vanilla ice, etc.!”\
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If you're my son's age, I guess that could be considered “old school,” but…ugh…christ.
But first, a quiz that's actually funny. Quit groaning, I hate quizzes, too. But I couldn't pass this one up after seeing it in
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You are a Grassroots Activist. Anti-capitalist,
anti-patrist, anti-authoritarian, whatever,
you're just fuckin' anti. You probably tell
people you hate postmodernism, but that
assertion elides the complex interdependencies
among academic poststructuralism and street-
level activism. You don't bathe regularly, and
know at least one person who has scabbies.\
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What kind of postmodernist are you!?
brought to you by Quizilla\
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That's funny, because if I saw that guy at a protest…well, first of all, I don't go to protests, secondly I'd kick his skinny chest in…actually I'd just snicker behind his back about how his antics make the rest of us look bad…or something. I'm the anti of the anti. Word.\
Edit: I'm also anti-spelling-very-simple-fucking-words-incorrectly. What the fuck is wrong with all of the people who create quizzes at Quizilla? Sadly, the not bathing regularly part is true, but it's not my fault. On that note, I'll just say that being able to take a shower at some point this week would be the bomb.
I'm going to go get a flu shot…or, as the baby likes to say, “Mama get a boo shot.”\
Yeah, that.
I have this friend who I think may become an ex-friend very shortly. He and I were very close for many years and used to have so much fun together. In fact, he was my first semi-serious boyfriend in high school. Last year, he went through some shit (breakup, loss of shitty job, shitty unemployment, new shittier job, financial troubles, had to move back in with the 'rents, etc…you know, crap that has a tendency to pile up on people all at once). He really was having a hard time handling all of it and I tried as hard as I could to be the best friend that I could be. I tried tough love, being kind and supportive, offering to go with him to fun places, offering to talk, offering advice, whatever I could think of. Nothing helped and he has been depressed for almost two years. One of my best friends, someone I used to talk to almost every day, will no longer answer my emails nor will he pick up the phone when I call. I guess it's obvious that he doesn't want me involved in his life anymore, but it hurts me to think that. I wish that I could just slap some sense into him. Argh.\
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whimpysmom (4:49:01 PM): hello\
ex-friend? (4:49:27 PM): How are you doin'? \
whimpysmom (4:49:37 PM): good how are you?\
ex-friend? (4:49:47 PM): meh..\
whimpysmom (4:52:32 PM): meh?\
ex-friend? (4:52:56 PM): It kind of feels like it sounds…just kind of there. or here in my case. \
whimpysmom (4:53:11 PM): right\
whimpysmom (4:55:52 PM): jonah told me that you're working at a new place?\
ex-friend? (5:02:07 PM): I'm not working anywhere right now. \
whimpysmom (5:02:29 PM): oh he said that your temp agency had sent you someplace new\
ex-friend? (5:03:06 PM): No, not yet. I was working at the culinary institute, but they haven't found anything yet that I want. \
whimpysmom (5:03:13 PM): i see\
ex-friend? (5:03:21 PM): They offered me a couple of telemarketing jobs that were seven days a week. \
ex-friend? (5:03:32 PM): I'm already depressed enough, I don't need that too. \
whimpysmom (5:04:01 PM): no, telemarketing is no fun\
ex-friend? (5:04:58 PM): Have you done it before? \
whimpysmom (5:05:33 PM): no, but i know that i would hate it. jess was a telemarketer for a few years and said that the money was okay but the rest of it was ass\
ex-friend? (5:06:06 PM): I can imagine so…people getting angry with you, hanging up on yout, etc…\
ex-friend? (5:06:27 PM): it was at the culinary institute again and paid less, so I told them where to shove it. \
whimpysmom (5:06:49 PM): yeah, plus you get fired if you don't reach a certain sales goal\
ex-friend? (5:07:04 PM): yech.., fuck that. \
whimpysmom (5:07:40 PM): i mean, i guess in most jobs if you're not “performing” well you get fired but in telemarketing it seems like it would really be your fault, you know?\
ex-friend? (5:08:09 PM): I don't think it would really be my fault. \
ex-friend? (5:08:12 PM): in that job. \
ex-friend? (5:08:17 PM): people just don't like getting called. \
whimpysmom (5:08:22 PM): that's what i meant\
whimpysmom (5:08:23 PM): oops\
whimpysmom (5:08:36 PM): most people just don't even let you get your pitch in\
ex-friend? (5:08:45 PM): oh, good, then it's settled. No telemarketing. \
ex-friend? (5:09:05 PM): People also talk about the things they do to telemarketers as well. \
ex-friend? (5:09:13 PM): lay the phone down and walk away, etc. \
whimpysmom (5:09:15 PM): yeah, i hate that\
ex-friend? (5:09:35 PM): scream, play really aggravating music, just generally fuck with you. \
whimpysmom (5:09:56 PM): thing is, with welfare reform and people getting kicked off of assistance for any low-paying job that they can get, a lot of the people who are telemarketers are people who are just trying not to get totally fucked\
whimpysmom (5:10:21 PM): i mean, i never buy anything from them, but i'm never rude\
ex-friend? (5:10:37 PM): I'ts one of those jobs that people don't take unless they are really at the end of their rope. \
whimpysmom (5:10:51 PM): yeah, exactly\
ex-friend? (5:10:57 PM): I ask them to take my number off the list, and then hang up. \
ex-friend? (5:11:21 PM): although I havent' gotten any since the do not call registry. \
whimpysmom (5:14:50 PM): so i missed you on saturday. i thought maybe you might stop by\
ex-friend? (5:15:50 PM): for what? \
whimpysmom (5:16:00 PM): are you still on the hamm list?\
ex-friend? (5:16:18 PM): Yeah, but I don't read the email anymore. \
whimpysmom (5:16:26 PM): oh\
ex-friend? (5:17:03 PM): what happened? \
whimpysmom (5:17:29 PM): i invited everyone over for cake and stuff\
whimpysmom (5:17:34 PM): kingston's birthday\
ex-friend? (5:17:54 PM): Oh, I knew that was coming up…I wish you would have called. \
whimpysmom (5:18:13 PM): well, you never answer your phone when i call so i figured the hamm list was a safe bet\
ex-friend? (5:18:16 PM): I didn't do anything on saturday, I've kind of dropped off of the face of the earth for all intents and purposes. \
ex-friend? (5:18:40 PM): I'm just really bad at life right now. \
ex-friend? (5:19:01 PM): I'm going to run down to the mailbox…I might be back. \
ex-friend? signed off at 5:19:11 PM.
The baby's birthday yesterday was quite fun. My family got here around 1:30 and then rest of my friends trickled in later on in the afternoon. The baby got so much cool stuff. I'm trying to get my energy up so that I can go through his older toys and sort out what he's too old for now. However, I'm a little drowsy and would really like to curl up on the couch and doze.\
My grandparents and cousins left pretty early yesterday buy my friends stayed well into the night. For quite awhile it was just us and the baby sitting in the living room playing with toys. As I looked around, I thought, “My kid is so lucky to be growing up around such interesting folks. All of these goofy twentysomething people, at various stages in their professions, talking about movies, discussing the virtues of Sit N Spin, and playing with Lincoln Logs.” I mean, think about when he goes to school. The boyfriend said that he's going to be so confused the first time that he goes over a friend's house and will probably say something like, “Where are all of your records? Isn't your dad a DJ?” That's why more of my friends need to have kids. Mine needs an ally in weirdness. \
The LJ vibe was strong at the 2nd Year Shindig.
I pulled out the photo album from when he was born and kept looking through it and thinking, “How can this teeny-tiny person be my little boy?” I want to scan some of them, especially the ones of me immediately post-op. I'm so out of it. You can tell. I'm just lying there, holding this stuffed bunny that I've had since I was about a year old, with my finger in my mouth, half-smiling. It would make a great user icon.\
Anyway, enough mom mushiness. I think I need a beverage.\
I went to bed really early. I think I read about a page and a half of my book and then just passed out.
It might be the espresso kicking in, but I'm in a super-good mood today.\
However, I seem to have developed severe psoriasis on my hands and arthritis in my knuckles. Poo.\
Gotta shower.
I don't know what the deal is with my image hosting site or if the problem is with me. Anyway, here's a link to the picture that I was referring to. Shutterfly will have to do.\
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http://www.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=67b0de21b35967c0c4e3¬ag=1
This is the only birthday picture that I have on the computer, unfortunately. But you get the idea.\
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That look on my face is 75% new-mom-euphoria and 25% “Holy-crap-morphine-is-awesome.”\
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So, yeah, that's my baby two years ago. Looking at him now it's so hard to believe that he was ever that small.
