6.3.09
I know what would be fun!
Let's start a cult! I say we began worshiping the great Cthulhu! Tracts are already available to help us convert the heathens.
I don't know who created it, and at moment I haven't the time for seconds of research, but if you look up "cthulhu tract" in google images it'll pop up.
Depression era fun
Okay, okay, what can we do... what did people do during the 30s?
Fashion's fun. We can all embrace the "dirty waif" look. "Textured" hair, super thin, a thick layer of grim covering your skin. That saves on hair products, is always fashionable, and the grim not only allows you to save on soap, razors, lotions, it also lets you conserve water. And the filth will probably act as a sunscreen. And we'll all pretend this look is intentional, that it's chic, and then we'll compete over you can be the skinniest, dirtiest urchin. Oh, and fingerless gloves are always cool.
Dine and dash anyone? With our bare feet and tiny bodies we should all be quite nimble, especially after getting some much needed nutrients. And who knows, maybe going to spend a night in jail will be a good thing? Four walls and a roof, three meals a day, a cot and a thin blanket will be better than another night on an ever expanding skid row, huddled around a garbage can fire. So this dine and dash thing is not just fun, it also practical.
If only my grandma were alive today, I could ask her... but then again she was a kid during the 30s. And lived on a farm. In the deep south.
This requires much thought.
Fashion's fun. We can all embrace the "dirty waif" look. "Textured" hair, super thin, a thick layer of grim covering your skin. That saves on hair products, is always fashionable, and the grim not only allows you to save on soap, razors, lotions, it also lets you conserve water. And the filth will probably act as a sunscreen. And we'll all pretend this look is intentional, that it's chic, and then we'll compete over you can be the skinniest, dirtiest urchin. Oh, and fingerless gloves are always cool.
Dine and dash anyone? With our bare feet and tiny bodies we should all be quite nimble, especially after getting some much needed nutrients. And who knows, maybe going to spend a night in jail will be a good thing? Four walls and a roof, three meals a day, a cot and a thin blanket will be better than another night on an ever expanding skid row, huddled around a garbage can fire. So this dine and dash thing is not just fun, it also practical.
If only my grandma were alive today, I could ask her... but then again she was a kid during the 30s. And lived on a farm. In the deep south.
This requires much thought.
Time to run around like a chicken without a head!
From Planet Money;
"Today we learned that there are 12.5 million people who are unemployed, and we have another 8.6 million people who are working part-time because they cannot find full-time jobs. Now, you're talking about 20 million people in this country who are either unemployed or underemployed. I don't want to freak out people, but the unemployed number, we start talking about 15, 16 percent."
That means we're in a depression, right?
"Today we learned that there are 12.5 million people who are unemployed, and we have another 8.6 million people who are working part-time because they cannot find full-time jobs. Now, you're talking about 20 million people in this country who are either unemployed or underemployed. I don't want to freak out people, but the unemployed number, we start talking about 15, 16 percent."
That means we're in a depression, right?
5.3.09
Speak of the devil
The author of Half Life, Shelley Jackson, has an online novel. It's free, it's just sitting there ready for viewing. Anyway you can read it by clicking here.
New favorite fake shop!
Here's some more choice pics.
4.3.09
Waiting room of horrors
Usually the only other person who shows up at my doctor's waiting room. We both follow waiting room etiquette and ignore each other. Well he didn't show, a new patient did. Apparently my answering her question about which button to press was an invitation for her to tell me her life story. The most entertaining part for me was her assumption that people who go to therapy go because they have either a substance abuse problem or a "domestic situation." It was really strange to be talking to another patient who was making such assumptions, that mental health is limited to addiction and as a companion to 12 step programs. She told my three, no wait, four, different programs she was currently involved with. She invited me to come along.
I was debating if I should tell her I was there to deal with anxiety/depression issues. A part of me felt that it's none of her business and she should know better than to ask, another part didn't want to say anything because I was worried she have the "well, that's not such a big deal reaction." Shameful, I know, I'll talk to my therapist about it. She also asked what traumatic, life changing event made me decide to go to therapy. There really isn't one, it's more that I finally got decent insurance that actually lets me see a good doctor.
Anyway, I was so happy when her doctor called her in. The worst part is that I had picked up the March issue of Details and wanted to read the damn thing. They written a profile about the blond pony-tailed guy who sale bizarre exercise equipment. I guess it'll be waiting for me week...*sigh*
I was debating if I should tell her I was there to deal with anxiety/depression issues. A part of me felt that it's none of her business and she should know better than to ask, another part didn't want to say anything because I was worried she have the "well, that's not such a big deal reaction." Shameful, I know, I'll talk to my therapist about it. She also asked what traumatic, life changing event made me decide to go to therapy. There really isn't one, it's more that I finally got decent insurance that actually lets me see a good doctor.
Anyway, I was so happy when her doctor called her in. The worst part is that I had picked up the March issue of Details and wanted to read the damn thing. They written a profile about the blond pony-tailed guy who sale bizarre exercise equipment. I guess it'll be waiting for me week...*sigh*
3.3.09
How I fell off the wagon
and on to my face.
Well, not really. I had one beer and one martini whilst hanging out with friends. We even got to go this little bar in Long Beach that I had always wanted to go when I lived there. It wasn't as nifty as it looked on the outside and the drinks were lousy, which was actually good for me since it kept me from overindulging on cheap drinks. But we had fun.
Anyway, I had two drinks, or one and a half because I split the beer with M. Which is still an improvement over my bottle a day consumption, since that's all I had were the one and half beverages. The worst part about drinking so much less is that I feel so much better. Physically and mentally. It's so strange...
Well, not really. I had one beer and one martini whilst hanging out with friends. We even got to go this little bar in Long Beach that I had always wanted to go when I lived there. It wasn't as nifty as it looked on the outside and the drinks were lousy, which was actually good for me since it kept me from overindulging on cheap drinks. But we had fun.
Anyway, I had two drinks, or one and a half because I split the beer with M. Which is still an improvement over my bottle a day consumption, since that's all I had were the one and half beverages. The worst part about drinking so much less is that I feel so much better. Physically and mentally. It's so strange...
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