RUNAWAY TRUCK RAMP

Bayonetta 2 (along with the definitive edition of Bayonetta 1) releases this Friday on Wii U. I think I’m going to take some time off and get reacquainted with everyone’s favorite witch.

As a Millennial, I am happily part of the paperless economy. If you want money from me and accept credit, Square, PayPal, or most other means of electronic transfer, no problem. However, if you need cash from me, you’re probably going to be out of luck.

With that in mind, I generally can’t help out beggars even if I want to. I can’t give you spare change that I don’t have.

Which is probably why I scrounged up what little change I happened to have to give to a man who was standing on the corner asking for money. As I waited for Em to run her half-marathon, I sat and watched a young man approach countless people only to be rejected every time. I’m sure there were some who didn’t give because they couldn’t and others because they didn’t want to, but either way, the end result was the same. Having no cash on my person, I went back to my car and grabbed a handful of quarters and gave to the man.

He thanked me profusely and proceeded to tell me his story. He told me that he was HIV positive and that he needed the money to help pay the $20 cost for a monthly dose of medicine. Apparently there’s a co-op that helps with shelter and medicine for the homeless in the area. Whether all of his story was true or not, I don’t know - nor do I really care. I don’t want to say that I hope that it was true, because the reality he presented wasn’t much better than the possible fiction I constructed in my head. I gave honestly and earnestly, what he does with it from there is up to him. I only hope that he is able to leverage my handful of quarters into something slightly better.

fycharleston:

Evening in Shem CreekMount Pleasant, SC 

Red’s Ice House is always a good time.

fycharleston:

Evening in Shem Creek
Mount Pleasant, SC 

Red’s Ice House is always a good time.

Half-Marathon no. 2! (For Em, not me. I’m just here for support :) ) (at Bull City Race Fest & Food Truck Rodeo)

Half-Marathon no. 2! (For Em, not me. I’m just here for support :) ) (at Bull City Race Fest & Food Truck Rodeo)

Sittin outside, waiting on @arcadiatiger to get all checked in for her half-marathon tomorrow. (at Durham Convention Center - Triangle Caregivers Conference)

Sittin outside, waiting on @arcadiatiger to get all checked in for her half-marathon tomorrow. (at Durham Convention Center - Triangle Caregivers Conference)

Around two months ago, I made the conscious decision to “be more social.” Now it’s not as if I’m some sort of antisocial wallflower - far from it actually. It’s just that for the last three years or so, I made the decision to not really go out and meet people in the city that I live in. (I made that distinction for a reason. I’m weird, I know.) Anyways, a lot has changed in the past two months. Thanks to work contacts, twitter, my kickball team, and the handful of folks we actually knew beforehand, Em and I have found ourselves connected to a few different groups of people across town. As our network has grown, I’ve been repeatedly surprised by one fact - for a city with almost 300,000 people, it’s really “small.” For better or worse, everyone knows everyone. I guess part of that is due to the boxes we all wound up checking off. Currently between the ages of 25 and 40? Check. College graduate? Check. Some semblance of purpose in life? Check. No kids? Check. Being fans of alcohol earned us another box.
After being a self-imposed hermit for so long, this new social situation is weird, but nice. If nothing else, it keeps our calendar fairly full. We’re never at a loss for folks to watch football and drink beers with, so I can’t complain. Especially not when unexpected gifts are included.

Around two months ago, I made the conscious decision to “be more social.” Now it’s not as if I’m some sort of antisocial wallflower - far from it actually. It’s just that for the last three years or so, I made the decision to not really go out and meet people in the city that I live in. (I made that distinction for a reason. I’m weird, I know.) Anyways, a lot has changed in the past two months. Thanks to work contacts, twitter, my kickball team, and the handful of folks we actually knew beforehand, Em and I have found ourselves connected to a few different groups of people across town. As our network has grown, I’ve been repeatedly surprised by one fact - for a city with almost 300,000 people, it’s really “small.” For better or worse, everyone knows everyone. I guess part of that is due to the boxes we all wound up checking off. Currently between the ages of 25 and 40? Check. College graduate? Check. Some semblance of purpose in life? Check. No kids? Check. Being fans of alcohol earned us another box.

After being a self-imposed hermit for so long, this new social situation is weird, but nice. If nothing else, it keeps our calendar fairly full. We’re never at a loss for folks to watch football and drink beers with, so I can’t complain. Especially not when unexpected gifts are included.

Yeah, I just purchased Garth Brooks tickets. Floor seats at that. What about it?
And I’m going to a NASCAR race in a week’s time.
I…I…I don’t even know who I am anymore.

Yeah, I just purchased Garth Brooks tickets. Floor seats at that. What about it?

And I’m going to a NASCAR race in a week’s time.

I…I…I don’t even know who I am anymore.


Off we go

Off we go

Everything’s awful and you’re all jerks.

treebourbon:

This is what I’d like to write all over social media but someone would take it seriously and then I’d be forced to explain that I don’t mean everyone but that there are a lot of you who are jerks.

I spent way too long arguing about Ebola last night. Then talking to part of my class about it. Basically attempting to stem the rising panic.

Here’s what’s to know.

  • Ebola’s not airborne. The researcher who suggested it could become airborne stipulated that it would take multiple evolutions. He was saying in the future it could become airborne. No that it has. Or that it will.
  • To get Ebola you have to come into significant contact with someone’s bodily fluids. Clean up after their piss or shit, wipe up blood, have unprotected sex with them. Possibly lick their sweat and/or tears. The disease is running rampant in West Africa in part because so many of the ill are cared for at home. They are also buried by families. Or had been until governments swooped down and began taking over burials. Ebola is still contagious after a person dies. Care giving and burial work pose immediate threats to those touching the body as well as those the caregivers come into intimate contact with. 
  • There is no real treatment. They take you into the hospital and treat what symptoms they can and pump you full of fluids. A pretty enormous indicator of how well you’ll do is how healthy you are before you got sick. If you are not malnourished and your immune system works then you stand a pretty good chance of surviving. Those who are being decimated in Africa aren’t always in the best of health before they contract the disease.
  • The United States has a pretty solid public health organization. We have air conditioned hospitals. We have hazmat suits and disinfectant. Many of the hospitals in West Africa don’t have doctors, let alone rubber gloves or A/C.

Please, for the love of god privileged Americans, stop freaking out. There is no outbreak here. Not yet. Could one develop? Maybe? But I have faith that the CDC and other public health officials are doing what they can to contain any outbreak that might happen. 

52,000 people died in the United States of flu last year. Freak the fuck out over that. Freak out over whooping cough. Freak out over goddam measles. 

Not Ebola.

UNLESS … you are freaking out about the outbreak in West Africa. Nations there are being devastated. Political systems could be upset by this disease. Social and cultural practices are being upset.

Ebola is a crisis there. It is not one here.

That’s my Ebola rant. There are others but I’m too tired to type them.

I am just so exhausted by close-minded people who are so ready to fear anything different — women, Blacks, immigrants, Ebola, Muslims — that they run around screaming the “Sky is falling!” while their own wages are falling, their children’s schools are failing, and the cost of food is rising.

Fear is no way to solve anything. 

Rosie for President.

sabubu91:

rideitslut:

rural-mom:

stonecoldstunning:

men took my little pony away from us girls so us teen girls are takin pro wrestling fuck yall just try n stop us

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have fun fetishizing the shit out of *real life* celebrities. it actually makes the people who sexualize the shit out of children’s cartoons seem normal.

did you just imply being attracted to actual real human males isn’t normal but wanting to fuck cartoon horses is

I need to reblog this again because it still makes me laugh

The Internet is a weird place.