Sorta reminds me of my philosphy that I have no tolerance for intolerance.
But seriously, someone from a 210 (San Antonio) area code rings my cell phone 8 to 10 times a day. I never answer.
Tonight I was drunk enough to do it. I said "hello?"
There was dead computerized silence.
When I heard that I hung up, I said "Fuck 'em."
They just called again. And I answered and heard a busy signal.
Fuck yeah.
Which leaves me wondering... how do I mortify by blog?
Showing posts with label Activism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Activism. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Truth
Where is that piece of paper I had in my hand yesterday morning?
I had a boss recently who would have asked such a question of a subordinate. I'm now employed and she isn't.
I'm making far less but that in and of itself does not make the revenge less sweet.
Crossposted at Big Brass Blog
Monday, September 24, 2007
What's Up With Widow Women (or #2* in my list of reasons why my mother drives me nuts)
Today is my mother's 84th birthday. I called her this evening to wish her well and to explain that I've been too busy to send the letter I promised last week, and I happened to remember while on the phone with her that I bought her a card about 2 months ago and then forgot about it.
Work's a bitch.
But I digress. What is it with these widow women and their aversion to charity from males? There's a rich millionaire in my hometown who likes to take meals to the old ladies, give them things, etc. My mother has been complaining about this charity for many months now.
She can cook for herself and she can get around in her Lincoln. She knows how to get to Wal-Mart and Sav-Mart and stock up on groceries, and cook what she has procured. (I make a once a year pilgrimage to my motherland and I'm enthralled with the meals. I can't even do them and I'm almost half her age.)
Anyway, this rich dude has been trying to give her a new TV for months. My mother thinks TV is evil. And to be offered one as a gift from a married man, she probably thinks is sinful.
Besides, she likes her old TV with the antenna struggling to catch a signal from 85 miles up the highway.
The old millionaire sent my brother a check for something like $1,800 and told him to go buy her a TV and he'd pay for cable for a year.
Here's what we're doing. My brother has cashed the check, bought a TV (I hope for less than $1200) and put it all out on his living room floor to do a sort of reverse parental control, where you block channels you don't want a parent to see. Comedy Central comes to mind.
There are certain channels, that if she is exposed to them, will send her straight into the grips of hellfire.
So, my mother's birthday is today, and I was talking to her and she said my brother might be coming down for a visit tomorrow. I'm sure he'll have the TV in tow. I just emailed him to ask him what the "story" was so we could be on the same page.
The last time I talked to him we were either going to say we went halvsies on it (fat chance since he can't afford it, and I don't want to afford it) or that he won it in a contest.
That's a pretty big variation in excuses, so we need to be on the same page.
Meanwhile, my mother gets this Wal-Mart gift certificate today for her birthday for $300 from same millionaire. She doesn't want it (she shops at Wal-Mart ALL the fucking time!) and told the guy. He said give it to either of your two sons.
I didn't say I refuse to shop at Wal-Mart so give it to my brother. He needs it more than I. She intervened by saying she's giving it back to the giver.
But that's all beside the point. She doesn't want the card, and she's returning it.
What is wrong with this woman?
I would take the damn thing, and go buy $300 worth of food and give it to a homeless bank. (txrad's idea)
She'll give it back to the giver, and he'll give it to another greedy old white woman who will go to Wal-Mart and squander the thing on worthless nick-nacky shit.
Who deserves it?
Another thing txrad said tonight which makes perfect sense. The rich can take care of the world. If they want to.
*List is NOT in sequential order.
Crossposted at B3 With any luck.
Work's a bitch.
But I digress. What is it with these widow women and their aversion to charity from males? There's a rich millionaire in my hometown who likes to take meals to the old ladies, give them things, etc. My mother has been complaining about this charity for many months now.
She can cook for herself and she can get around in her Lincoln. She knows how to get to Wal-Mart and Sav-Mart and stock up on groceries, and cook what she has procured. (I make a once a year pilgrimage to my motherland and I'm enthralled with the meals. I can't even do them and I'm almost half her age.)
Anyway, this rich dude has been trying to give her a new TV for months. My mother thinks TV is evil. And to be offered one as a gift from a married man, she probably thinks is sinful.
Besides, she likes her old TV with the antenna struggling to catch a signal from 85 miles up the highway.
The old millionaire sent my brother a check for something like $1,800 and told him to go buy her a TV and he'd pay for cable for a year.
Here's what we're doing. My brother has cashed the check, bought a TV (I hope for less than $1200) and put it all out on his living room floor to do a sort of reverse parental control, where you block channels you don't want a parent to see. Comedy Central comes to mind.
There are certain channels, that if she is exposed to them, will send her straight into the grips of hellfire.
So, my mother's birthday is today, and I was talking to her and she said my brother might be coming down for a visit tomorrow. I'm sure he'll have the TV in tow. I just emailed him to ask him what the "story" was so we could be on the same page.
The last time I talked to him we were either going to say we went halvsies on it (fat chance since he can't afford it, and I don't want to afford it) or that he won it in a contest.
That's a pretty big variation in excuses, so we need to be on the same page.
Meanwhile, my mother gets this Wal-Mart gift certificate today for her birthday for $300 from same millionaire. She doesn't want it (she shops at Wal-Mart ALL the fucking time!) and told the guy. He said give it to either of your two sons.
I didn't say I refuse to shop at Wal-Mart so give it to my brother. He needs it more than I. She intervened by saying she's giving it back to the giver.
But that's all beside the point. She doesn't want the card, and she's returning it.
What is wrong with this woman?
I would take the damn thing, and go buy $300 worth of food and give it to a homeless bank. (txrad's idea)
She'll give it back to the giver, and he'll give it to another greedy old white woman who will go to Wal-Mart and squander the thing on worthless nick-nacky shit.
Who deserves it?
Another thing txrad said tonight which makes perfect sense. The rich can take care of the world. If they want to.
*List is NOT in sequential order.
Crossposted at B3 With any luck.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Aveda: Kiss My Burning Hot Asshairs
I fucking HATE having to walk into an Aveda store in a mall. I don't even like malls. I hate them. And I HATE Aveda stores. And here's why:
When I walk into a store, I'm often browsing, and want to be unannoyed. When I walk into a store and know exactly what I want, I definitely want to be unannoyed and LEFT THE FUCK ALONE.
Such is not possible at your local neighborhood Simon Properties megafuckingmall.
I was promptly greeted by an ironclad bitch from the depths of hell.
I can't remember her phrase or phrasing, but her attitude was, you don't belong in here now go away.
Bitch. Listen to me. This is why I shop at the Wildflower Salon. They have a similar approach but it's not quite so garish.
I told her I was befuddled and could not remember the name of the product I had come to purchase. This is not an unusual konagod trait, I tend to get befuddled in social situations in FUCKING MEGAMALLS.
Then she got rather condescending on my ass. She said roughly (I'm paraphrasing), "Well, perhaps if you could tell me the type of product you're looking for, I could help you find it."
God damn yes I'm paraphrasing, because the bitch was rubbing me raw with her choice of words and tone.
I struggled to find the words "shampoo" and "conditioner" as txrad simultaneously found my Sap Moss product. Thank God.
Things never did really improve. That gal was just an obnoxious cunt from start to finish.
I already spent over $100 and we asked about the Elixir. It's been discontinued but she still had a small stash in the back. I got one bottle.
We left after I had to show my ID for my purchase and had a slight miscommunication about their buyer incentive program (translation: we screw you; you think you got something, and you did: a good screwin'.)
A short time later we passed by this Beverly Hills-esque boutique from the bowels of SATAN himself, and decided to re-enter. After all, that damn ELIXIR has been discontinued and no replacements of any adequate performance have proven effective, I decided I'd buy two more bottles. They were only $9 and some change.
The bitch did not look happy to see us return to spend more money. Her sidekick associate has the opposite reaction but never opened her mouth on either visit. That's my kind of sales associate. But alas, we were not so lucky.
I announced that I'd like another two bottles of Elixir to the... "sales person" who let out a sigh and trudged to the back room again for two more bottles.
I spent another $19 and something. That bitch acted like she had to work for the transaction.
What is it about living in 2007 that I don't understand? Have these people never had difficulty? Perhaps I should have confessed.
AVEDA: The Art and Science of Pissing Off a Konagod and Making Him Rant Like the Fires of Hell Were Burning His Ass Hairs.
When I walk into a store, I'm often browsing, and want to be unannoyed. When I walk into a store and know exactly what I want, I definitely want to be unannoyed and LEFT THE FUCK ALONE.
Such is not possible at your local neighborhood Simon Properties megafuckingmall.
I was promptly greeted by an ironclad bitch from the depths of hell.
I can't remember her phrase or phrasing, but her attitude was, you don't belong in here now go away.
Bitch. Listen to me. This is why I shop at the Wildflower Salon. They have a similar approach but it's not quite so garish.
I told her I was befuddled and could not remember the name of the product I had come to purchase. This is not an unusual konagod trait, I tend to get befuddled in social situations in FUCKING MEGAMALLS.
Then she got rather condescending on my ass. She said roughly (I'm paraphrasing), "Well, perhaps if you could tell me the type of product you're looking for, I could help you find it."
God damn yes I'm paraphrasing, because the bitch was rubbing me raw with her choice of words and tone.
I struggled to find the words "shampoo" and "conditioner" as txrad simultaneously found my Sap Moss product. Thank God.
Things never did really improve. That gal was just an obnoxious cunt from start to finish.
I already spent over $100 and we asked about the Elixir. It's been discontinued but she still had a small stash in the back. I got one bottle.
We left after I had to show my ID for my purchase and had a slight miscommunication about their buyer incentive program (translation: we screw you; you think you got something, and you did: a good screwin'.)
A short time later we passed by this Beverly Hills-esque boutique from the bowels of SATAN himself, and decided to re-enter. After all, that damn ELIXIR has been discontinued and no replacements of any adequate performance have proven effective, I decided I'd buy two more bottles. They were only $9 and some change.
The bitch did not look happy to see us return to spend more money. Her sidekick associate has the opposite reaction but never opened her mouth on either visit. That's my kind of sales associate. But alas, we were not so lucky.
I announced that I'd like another two bottles of Elixir to the... "sales person" who let out a sigh and trudged to the back room again for two more bottles.
I spent another $19 and something. That bitch acted like she had to work for the transaction.
What is it about living in 2007 that I don't understand? Have these people never had difficulty? Perhaps I should have confessed.
AVEDA: The Art and Science of Pissing Off a Konagod and Making Him Rant Like the Fires of Hell Were Burning His Ass Hairs.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Blog for Choice Day
Today is the 34th anniversary of Roe Vs. Wade and it is just mind-boggling to me that the decision continues to be a lightning rod for most conservatives, not to mention such a polarizing issue in our country. Shakes Sis hadn't even been conceived when the ruling was handed down -- that's even more astonishing.
We have fought to preserve this for years and without a doubt the fight will continue.
From Shakes:
So on we march, from one battle to the next, fighting for the right to choose, to make up our own minds about our bodies and our futures. And in each place, of each new face who believes s/he knows better what's best for us, I hope we ask: I trust women; why don't you?
Also check out Litbrit's 3 Reasons Why I Am Pro-Choice.
And from Pam:
At this stage in the game, even contraception is on the table as pharmacists in many areas of the country can refuse to fill prescriptions for birth control; hospitals have even failed to offer emergency contraception to rape victims.
I support choice. Abortion will never disappear, nor should it. It's often necessary to save the woman's life, and in some cases, it's a decision made because the pregnancy was a result of rape or incest. And yes, often it's simply a woman's choice, for whatever reason, not to give birth. In a free society a woman must always have the freedom to make such a personal choice with her own body.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Dec. 22 is marked on my calendar
Somehow I doubt the Pope will approve. Two peace activitsts have planned a Global Orgasm For Peace on December 22 as an anti-war demonstration.
I don't celebrate the holidays but I do observe the winter solstice. However, I don't recall every celebrating it in this manner. Never one to shy away from a good meditative state, consider me on board for this peace movement.
Crossposted at B3
The Global Orgasm for Peace was conceived by Donna Sheehan, 76, and Paul Reffell, 55, whose immodest goal is for everyone in the world to have an orgasm Dec. 22 while focusing on world peace.
"The orgasm gives out an incredible feeling of peace during it and after it," Reffell said Sunday. "Your mind is like a blank. It's like a meditative state. And mass meditations have been shown to make a change."
The couple are no strangers to sex and social activism. Sheehan, no relation to anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, brought together nearly 50 women in 2002 who stripped naked and spelled out the word "Peace."
I don't celebrate the holidays but I do observe the winter solstice. However, I don't recall every celebrating it in this manner. Never one to shy away from a good meditative state, consider me on board for this peace movement.
Crossposted at B3
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
and they probably weren't even gay!
2 Somalis killed for watching
World Cup.
And Instant Karma is great when it happens. Why doesn't it happen more often? Think of the savings to the taxpayers and the pressure that could be lifted from our overburdened judicial system.
What's the frequency Kenneth?
World Cup.
And Instant Karma is great when it happens. Why doesn't it happen more often? Think of the savings to the taxpayers and the pressure that could be lifted from our overburdened judicial system.
What's the frequency Kenneth?
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