you know, there are gay moose too

  • Nov. 4th, 2009 at 1:46 PM
femmealunettes: (FAIL! : Rachel Maddow)
Oh, Maine. Why did you make New England less awesome? You are full of suck. :(

yeah I basically only found out about that via that overwhelming non-response by my flist. I'm sure if it had gone the other way, the rejoicing would have been vociferous and plentiful, but... I guess we're not going to find out.

:( And every other state that had any kind of initiative for equal rights also failed, except for Washington and Kalamazoo, MI (which is a fun name to say out loud). What the fuck, country?

it's not easy being green

  • Jun. 16th, 2009 at 3:15 AM
femmealunettes: (deep thought. : Sinfest)
William Shatner writes AU teen!Kirk and Spock fanfiction.



There are so many more serious things going on in the world right now, but I am honestly unable to process them in any coherent manner. All I get is anger, depression, the feeling that hopelessness might drown out hope.

I'm going to assume everyone has seen the post going around from [livejournal.com profile] one_hoopy_frood. My reposting won't make a difference; it's pointless to turn an entire flist into the same vital but identical post. The pictures coming into different sources are by turns inspiring and terrifying and nauseating-- how can people do this to other people?

The night looks darkest before the dawn, but it's been pretty dark for a long, long time. I'm not big on prayer, but I'm praying now, because that is all I can do.

I'm not sure if this is, or how long this will be, a viable way to assist, but here are directions on how to set up a proxy for citizens of Iran.

No words I can find can describe this.

flames. on the sides of my face.

  • Nov. 4th, 2008 at 11:28 AM
femmealunettes: (don't forget to breathe : Gabriel Gray)
Okay! Not only am I not watching news until much later, I am not talking to my parents for as long as I possibly can. The one exception I will make is if my mom wants to watch more Heroes.

Seriously? They just called me "naive" for telling them about problems at polling places in PA. Yeah, guys, of course the voting process is protected. No one would ever be able to intimidate or disenfranchise voters. And in no way shape or form would any polling place be broadcasting right wing radio while voters came in to do their civic duty.

...except, all of those? Before NOON, for god's sake?

I really can't wait until tonight. My mom thinks she's rubbing McCain's win in my face preemptively? Oh, I am going to show her what hope looks like when it gets proven out by the popular vote. HOPE, baby. Not meanness, not spite, not incompetence or ignorance or greed. HOPE.

And now I am going to download porn and go read some more. (Sendspace sucks, people should upload somewhere better -_-)

awesome is as awesome says it is

  • Oct. 22nd, 2008 at 1:26 PM
femmealunettes: (Barack's milkshake--> McCain to the yard)
and I am pretty awesome. xD

But even more awe-inspiring is John McCain's use of the worst word evar. No, not that one. I'm talking about cunt. (Pipe down, boys. Not that way.)

I almost never embed video, so indulge me on this-- and watch them if you want a laugh. :D

Apparently, in 1992 McCain called his wife a cunt in front of a group of reporters. Why isn't anyone reporting about this? Probably because you can't say cunt on TV. But this, my friends, is the internet. (obviously, the following is not safe for work.)



Even better is the slip of the tongue McCain made just today. (3 seconds long.)



So he's old, he's not healthy, he's vaguely senile, temperamental, AND he drops the c-bomb. I wonder if that would change my mom's opinion. xD

May. 23rd, 2008

  • 10:08 PM
femmealunettes: (fail FTW : Sinfest)
....is it bad that I find Keith Olbermann smoking hot when he's pissed off? Mrow.

Regarding Hillary Clinton and the whole assassination remark, I have to say that I completely expected this eventually, not in this context but in some form. Her whole campaign has been about undermining Obama and not proving her own worth as a candidate, and I will be pretty much amazed if she wins California (which she already did way to go me any more states-- amazed and dismayed.

I've brought up the fear of Obama being targeted, not by political attacks but by some pissed-off American with a gun, not in my journal but in conversations with friends. And it was entirely in the context of fear, dread, "there but for the grace of god" thinking, and it's sickening that she's hanging on hope that something terrible should happen to him.

I don't think I've talked politics in my journal for a long time. I couldn't keep quiet about this, though.

I'm sorry I can't know you today

  • Feb. 29th, 2008 at 11:30 PM
femmealunettes: (sick of it and of you : Torchwood)
Oh... it's Friday. I forgot about that. ._.

You know how sometimes you go back to look at old RP logs, and sometimes you find out that the community has been deleted (in a fit of spite) and you can't go back no matter how you want to remember what was going on there? Man, I hate that. -_- Whatever, Olbermann is going up on the Big Wall of Ex-PBs anyway. He was there however briefly, and it was entertaining. Over three years ago. Dear god, I am old and pitiful. I remember when I could spend 18 hours just going at RP and pausing for food and barely for sleep... now I can't even stick to a game for more than a week.

I don't know if i miss being like that. It was fun, but that was right about when I started seriously losing it, and doing things like flunking and getting stupidly attached to the people behind the characters and then came backbiting and infighting and all that soul-crushing stuff.

No, I don't miss it.

Maybe a little.

ANYWAY. What I am going to share right now is not music. It's spoken word and poetry by Utah Phillips, over acoustic accompaniment by Ani DiFranco. I'm going to repost the text to each under the link, because these are flippin' amazing.

Utah Phillips - I Will Not Obey

the new ruling party is holding the aces
the rest of the cards are all missing faces
i'm sorry i can't know you today
what can one say?
i will not obey )


Utah Phillips - Korea

We never traveled together at all, you know, since the kids been little they've always known that I vanished from their lives periodically. And they never really had any idea of what it is that I do. What do I do? If I don't know why should they?

Yeah, Brandon, the fourteen-year-old, he got to travel with me, during the summer. But we got a chance to talk to each other as adults, you know, as - well - as adults, instead of just father and son. We left Boston - we were headed up to the Left Bank Cafe in Blue Hill, Maine - and Brandon, just above Marble Head, turned to me and he said, "How did you get to be like that?"

It's a fair question.

I knew what he meant, but he didn't have all the language to say exactly what he meant - what he meant to say was: "Why is it that you are fundamentally alienated from the entire institutional structure of society?"

what can one say? )And I realized right then, I said, "Brandon, right then I knew that it was all wrong, and it all had to change. And that that change had to start with me."


Please listen to those. I know most of you ignore me when I say that usually, but really this time: please.
femmealunettes: (bada bing bada BOOM! : Lorne)
Oh my god, I am going to beat these cats with baseball bats. I got my room situated furniture-wise, and the ex-headboard is now in front of the window... it's not very stable, and the cats insist on climbing all over it and knocking things off of it. So either my room becomes a cat-free zone or I simply beat the crap out of them every time they knock things over.

Anyhow, that's my policy on cat torture. At least I'm not waterboarding them. Now, for the long-awaited (right...) political post.

I'm glad that Obama's doing so well. I know that at this point, "anybody but Bush" is an improvement, but I really have a lot of hope for him. People have been talking about an Obama/Edwards ticket, and that sounds pretty peachy to me. However, all of these sly references to Kennedy that the Clinton camp is doing re: Obama make me very uncomfortable, both toward the candidate and her staff.

Technically, Barak Obama and Hillary Clinton tied in New Hampshire; they got the same number of delegates. That there is already vote-counting controversy in the second fucking primary makes me kind of want to be sick. Seriously? We can't even do it right for a WEEK?

Of course, there's always the public option to hack a Diebold voting machine. It's that easy, really? Hell, I've got a couple of flash drives sitting around...

Let's have a ridiculous story to break up the serious for a moment: A judge holds up court for three hours to make a lawyer change from an ascot to a necktie. The American judicial process at work, folks. Somebody needs to, like, slap that judge on the hand or something. Getting away with wasting that much time on such a petty issue is ridiculous and shameful.

Back to the serious, this time focusing on the military:
"Don't ask, don't tell" shifting to "la la la la we can't hear youuuuu." I don't think this is exactly a step forward; we need a clearly definied policy change as opposed to just ignoring it when someone reveals their orientation... frankly, I'm wondering if they turned a blind eye so they could redeploy Sgt. Manzella to Iraq again. The most disappointing part of this is that they could still press charges now that he's home. And the president for the Center of Military Readiness, as quoted in the last paragraph, should be thinking about how many people may have died or been more seriously wounded than they are without that homosexual medic in the field. Bitch.

And now, the reason I've been planning to make this post:
This is a pictorial representation of the number of military casualties in Iraq during 2006, broken down by day, cause of death, type of forces, and it's noted in the bottom where these casualties happened within Iraq. It's one thing to hear the numbers, but seeing all of these figures lined up hits a little bit harder.

When I saw this at first, I sort of sat and stared for a while... I tried to match up the figures with the causes, but I had to stop a couple of weeks in because, godDAMN, that's depressing. Bonus depressing points: count the suicides. They're the ones in green.

So, there you go. No one asked for politics, but you get them anyway. And now I'm sad I deleted my Get Your War On icon.

Also, I have an hour and a half free, and my room is looking better than it has in a long, long time. Once I clear these totes down, it'll be uncannily clean.

dab up my tears with my favorite pinecone

  • Jan. 6th, 2008 at 3:53 PM
femmealunettes: (oh fuck me. : Scrabble)
Lacy forgot my speakers. Alas. She's up often enough, but the heat's broken in her car, so she might not be any time soon...

The landlord came by, looking for the rent. He said we owe $40 more than we actually do, but I found the rent receipt and he's going to have to take that. I absolutely have to get to the bank tomorrow, now. Probably walk up before I go to JCEO, and hope that the 'touch of rain' from the forecast comes after noon.

Links...

Shia Labeouf says "NOOO" and it's kind of funny.

Not funny at all:
Sometime this year, an eighteen year old soldier will die in a war that started when he was thirteen.
From a soldier's blog.

Also not funny: Veterans, especially War on Terror vets, take their own lives at the rate of about 120 a week. That's more deaths per year than all illegal drugs combined, from our soldiers committing suicide. I am so fucking appalled, that in all the ways the government fails the soldiers, they end up taking the permanent way out as their only option. D:

Ending with something not so bleak: Rock balancing. This is unbelievable. Pretty, but... how is this possible? I completely don't get how these rocks can stand like this.

Jul. 14th, 2006

  • 12:57 PM
femmealunettes: (what going mad feels like : Firefly)
Just some links keeping my Firefox tabs full. I should get them down before this computer locks up again. (2GB. The entire hard drive is 2GB. kjshrkj.)

Jesus got hijacked and there's snakes on a plane. Seriously, this is the argument I make to my parents: Jesus is not a Republican, so why are you? Compassion, taking care of the disadvantaged, peacefulness, good stewardship... yeah, I don't get where it came from either.

But don't worry, we have a task force trying to get him back. Now this is kind of cool. Despite the fact that I don't self-identify as a Christian anymore, mostly because of a lot of other Christians, the thought of the left fighting back against the ridiculousness of this utter misrepresentation of Jesus makes me feel sort of warm and fuzzy in my tummy.

This makes me feel decidedly un-warm and fuzzy. Can we just get the Democrats back into control of Congress yet? Please? Minimum wage NEEDS to go up, people can barely survive on it. And yet their own salaries keep edging upward.

And finally, this is the coolest thing you will see all day. Rainbow + lightning = incredible awesomeness.

Also, note for myself, here.
femmealunettes: (*slaps a bitch*)
This makes me feel sick to my stomach.

So we can afford to send our troops to war, keep them there long past their time because no one else wants to go take their places, harp on and on about "freedom" and "liberation" and "democracy"... and we can't only not supply them with body armor, we can't even feed them?

What. The. Fuck.

I don't even know what to do about this. Here I am bitching about social services. No wonder the government can't help people, they can't even take care of their soldiers.

a little social service-related rant.

  • Jul. 11th, 2006 at 1:17 PM
femmealunettes: (Jensen says fuck you.)
I HATE THE DEPARTMENT OF SOCIAL SERVICES.

*ahem*

Probably not ALL DSS offices. I'm sure that somewhere, in a magical land, they're efficient and empathic and helpful, and they actually pay attention to the circumstances and needs of their clients. And people get around on unicorns and magic carpets, and there's universal health care that works...

Still, I'm not talking about magical fairy land, I'm talking about right here in Plattsburgh and/or the good ol' USA. Let me share a few stories I've heard over the past couple weeks, with the names omitted to protect the horribly violated.

1) Due to the privatization of prescription plans instituted under Dubya, a woman with serious health problems is unable to receive aid for a secondary condition caused by treating her first problem. Either one could potentially kill her-- if she stops the first treatment, she'll get really sick. But she's really sick because of it as well, and although the secondary condition is treatable, the private company now insuring her doesn't think it's worth $5000 every two weeks to basically save her life. If Medicaid was still covering her, this wouldn't even be an issue. But nope, gotta fuck around with the health care system.

2) Food stamp bitch 1: To receive food stamps, you have to either have a very low-paying job, or go sit in a room for 8 hours a day doing literally nothing. If you get a job, you get a pitiful sum after jumping through ridiculous hoops. But who has time to get a job when you're fulfilling a completely absurd condition of getting help in the first place?

3) Food stamp bitch 2: A family of five (two adults, three young children) were getting food stamps. The mother found a job, but wasn't able to actually start working for two weeks. DSS completely cut off their food stamps as soon as they found out she was employed, regardless of the fact that she couldn't get a paycheck for a full month after that. When she tried to explain this, the response? "Too bad, you have a job, you should be able to provide for your family now." This woman literally broke into sobs sitting across from me while she filled out the application for aid. (I ended up loading her down with eight very full bags from the food pantry, and them my mom went in and added two more. We're both complete suckers for tears, but even if she hadn't cried we would have done the same thing.)

I see cases like these all the time, not just working in the Salvation Army but because my friends are also getting fucked by the system when they need help the most. What the hell is this department for if they aren't actually helping people? It's the most inefficient and soulless fuckup of an excuse for a social service organization I've ever had the dubious fortune of actually helping people in the wake of.

I'm sure that it helps people. I'm sure of it. But all I see, and this is probably why I bitch, all I see are the people who don't get any help. The ones whose kids are hungry because they make too much for food stamps but not enough for food and rent and utilities. The ones who literally come in with the clothes on their backs and not too much else. And even here, we have our restrictions, but I do what I can to bend the loopholes in their favor, because that's what you should do when your purpose is to help people.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.
femmealunettes: (will you love me if I'm a mess?)
Not to be a follower or anything, and since most of you don't have [livejournal.com profile] ladysisyphus on your flists, you wouldn't have even known had I not said anything, but all evening I've been thinking about Ginsberg when considering what else to upload on Independence Day, and I stole the text of this poem directly from her journal which had it posted by the time I got home.

Yes, I posted this with my poetry-post, but I know you all couldn't have downloaded it, and it deserves your attention. Please do download it now.

Allen Ginsburg & Tom Waits - America (Closing Time)

America (Closing Time) )

red lines in skin

  • Jun. 27th, 2005 at 12:39 PM
femmealunettes: (you get a thumbs-up.)
My family has the worst communication of any family still living in the same home that I know. My mother just left for Massachusetts; before she left I found out she was going from my co-workers. She stopped into the office for a minute.

Me: "Were you planning on telling me you were going to MA?"
Her: "No, why should I? You don't need to know."
Me: "Well, you know, if you're disappearing, I like to know why."
Her: "Okay."
Me: "You know, our family has horrible communication..."

and then she started to eat my face about how she's stressed and this isn't the time to talk about this and she has to go now. So she's gone. And I only found out she was going two hours before she went.

*facepalms*

And some little girl just got hit by a car behind the building. Ah, the glories of being situated mid-projects. I hope she'll be okay, I don't know any details about what happened.

It's so hot. I'm wearing possibly the lightest outfit I own, some vauely Greek-looking skirt-and-top, and I'm still just sitting here with fans aimed at me, sweating away.

Hm, apparently the Supreme Court was busy today! Let's see. No Ten Commandments in courthouses, okay... anti-Grokster, pro-MGM ruling, fuck, that's gonna suck for filesharing...

Um, EXCUSE ME? Local governments have no obligation to protect someone with a restraining order from violence? What the sweet hell is this? Okay, who in Plattsburgh wants to get in on a pool of rising domestic/partner violence in the wake of this one, hmm?

Blaaaaah. It's too hot for me to think about politics.... I'm going to stop until I'm back in my nice, cool, air-conditioned house.

Ooh! Pineapple ice lolly! :3

edit: and speaking of ice lollies, join the Virtual March on Washington to Stop Global Warming! It takes two minutes, c'mon and sign up.

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