Just Some Things I Got In Trouble For As A Kid
just some things I got in trouble for as a kid
Accidentally stepping on a classmate's foot because I was afraid of some of the older girls so I moved quickly out of the way.
Helping a girl who got sand in her eyes to escape the center of a sand fight that broke out on the playground. The girl was normally an instigator of that kind of thing, but not that time; she truly was hurt and scared and crying and disoriented. I also got in trouble later for telling the truth about it, that it wasn't her fault that time.
Being interested in the Titanic. My immigrant teachers only knew about the Titanic as a "filthy" movie, so they assumed I was reading trashy smut. I was actually reading boring non-fiction about a ship.
Writing an honest and well-researched report about Ronald Reagan. My teacher said I shouldn't have picked a president I would criticize. I didn't pick him, my dad forced me to pick him because he worships Reagan.
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Went to Costco for my updated booster+flu shot. Pharmacist asks me if I've had any vaccines in the past 4 weeks. Yes, I reply. Which one, she asks? Monkeypox, baby 🏳️🌈
fun little Stray musical Easter egg
so I was poking around for more info on the composer for Stray. IMDB?
ok, cool. but I want to know more. to the personal site!
so charmingly minimal, but I want to know even more. Twitter?
wait a minute. where do I know that screen name from?
*gasp*
No, autocorrect. I actually did mean "discrete", not "discreet". This isn't 2009, and I am not a married man posting personal ads on the sly on Craigslist.
I have a theory.
The Right thinks that DEI/affirmative action/etc. elevates mediocrity because of the dismal quality of their own tokens.
Look no further than the fashion designers, musicians, filmmakers, actors, drag performers, and other, ahem, "creative" types who went MAGA for proof, especially the queer and/or non-white among them. They're tiny-ass, undistinguished fish in ponds so small and undisturbed by talent that they're not even qualified to be tempests in teacups.
[ not a super specific spoiler for the Ori and the Blind Forest or Ori and the Will of the Wisps, though if you've played neither but plan to and want to go in fresh, don't read this ]
The Ori game creators, probably: By the end of this, you're gonna cry so hard about a traumatized owl.
Me: I did, oh I did.
The Ori game creators: Just wait until you finish this sequel though lmao
The Ori game creators: You're gonna cry twice as hard *at least*.
Me: Oh, because there are two traumatized owls to be devastated about?
The Ori game creators: Well, there are two owls, but.
Me: You mean--
The Ori game creators: (;
Maybe I'm just too Elevatorgate/Gamergate poisoned but
Is it just me or have people suddenly started using "the x of y" instead of "y's x" more? It comes off as so stilted to me.
In honor of the ratio we celebrate today, let me tell you about the day I first learnt of its existence. It was the 90's. I was attending a religious elementary school in West Covina at the time. Yes, it's a real city. Rachel Bloom didn't make it up for Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.
At this very real school in a very real place, I had been absent the day before. I don't know if I had been sick or if it was a family thing, but whatever it was, I had missed a lesson. So when my math teacher kept referring to a term I'd never heard before, I figured I would look it up later, no big deal. There was a glossary in the back of the book that was usually very helpful.
It wasn't helpful that day, though. I spent way too long trying out different spellings for the term my teacher had been using. It couldn't have been more than 10 pages of terms and definitions, and I was an advanced reader, yet I couldn't hunt the term down. I eventually gave up.
The math teacher was warm, lovely woman with a very heavy Jordanian accent. If you know anything about Arabic accents, well, then you'll understand what had happened.
And that's why I can truthfully say that I unsuccessfully tried to look up the word "bi" in a math book while I was a pupil at an Islamic institution called Straight Way School.
π Happy Pi Day, everyone π
My former foster kitty Mavis (née Duchess) was incredibly cruel with her affections. Every time I would bring a big strong paper bag home for her benefit, she would fall in love with its crinkly noises. Then, she would use it and use it until the bag had no crinkles left, at which point she'd become bored and leave it alone. There it would sit, reduced to a sad lonely life of uselessness.
Alas, poor shopping bags, destroyed by love and then abandoned.
