to do list

-- sleep

-- wake up from said sleep, shorted because it's off at 0600 this am and not wanting to blow entire day sleeping cuz then "weekend" is totally frelled

-- carve out time to work on "zero-dark-thirty"

-- have to put in 30 hours of ot in my days off somewhere

-- am supposed to go to Vegas

-- am supposed to kick it with friend in from phoenix

-- must do laundry before it revolts and burns the house down

-- ditto the yard

-- give pualaridesagain a call sign

so yeah, that's my weekend. oy.

to do list

-- sleep

-- wake up from said sleep, shorted because it's off at 0600 this am and not wanting to blow entire day sleeping cuz then "weekend" is totally frelled

-- carve out time to work on "zero-dark-thirty"

-- have to put in 30 hours of ot in my days off somewhere

-- am supposed to go to Vegas

-- am supposed to kick it with friend in from phoenix

-- must do laundry before it revolts and burns the house down

-- ditto the yard

-- give pualaridesagain a call sign

so yeah, that's my weekend. oy.

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Soderberg: Well, I think, you know, as a Democrat, you don't want anything nice to happen to the Republicans, and you don't want them to have progress. But as an American, you hope good things would happen.

that, is why you fail. /Yoda

you not recognizing that those two statements are utterly contradictory, and you not recognizing that blocking the other party at every turn is not a legitimate party platform is why you got your asses kicked in November. it has nothing to do with the so-called religious conservative vote, which hadn't increased in numbers from the previous election. it was average Americans sick of the bullshit and wishing their representatives would actually, you know, represent *them*.

Soderberg: There's always hope that this might not work.[Lebanon and the Middle East.]

hey guys? get off my side, mmkay? thanks. because legitimately hoping a country's attempt to throw off their oppressors will fail because of your politics is bullshit. that kind of person doesn't deserve to live in this country. seriously. i hear Cuba's nice this time of year, and you know, they have 100% literacy.


Dear Democratic Party Elite,

get it the fuck together. this country well and truly needs you. seriously.

love,

a Republican




link here.

(no subject)

Soderberg: Well, I think, you know, as a Democrat, you don't want anything nice to happen to the Republicans, and you don't want them to have progress. But as an American, you hope good things would happen.

that, is why you fail. /Yoda

you not recognizing that those two statements are utterly contradictory, and you not recognizing that blocking the other party at every turn is not a legitimate party platform is why you got your asses kicked in November. it has nothing to do with the so-called religious conservative vote, which hadn't increased in numbers from the previous election. it was average Americans sick of the bullshit and wishing their representatives would actually, you know, represent *them*.

Soderberg: There's always hope that this might not work.[Lebanon and the Middle East.]

hey guys? get off my side, mmkay? thanks. because legitimately hoping a country's attempt to throw off their oppressors will fail because of your politics is bullshit. that kind of person doesn't deserve to live in this country. seriously. i hear Cuba's nice this time of year, and you know, they have 100% literacy.


Dear Democratic Party Elite,

get it the fuck together. this country well and truly needs you. seriously.

love,

a Republican




link here.

(no subject)

My mother tells me the last thing he was talking to his nurse about right before he went to sleep was me - about how I was graduating in May, about how I had plans for the law school and the Navy, about how I was going to move to Maine to be closer to them this summer. I wish he could have seen me graduate.

the day i got the phone call from the hospital to come, while there was still time, i had insisted on working grave overtime, partly because i wanted something to do as i knew i wouldn't have been able to sleep. got off at 0600 and got woken up by the phone call at around 1030. the drive was, odd. i moved rapidly, and yet didn't hurry. i knew what was coming and yet i didn't cry on the hour drive there. my mind was, almost quite literally blank.

i walked in the hospital, got in the elevator, walked down the hallway, walked into the room. i remember my peripheral vision noted the looks of sympathy from the nurse's station, right outside Larry's room. my brother was standing next to my mom, she closest to the head of the bed, on the opposite side from the door. i heard my brother tell Larry to look, that i was there. i said something, although i don't remember what. i was there maybe 2 minutes, maybe, and he finally let go and died. he'd apparently been unaccountably holding on for a couple of hours and they couldn't figure out why. we knew why. *i* knew why.

I wish he could have seen me graduate.

he will, sweetness. he will.

(no subject)

My mother tells me the last thing he was talking to his nurse about right before he went to sleep was me - about how I was graduating in May, about how I had plans for the law school and the Navy, about how I was going to move to Maine to be closer to them this summer. I wish he could have seen me graduate.

the day i got the phone call from the hospital to come, while there was still time, i had insisted on working grave overtime, partly because i wanted something to do as i knew i wouldn't have been able to sleep. got off at 0600 and got woken up by the phone call at around 1030. the drive was, odd. i moved rapidly, and yet didn't hurry. i knew what was coming and yet i didn't cry on the hour drive there. my mind was, almost quite literally blank.

i walked in the hospital, got in the elevator, walked down the hallway, walked into the room. i remember my peripheral vision noted the looks of sympathy from the nurse's station, right outside Larry's room. my brother was standing next to my mom, she closest to the head of the bed, on the opposite side from the door. i heard my brother tell Larry to look, that i was there. i said something, although i don't remember what. i was there maybe 2 minutes, maybe, and he finally let go and died. he'd apparently been unaccountably holding on for a couple of hours and they couldn't figure out why. we knew why. *i* knew why.

I wish he could have seen me graduate.

he will, sweetness. he will.