Ummmm... I'm back!?
In all seriousness, I'm back to the blog, at least for now. I have a mega ("hot button issue") rant I'd like to get out of my head, so here I am. But first... holy crap has it really been almost a year since I updated this thing!!!???
Right, to business.
As we're all aware, I'm not a hugely religious person. I'm also liberal, gay and adopted. One of my biggest pet-peeves (aside from having wet hands and people adding a "t" to the end of "across", and a litany of other strange things) is people shoving their religious or political agendas in my face and down my throat. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly OK with you wearing crosses or having political bumper stickers; reading your big black book in public is pushing it, but what the hey, it's freedom and seeing a book being read by someone else never hurt anyone. And I'm all for freedom. Freedom of religion, freedom of speech and free press, freedom to protest and what-have-you. Thing is, when you take your freedom of speech and protest and you use it to push your ideals and religious teachings on unsuspecting, unassuming, non-offending passers-by, I will put my foot down.
This afternoon, on a quiet trip to the hardware store, I was witness (along with half the population of town) to about 100 local Christians (context clues lead me to believe Catholic or Baptist, can't be certain) holding signs along the busiest stretch of one of the main through-fares of town. Signs reading "Abortion Kills Children" and "Adoption is the Kinder Choice" and my personal favorite, "Abortion Hurts Women".
Allow me a snarky, petty response to each of these before I continue.
1. I can see how you believe that fetuses are alive from conception, but how does abortion of a fetus kill pre-existing children? It's a fetus, not a child, children are the ones that run around screaming and biting and such.
2. I actually agree with you here, only there's a problem with your theory: there's too many people having their own babies to adopt all the unwanted ones from accidental pregnancies and unprepared parents. There are simply not enough generous, financially and emotionally stable families available to take care of babies that are born to neglectful or families or parents below the poverty line who can't afford another child.
3. Where are you getting your information!? I mean sure there might be some phyisical discomfort after a woman receives an abortion, but I'm pretty sure that is she made the decision, she's not gonna be hurting too badly, she might even be better off, less stressed and free to resume life as normal. If I were talking to a person and not a ridiculous sign or, by proxy - the humanoid machine thing that wrote the sign, I wouldn't need to bring up abortion of offspring conceived by rape... but I will, just for giggles. In the case of rape, I think that baring and raising the child of the man who made you afraid of everything and completely destroyed any capability you had of trusting another human being, would hurt a woman more than the actual abortion. That fetus is not hers, its a monster's, and that child will likely live a miserable life.
Anyway, let's get back to the big picture here. I know people feel this way, and I have no problem with that. Until it leaks out of their churches or homes and into public streets and politics. Feel however you want to feel about whatever you want, but I don't feel that way, so don't push it on me. You go ahead and preach in your little circle about how every life is sacred and gay people are sinners trying to tempt you to hell, but I don't want to see it or hear it and I definitely don't want to have to vote on it.
OK I lied a little, I'm not 100% ok with people thinking like that, but when they line the streets with pink and blue crosses and make their children stand out in the cold to hold signs with them on a Sunday afternoon, I worry a little bit. I worry that this hatred and intolerance for anything that resembles moving beyond biblical times, this force feeding the"unenlightened", won't end with the older generation. I'm scared to see how those children holding signs this afternoon will turn out.Will they be carbon copies of their parents, or will they be so emotionally scarred from not being able to fit into the mold that's been laid out for them that they just can't handle the world ahead of them?
As far as my personal stance on abortion? That's up to the woman, her partner and her conscience, not any religious group or political party or government. Yes I was adopted. I'm very glad for that, for the life I have now. But if I were someone else right now and my bio parent's had aborted the thing that would have become me, I wouldn't have blamed them or called them sinners or told them they were wrong. They weren't ready to be parents, much less parents of two. I know I wouldn't have been ready for that at 16. They gave me a great life, giving me to parents that were prepared but unable to have children, but I'm one of the lucky ones. The economy is so bad, fewer and fewer families are able to provide decent lives for the children they have, much less bring new ones into an already over populated world.
If there was some under-population crisis, the human race was on the verge of extinction perhaps (if only) then I could see the government having the authority to say that a woman can't get an abortion. But as the world stands at this moment, there are more than enough of us and the only people that have a problem with abortion have no place in political policy, and no place on public streets, pushing their agenda.
I think that's all I have to say for now... I feel much better, and I'm being snuggle attacked by my kitten. :p
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Well, I might as well try.
Try to keep up with blogging and whatnot. :)
For a while I was considering giving it up, but what the heck right?
Anyway, I guess I should catch everyone up... In three days I fly out to PA to start the road trip of a (new) lifetime with Kitten. I've been cleaning and fixing and preparing like mad for weeks and it's finally happening! So much happy! Not to mention that today is our semi- aniversary - 6 months! More happy! We're also having my family's impromptu mini thanksgiving dinner tonight, since we won't be together for the actual day as I will be in PA with Kitten and her family. :)
Anyway, Kitten has her side of our travel blog up and running and I'll get mine going either tonight or tomorrow. Then all I have to do is teach Mom how to find Blogger on her phone so she can keep up with us in our travels, while she's on her road trip to the Grand Canyon.
For a while I was considering giving it up, but what the heck right?
Anyway, I guess I should catch everyone up... In three days I fly out to PA to start the road trip of a (new) lifetime with Kitten. I've been cleaning and fixing and preparing like mad for weeks and it's finally happening! So much happy! Not to mention that today is our semi- aniversary - 6 months! More happy! We're also having my family's impromptu mini thanksgiving dinner tonight, since we won't be together for the actual day as I will be in PA with Kitten and her family. :)
Anyway, Kitten has her side of our travel blog up and running and I'll get mine going either tonight or tomorrow. Then all I have to do is teach Mom how to find Blogger on her phone so she can keep up with us in our travels, while she's on her road trip to the Grand Canyon.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
If the world ends tonight... Dance Party in Hell tomorrow!
In all seriousness... There should be some sort of worldwide dance party/Rave to commemorate the end of the world.
The reason I bring this up is the undeniable fact that the world is quite obviously going to shit. Religious nuts are getting nutty-er, politics are getting worse, we're still at war more or less and despite the fact that gas prices in town are $3.16, the economy is pretty much trash. Now I'm not just talking about politics or government or the economy or what have you, but mother nature herself as well.
Oklahoma, well it's not exactly known for it's seismic activity.In the past three days we've had three "major" earthquakes. I say major only because the normal is nothing, and two 4.7s and a 5.2 are pretty major around here.(my numbers may be very slightly off btw) Needless to say, this is kind of a cause for alarm. Not that there's anything anyone can do about it, but it's just another sign of the big bad. I actually find it quite exhilarating.
The thing about this state that I always seem to forget, is that we're used to big freak storms, tornadoes and hurricane remnants. But when one such freak storm happens following a very nice day and another random 4 point earthquake happens in the middle of that, well, it's not a quieting feeling to say the least. And I really don't get nervous about the weather, so that's saying something.
Now if you don't believe that this is enough evidence to prelude the apocalypse, try this on for size-
This summer, Tornadoes wipe out half a dozen midwestern towns in the span of a week. Then... Oklahoma suffers a horrible drought and Texas practically burns to the ground, while the northern east coast gets hit with a hurricane, causing record rainfall and flooding. Not enough for the east coast? How about a freak snowstorm and freeze leading to massive power outages for almost a week - in October! Correct me if I'm wrong, but all of this in the same year... pretty ominous. At least the west coast seems to have gotten off easy (as far as I know) not that they haven't had their fair share of bad luck in the past.
It's not even just here in the states, Japan got hit so hard this year I'm actually surprised it's still on the map. And I'm sure there's dozens of other global situations that happened this year that I just never heard of (being a person that actively tries to avoid watching the news or reading the paper... not as easy as it sounds)
I'm not someone who believes all the religious bullshit that people spew about the second coming or hell coming to earth or whatnot, but you don't have to believe in god or the devil to realize that some serious shit is fixing to go down on our little blue rock here. Will I be shocked it all ends on 12/21/12 like the Mayans said? Not one bit. Do I read Mayan and know exactly what they said will happen? No, but from what I've heard, they're probably happy they aren't around right now. I'm not saying that I believe that the total annihilation of the planet, I think that the "reset" of the Mayan calender means the exact same thing for the earth, a reset. The factory settings will still be there, but you're gonna have to re-sync your device to get your music back. In other words, all the advances in technology, a large portion of the population, and probably most major cities would get wiped out and we'd start over from the beginning. My hope is that if a situation like this actually happens, the surviving population would work together to preserve itself and throw all of this political bullcrap out with the rest of the world. That's where we went wrong in the first place- one group trying to lay claim to something another group wants, causing separation and disconnect, leading to war, which makes technological advancement necessary, and then we end up here.
I think that's really all the heavy stuff I wanted to lay down... except I really wasn't kidding about a World Wide End Of The World Rave. Make it happen people!
(disclaimer: My facts about timelines and records and Richter scale numbers were not checked before posting, I am not an expert on anything covered in the above post {or anything at all} Also, I am not at all unhappy with life, living or anything of that sort, this is not me being depressed and morbid, I just think the world is falling apart, easy as that.)
The reason I bring this up is the undeniable fact that the world is quite obviously going to shit. Religious nuts are getting nutty-er, politics are getting worse, we're still at war more or less and despite the fact that gas prices in town are $3.16, the economy is pretty much trash. Now I'm not just talking about politics or government or the economy or what have you, but mother nature herself as well.
Oklahoma, well it's not exactly known for it's seismic activity.In the past three days we've had three "major" earthquakes. I say major only because the normal is nothing, and two 4.7s and a 5.2 are pretty major around here.(my numbers may be very slightly off btw) Needless to say, this is kind of a cause for alarm. Not that there's anything anyone can do about it, but it's just another sign of the big bad. I actually find it quite exhilarating.
The thing about this state that I always seem to forget, is that we're used to big freak storms, tornadoes and hurricane remnants. But when one such freak storm happens following a very nice day and another random 4 point earthquake happens in the middle of that, well, it's not a quieting feeling to say the least. And I really don't get nervous about the weather, so that's saying something.
Now if you don't believe that this is enough evidence to prelude the apocalypse, try this on for size-
This summer, Tornadoes wipe out half a dozen midwestern towns in the span of a week. Then... Oklahoma suffers a horrible drought and Texas practically burns to the ground, while the northern east coast gets hit with a hurricane, causing record rainfall and flooding. Not enough for the east coast? How about a freak snowstorm and freeze leading to massive power outages for almost a week - in October! Correct me if I'm wrong, but all of this in the same year... pretty ominous. At least the west coast seems to have gotten off easy (as far as I know) not that they haven't had their fair share of bad luck in the past.
It's not even just here in the states, Japan got hit so hard this year I'm actually surprised it's still on the map. And I'm sure there's dozens of other global situations that happened this year that I just never heard of (being a person that actively tries to avoid watching the news or reading the paper... not as easy as it sounds)
I'm not someone who believes all the religious bullshit that people spew about the second coming or hell coming to earth or whatnot, but you don't have to believe in god or the devil to realize that some serious shit is fixing to go down on our little blue rock here. Will I be shocked it all ends on 12/21/12 like the Mayans said? Not one bit. Do I read Mayan and know exactly what they said will happen? No, but from what I've heard, they're probably happy they aren't around right now. I'm not saying that I believe that the total annihilation of the planet, I think that the "reset" of the Mayan calender means the exact same thing for the earth, a reset. The factory settings will still be there, but you're gonna have to re-sync your device to get your music back. In other words, all the advances in technology, a large portion of the population, and probably most major cities would get wiped out and we'd start over from the beginning. My hope is that if a situation like this actually happens, the surviving population would work together to preserve itself and throw all of this political bullcrap out with the rest of the world. That's where we went wrong in the first place- one group trying to lay claim to something another group wants, causing separation and disconnect, leading to war, which makes technological advancement necessary, and then we end up here.
I think that's really all the heavy stuff I wanted to lay down... except I really wasn't kidding about a World Wide End Of The World Rave. Make it happen people!
(disclaimer: My facts about timelines and records and Richter scale numbers were not checked before posting, I am not an expert on anything covered in the above post {or anything at all} Also, I am not at all unhappy with life, living or anything of that sort, this is not me being depressed and morbid, I just think the world is falling apart, easy as that.)
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Hey guess what?!?!?
Updating from my phone because I'm too lazy to type stuff out on the computer and I want to just lay in bed. :)
Sadly though, typing on my phone keyboard really hurts because my thumb nails are all jacked up and have to be cut down to where the bed is showing, not fun.
I could probably write a whole post on nails and how mine suck, and I probably will, but this isn't going to be it.
What I actually wanted to type about is the fact that there was just an earthquake! In central OK! WTF!!! Ok, so it's not the first earthquake this state's had, not even since I've been here, but I actually felt this one! It made my house shake... It was creepy. My first earthquake. I think I've actually been through three or four, but strangely I always miss them somehow. The last one was while I was in Tulsa and it didn't wake me up until it was over and I just fell right back asleep without noticing anything had happened.
Ya know what... I don't feel like typing anymore and my thumbs hurt. :p that was all I really wanted to comment on, so I'm going to attempt to sleep now and hope the house doesn't decide to collapse on me. Hahaha.
Sadly though, typing on my phone keyboard really hurts because my thumb nails are all jacked up and have to be cut down to where the bed is showing, not fun.
I could probably write a whole post on nails and how mine suck, and I probably will, but this isn't going to be it.
What I actually wanted to type about is the fact that there was just an earthquake! In central OK! WTF!!! Ok, so it's not the first earthquake this state's had, not even since I've been here, but I actually felt this one! It made my house shake... It was creepy. My first earthquake. I think I've actually been through three or four, but strangely I always miss them somehow. The last one was while I was in Tulsa and it didn't wake me up until it was over and I just fell right back asleep without noticing anything had happened.
Ya know what... I don't feel like typing anymore and my thumbs hurt. :p that was all I really wanted to comment on, so I'm going to attempt to sleep now and hope the house doesn't decide to collapse on me. Hahaha.
posted from Bloggeroid
Friday, October 28, 2011
The "Do Not Understand" List
I've decided to make a list of things I don't understand. It will be a short list to start with but I think I will add to it in particularly labeled posts (rather than going back and editing this post every time, where no one would see it.) The idea of this list will be to have mini-rants over topics that don't make sense to me. Pointless little things that have too short of an argument for a full blog post. These things will be put down as I think of them, so there will be no defined order or sequence to the list. This way, I can rant about these minor yet valid things and not waste everyone's time with tiny blog posts ( I feel like it's not worth reading if it's too short... like it's dying right when you get interested if it's like that... I don't know... don't look at me like that! o.O)
And so, The Do Not Understand List:
1. Memorial stickers on cars:
Sure this seems like a great idea, but for some reason every time I see a car window with "in memory of so and so" all I can think is "why would you put that on your car you doorpost?!" Anyway... I know it seems like an odd thing for someone with a memorial tattoo to get peeved over, but I feel like there's a fairly substantial difference between tattoos and car decals. The first difference being that I feel like it's more personal or even respectful to put a person's memory on your skin, they become part of you, something you (hopefully) respect and take care of, whereas a car, much less likely to be taken care of as well. sure some people take really good care of their cars, but really now, I love my car, but I love my body more, I'm not gonna have my car tucked in bed while I sit out in a parking lot or a driveway in a hailstorm. Just how it is. Second thing, you might have gone to a lot of trouble to pick out the font and the clip art to send to the decal making company or whatever, but it's still just clip art and a standard font, it's not all that personal. People who get memorial tattoos typically get something hand designed, either by themselves of by an artist for them, it's unique and symbolic. I'm sure I could go over that bit better, but I'll leave it there. My last thing on this is - It's your car! How're you ever going to sell that thing when it says "Rest In Peace Fido" on the back window?
2. The dictionary:
This just came to me actually as I was typing the above mini rant. My computer's spell check wanted to make "Doofus" into "doorpost" so I let it because I find it amusing. But then I got to thinking, why isn't Doofus a recognized word? I mean Homer Simpson's "D'oh" is in the dictionary for Mothers sake! The dictionary people are adding all sorts of stupid words that shouldn't be part of the English language and they can't add Doofus? I guess I'll just have to call people Doorpost from now on.
3. This thing...
What I don't quite understand is why I kinda want one... but what I really don't understand is how is that half potato? I see the bear, but other than that, it kinda reminds me strangely of the Tooth Fairies in Hellboy 2...
Well I think that's it for now folks, I'll think of more confusing things soon I'm sure. I think I'll also make different lists and update them the same way, let me know what you think.
Friday, October 21, 2011
The Toby Dog
Today I lost my dog for the second time in as many months. This time was much worse than the last time for a few reasons. One being I actually knew he was missing before he was found, and two, he's recently been diagnosed with epilepsy and needs medicine twice a day.
Toby is pretty much my best friend and I've realized recently how lost I would be without him. He's my baby, I raised him from a puppy, he was there for me when my dad died, ( I held onto the poor boy for hours that night) he's always so excited to see me weather I've been away at college for months or upstairs in my room for an hour. He's the best dog I could ever ask for even though a lot of the time I want to kick him in the face for being so frustrating.
A few weeks ago I came downstairs to find my boy seizing on the back porch. I went outside to try and help but he didn't know who I was and tried to run away from me. It was a knife in my heart. He eventually came around I got him to the vet where they kept him for a few nights. they sent him home to me with the diagnosis of epilepsy and a prescription of twice daily medicine for the rest of his life. Now I know what parents with sick children really feel like. You can't spontaneously go out for a night or a weekend, you're always watching for the slightest change in behavior or mood or appetite. And when they disappear even for a few hours, you feel like the world has stopped turning. I get up every morning to give him his meds and feel so guilty if I take an extra hour for myself to sleep in. Every night, the same thing.
And then things like today happen. He goes missing from the yard and I mount a frantic search to find him before medicine time, knowing that his life depends on me bringing him home. After about two hours or so I found him wandering around on the other side of the neighborhood. I called to him and ran towards him but again he didn't recognize me. When I reached him he backed up a few steps and whined a little bit before he let me reach out to pet him. He must of remembered me pretty quick though because he was just fine in a few minutes and followed me home, but he was slow and quiet, not his usual excitable self.I know he must have gotten into someone's food somewhere along his adventure because he was stuffed full, his stomach was drum tight, so at least I know he wasn't starving. I'm not sure if he had another seizure while he was out, but his behavior was just like before when he came too - dazed, confused, sluggish and clumsy. It's so hard to see him like that and not know what happened. Is it just a reaction to the trauma of being lost? Did he seize? Did he eat something that made him sick? So many things could have gone wrong, all because he somehow got out of the yard (still a total mystery).
Toby is pretty much my best friend and I've realized recently how lost I would be without him. He's my baby, I raised him from a puppy, he was there for me when my dad died, ( I held onto the poor boy for hours that night) he's always so excited to see me weather I've been away at college for months or upstairs in my room for an hour. He's the best dog I could ever ask for even though a lot of the time I want to kick him in the face for being so frustrating.
A few weeks ago I came downstairs to find my boy seizing on the back porch. I went outside to try and help but he didn't know who I was and tried to run away from me. It was a knife in my heart. He eventually came around I got him to the vet where they kept him for a few nights. they sent him home to me with the diagnosis of epilepsy and a prescription of twice daily medicine for the rest of his life. Now I know what parents with sick children really feel like. You can't spontaneously go out for a night or a weekend, you're always watching for the slightest change in behavior or mood or appetite. And when they disappear even for a few hours, you feel like the world has stopped turning. I get up every morning to give him his meds and feel so guilty if I take an extra hour for myself to sleep in. Every night, the same thing.
And then things like today happen. He goes missing from the yard and I mount a frantic search to find him before medicine time, knowing that his life depends on me bringing him home. After about two hours or so I found him wandering around on the other side of the neighborhood. I called to him and ran towards him but again he didn't recognize me. When I reached him he backed up a few steps and whined a little bit before he let me reach out to pet him. He must of remembered me pretty quick though because he was just fine in a few minutes and followed me home, but he was slow and quiet, not his usual excitable self.I know he must have gotten into someone's food somewhere along his adventure because he was stuffed full, his stomach was drum tight, so at least I know he wasn't starving. I'm not sure if he had another seizure while he was out, but his behavior was just like before when he came too - dazed, confused, sluggish and clumsy. It's so hard to see him like that and not know what happened. Is it just a reaction to the trauma of being lost? Did he seize? Did he eat something that made him sick? So many things could have gone wrong, all because he somehow got out of the yard (still a total mystery).
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Adventures in CrazyLand
As much as I don't want this blog to become my YouTube Vlogs, I'm going to re-cap my weekend thus far just because I feel like it. (And hope I don't fall into the habit of doing this whenever I'm bored and feel like I haven't done a post in a while)
And so, without further ado or nonsensical wordage... My Adventure into Crazyland: There will be Ponies!
Thursday night at school, we took our Mock State Board test. Talk about stress. So between sections My buddy and I decided we needed to go out after class and get drunk to celebrate finishing the Hell test. And thus the journey to Crazyland started. But actually, before we started the journey my whole class (led by my teacher) decided to play a really cruel prank on me and hide my combs (which I had only just become reunited with after they were stolen from my station by high schoolers) Needless to say, I was not pleased.
But anyway, I got the combs back, vowed vengeance on the lot of them and went home. I played with my MetalClay crap (see previous post) then got ready and was picked up by my buddy and her Boy.
Our first stop in Crazyland was three lime beers and an unlimited jukebox at a near empty bar then Pitas in the middle of a massive crowd of drunken co-eds. Then home, more MetalClay, disappointment, then sleep.
Friday: Much cleaning insued in preparation for my friend's arrival for an extended sleep over in Crazyland. So my friend (who shall henceforth be known as Nerd for sake of anonymity and by coincidence of an almost perfect anagram and accurate description) arrived late in the evening and we had a wild party for the remainder of the night.
Not really. Where you see "had a wild party" please read as the following:
After talking to Kitten for a while and having many a laugh about mine and Nerd's crazy and long past history, I decided to sculpt figurines out of Sculpy. Not just any figurines, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic figurines. specifically, Rainbow Dash.
And when I say I decided, I mean to say that Nerd made me.
Then there was much squeeing when this came out as the final result.
The next morning I was awoken by multiple frantic text messages from my mother telling me to medicate the epileptic dog.
One this was done, Nerd and I took a trip to the craft store. There, we got lost, got fun stuff and almost broke some equally fun stuff.
After arriving home, another pony had to be sculpted. And thus Rainbow got a friend. AppleJack!
Spike was also created, but I'm not really proud of him, so he's not going to be shown off.
In case no one has noticed, I am indeed a Brony (unless grown woman can't be bronies... But I think they can) I shall save my rant about my love of ponies for another time however. That was pretty much the extent of yesterday. Crazyland has lots of ponies.
As far as today goes, Nerd and I are multitasking. We have Sucker Punch playing and she's on Tumbler while I'm blogging. It's rather awesome here in Crazyland.
And so, without further ado or nonsensical wordage... My Adventure into Crazyland: There will be Ponies!
Thursday night at school, we took our Mock State Board test. Talk about stress. So between sections My buddy and I decided we needed to go out after class and get drunk to celebrate finishing the Hell test. And thus the journey to Crazyland started. But actually, before we started the journey my whole class (led by my teacher) decided to play a really cruel prank on me and hide my combs (which I had only just become reunited with after they were stolen from my station by high schoolers) Needless to say, I was not pleased.
But anyway, I got the combs back, vowed vengeance on the lot of them and went home. I played with my MetalClay crap (see previous post) then got ready and was picked up by my buddy and her Boy.
Our first stop in Crazyland was three lime beers and an unlimited jukebox at a near empty bar then Pitas in the middle of a massive crowd of drunken co-eds. Then home, more MetalClay, disappointment, then sleep.
Friday: Much cleaning insued in preparation for my friend's arrival for an extended sleep over in Crazyland. So my friend (who shall henceforth be known as Nerd for sake of anonymity and by coincidence of an almost perfect anagram and accurate description) arrived late in the evening and we had a wild party for the remainder of the night.
Not really. Where you see "had a wild party" please read as the following:
After talking to Kitten for a while and having many a laugh about mine and Nerd's crazy and long past history, I decided to sculpt figurines out of Sculpy. Not just any figurines, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic figurines. specifically, Rainbow Dash.
Then there was much squeeing when this came out as the final result.
The next morning I was awoken by multiple frantic text messages from my mother telling me to medicate the epileptic dog.
One this was done, Nerd and I took a trip to the craft store. There, we got lost, got fun stuff and almost broke some equally fun stuff.
Spike was also created, but I'm not really proud of him, so he's not going to be shown off.
In case no one has noticed, I am indeed a Brony (unless grown woman can't be bronies... But I think they can) I shall save my rant about my love of ponies for another time however. That was pretty much the extent of yesterday. Crazyland has lots of ponies.
As far as today goes, Nerd and I are multitasking. We have Sucker Punch playing and she's on Tumbler while I'm blogging. It's rather awesome here in Crazyland.
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