Trailer for a forthcoming documentary calley Second Class Citizens. Kinda can’t wait to see it.
UPDATE: Evidently the filmmaker is still trying to raise funds to get this feature-length documentary made. If you’re so inclined to help out, you can donate here.
After 24 hours of travel, I think I could use a romantic massage. Good morning, Cambodia. Off to Siem Reap and Angkor Wat this afternoon. Vacation is starting off a success!
This cup is called “Dark Magic.”
Happy Christmas.
5:30 am. Bruce’s sister and her husband gave us a Keurig single-cup coffee maker for Christmas. In all honestly, it’s the only thing keeping me alive right now.
But it’s not strong enough.
The flight attendants on Korean Air don’t know what they have comin’.
At 8 am our taxi is scheduled to arrive to take us to the airport to leave for Cambodia; flight departs at 11:30 am.
I’m trying to pull an all nighter so that i sleep immediately when we board the plane, and so that my clock is already reset when we arrive.
I’m strugglin’. This is my sexy look.
Kids these days…
So I think I’ve reached the age when I just don’t understand kids, and this worries me in the context of Bruce and I could really become parents any day now.
When I was 19-23, if somebody had come to me and said, “Look, I’ll pay you $500 to live in my house, drive my car, and make sure my dog doesn’t die for 2 weeks,” I would’ve felt like I’d won the lottery. Hell, $500 was almost two weeks salary for me until I turned 26.
We’ve now asked two kids, ages 19 and 22, and one of them a relative, to house/dogsit while we’re on vacation in a couple of weeks, and both turned us down, and not because they were going to be out of town for the holiday but just because earning $500 to live in our house and make sure Leo doesn’t die for 2 weeks is just too much responsibility.
My hand to God, even if I have a million dollars when baby comes, I will raise him or her thinking we’re paupers because I’m convinced that’s the only way to instill some character and a sense of responsibility in a kid.
I’ve got a hot meat feature for ya. How’s that for family values?
Two things:
Bruce turned on Drop Dead Gorgeous at 10 pm, knowing full well I wouldn’t be able to not watch one of the funniest movies from the last 2 decades straight through, instead of carrying out my original plan to read the Wikipedia post on ferrets until I fell asleep around 10:30.
And 2, did you know that one would call a group of ferrets a “business”?
Western black rhino declared extinct - No wild black rhinos remain in West Africa, according to the latest global assessment of threatened species.
Human beings are dicks. I tried really hard to think of something more thoughtful to write about this tragedy, but that’s really all I could come up with. Human beings are dicks.
(Source: bringtheruckuss)
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I need to get on the ball today, but I am emotionally incapable of not procrastinating. I keep telling myself that if I want to be done with work this afternoon and be able to enjoy at least part of this day, I need to plow through this book. My mind understands, but my heart says no.
how i am treating trick-or-treaters this year
Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
In my hood, that business would be emptied into one bag. Gone.
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Ok, but seriously…
If your child is in a stroller and is too young to come to my door and say something that approximates “trick-or-treat,” they don’t qualify for Halloween candy. Be honest, fatties. You’re just trying to either get candy for your older child/children or for yourself.
Obviously this doesn’t apply to children with disabilities, but these parents know what they’re doing.
I see your 3 month old back there sleeping in the stroller. Candy ain’t cheap.
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