Don't Be A Ruiner

Get the fuck outta here with that

An acquaintance from back in Brooklyn seriously just posted a thing on facebook implying that Obama and Jimmy Carter are “mistakes we should not repeat.”

I’m out of evens to can’t here, folks.

SAMARA 8DDDDD beats banshees man i keep hearing them scream and i’m like lsdkfjldksfjdlksfj

I was at an airport a couple of weeks ago, and a child the next gate down had a screech just like a Banshee.

It scared the shit out of me.

(Source: skiesovergideon)

Well That Was Creepy

I came home just a few minutes ago, and my boyfriend had taken the spot in front of our building, so I went to park by the mailboxes, about a hundred feet away.

There was a car just…sitting by the mailboxes.

Uneasy, I called my boyfriend to come walk me back to the apartment. Right as he walked up, the car pulled away. 

Neither of us saw the driver, but it was especially weird that it pulled away just as someone else came up.

I don’t know how long the car had been there before I got there, and my boyfriend came up a minute after I called him.

We don’t know if this was a random coincidence or what.

Either way, we took down the license plate number and sent an email to the leasing office.

I’d rather have just narced on a neighbor than gotten out of my car and into some bad shit. 

Ugh

I went to Speed tonight.

It was a bit of a fiasco, as my body is still exhausted from preparing from assessments, and the yoga class I took last night didn’t work all the sore out. I crapped out before the last drill (push relays) because I’d taken a nasty fall.

I have two kinds of falls: I’ve pushed myself to the brink of exhaustion and my muscles literally can’t support me, so my form goes sideways and I trip over myself and eat shit spectacularly, and all other kinds of falls. Over the last couple of months, it’s become a lot more of the former and a lot fewer of the latter.

I usually crap out in the middle of drills. If I don’t, and I don’t sit out the next drill, I have an exhaustion fall.

I am getting increasingly frustrated and frankly, worried, by my body’s seeming inability to build endurance. I’m also concerned this is related to my steadily increasing weight, which is another thing that’s been happening. Seeing as unusual weight gain is often a symptom, and not a cause of things, that’s also worth investigating.

I’m seeing my doctor again next week, and we’re going to outline a plan that’s looking to include things like sleep studies and dieticians.

Once again, derby provides a reason to address something now I would otherwise have procrastinated on.

Anti-Piracy

Make good stuff, then make it easy for people to buy it. There’s your anti-piracy plan.- Jonathan Coulton

When I was in high school, I downloaded the shit out of a lot of mp3s.

The most-downloaded content was: Cake, various punk acts, and Ani DiFranco.

Albums I eventually purchased: Work by all those artists.

Concerts I went to: Shows featuring all those artists.

Merch I bought: Er, mostly Ani DiFranco’s stuff, but mostly because her stuff was more accessibly priced for a teenager.

This is still true today, by the way. If I download something and I like it, I will probably go see it live, and probably buy merch. If I don’t buy the album, I will listen to it on Spotify or Pandora, which are two ways to listen to music for free, but still gets money to the artists.

I’d much rather watch a show on thenetworkthatshowison.com, or hulu, than go looking for it on TVDuck.

I like voting with my dollar. I’d rather do that than watch pirated versions of things.

And I know most other people on the internet feel the same.