hurricane willa, hurricane vicente, why i hate people



Two hurricanes are building and roiling in the Eastern Pacific Ocean and about to slam hell out of Mexico. Hurricane Willa and Hurricane Vicente. It sucks to be Mexico on a coast facing the Eastern Pacific Ocean right now. I’m so sorry, Mexico. After that, the storms are expected to do a diabolical weather dance up into Texas and deluge already flood deluged soil and dams around here and probably take us underwater in Texas again.

I follow Twitter streams to keep track of hurricanes. It’s kind of terrible doing it right now. The Willa and Vicente streams are full of people screaming “It’s God’s will! God is protecting us from illegal immigrant invasions! Kill them all!”

I’d like to think that’s just fucked up religious right wing extremists behaving that way. It isn’t though. I’ve seen the same thing from people allegedly part of the kinder gentler left, screaming, when a natural disaster was heading straight for a “red” state, “That’s what you fuckers get for voting for Trump die die die!”

You all know, right?, whatever side of a political or state or country border you live on, if you’re celebrating and screaming for climactic catastrophe anywhere, you’re celebrating the death of children right?

Little kids live in all these places. Little kids with no political affiliation and no religious perspective and no comprehension of state or country borders and probably God isn’t showing up to strike those little kids dead because you are pissed off about politics or borders. Probably a hurricane is showing up because everyone in the world has been so selfish for so long the world is ready to shrug off all of humanity and getting ripped up by storms that don’t care about your political or religious affiliations. Or, whether it makes you feel happy and empowered to shout about how great it is other people who might not share those are about to die in a catastrophic natural disaster.



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move frenzy ahhh!

September 21, 2018

That is all.

Desk Chair Alles

Wow, I have been a bad blogger. I have not posted in forever. Ahhh!

Sorry about that.

I should update you on the upcoming :::September 2018 Classes:::

Hit that link. Doy.


In other news, I destroyed the desk chair again. This is the result of working too many hours in a chair just basically destroying it by sitting in it. The chair had reached this tragic point where once again it was coming apart — coming apart hard enough it ripped the back seam out of my favorite sweat pants. Something had to be done. First, so that I did not accidentally wear favorite sweat pants with the back seam out onto the balcony and flash my underoos at my neighbors, I had to fix the sweat pants.

So, I hauled the sewing machine out and fixed the sweat pants.


Dear Neighbors: You’re welcome.


Second because the sewing machine was out (ahh!) and I’m getting ready to hit the road again and put everything in storage and I can’t think of a more depressing scenario than pulling a beloved desk chair that still needs to be reupholstered out in a brand new place (okay I can actually imagine more depressing things but stick with me I’m going for still needs to be repaired not feng shui STILL NEEDS TO BE REPAIRED in a new place desk chair drama here quit it). That is pretty daunting going into a new place. You have not just hauled your whole life into a new place. You have also hauled uncompleted (big if we’re talking fix the desk chair) tasks into the new place. As in, great, new start, here are all the things you didn’t finish that are old stuff and not a new start.

I didn’t want to do that. I figured I better fix the chair.

I have to reupholster the chair because the manufacturers discontinued the chair model and won’t sell me parts (like a new seat of such) for it. And because I love the chair too much to give it up. Hence, damaged chair? It’s up to me. Ahhh!


[Reupholstering the desk chair is pretty daunting, but I love this chair like a shark loves blood, I refuse to give it up.]


So I bit the bullet and did it. I now have three weeks to sit in and love my beautiful desk chair again in pristine desk chair condition before it goes into storage when I hit the road again, and also, when it comes out of storage, (assuming movers do not destroy it), it will be my perfect pristine beautiful desk chair again wherever I land.

Yay!

 

 


*By the way, the chair project is always :::pretty daunting:::

hands of blue

April 11, 2018

Hands of Blue

 

 

Me staring in bathroom cupboard searching for cleaning products because the shower stall floor is looking not sparkley white and, to be truthful, a little hinky (Austin water is strange and not to be trusted, things water-esque in Austin turn orange if you do not stay on top of them):

Oops, all out of hinky-shower-type cleaning products, but look! A new bottle of Lysol toilet cleaning stuff yay!

I have not actually used this on a toilet yet, I just got it because the store was out of what I usually use on the toilet, but hey —

Surely, if it can clean a toilet bowl, it can clean a shower too, right?

 


 

I sluce blue Lysol goo about on the shower stall floor. The goo is a really arresting shade of blue. No worries. It does not stain toilets, right? As long as I don’t get any on my white shirt or the white bath mat all should be well.

I let it sit a bit. Then I scrub it around a bit. Just to be sure.

 


 

I don’t wear gloves. This, after all, is not a toilet bowl teaming with horrifying germ deposits from unspeakable elements that enter toilet bowls. This is the floor of a shower stall. How germy could it be?

(Shut up, not that germy, it’s a shower!)

 


 

I rinse the shower stall — using an overpriced shower sprayer thingy attachment that is very pretty but was still over priced but still is very handy for this task as long as I don’t accidentally splash blue goo onto the white bath mat or my white shirt.

I don’t.

Hooray!

 


 

The shower stall floor is lovely. So clean! So sparkley!

Then I try to rinse off my hand.

The hand I swirled and scrubbed the blue goo about with.

 


 

Who knew Lysol blue goo seriously stains organic materials? Organic materilals like, um, Max hands? Well not me, until, um, now.

 

Love and Kisses,

 

Your Hands of Blue Adams Girl

 


PS: If you see a short blonde about in Austin wearing gloves for no apparent reason, do not point and laugh. Damn you.

 

I am so tired of stories about serial killers. And about murders. And about murderers. And about cops hunting serial killers and murderers. And about lawyers trying murderers and proving murderers murdered people. And about terrorists. And about kidnappers. And about death and people hunting other people and people who kill other people and just — I am wrung out by and exhausted by murder as entertainment.

So I’ve been watching other things.

News Radio. Black Books. Beginners. Chalet Girl. About A Boy.

A lot of the time when I am working I have something playing background while I work so it does not matter that I have seen it before. It is keeping me company. And I cannot fall asleep alone in total silence. The shows keep me company then too.

Tonight I thought, Wow, I really need a list of shows and movies that are not about people killing people.

So that’s the start of my list. News Radio. Black Books. Beginners. About A Boy. Also The Station Agent and Wristcutters, A Love Story. Though people could argue there is death in there some places, it isn’t murder.

Feel free to add to my list in comments.

 

and the winner is —

November 9, 2015

This is totally my favorite photo from all of AFF. Oh the horror! Oh the consternation! Oh nos!

 

Max oh nos!

seemaxrun.com

So for no reason other than sometime around 2 AM the other night I didn’t feel like reading one more script I went on a rampage and took apart seemaxrun and rebuilt it. I think it’s pretty — of course I like lots of white. It’s not done yet, either, but the bones are there. What do you think? http://seemaxrun.com

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That’s Austin. A lot of Texas is underwater. I’m not. [Knock wood.] The old apartment is. Wow I kicked and screamed about that move but now it looks like the timing was really good for that move.

 

Dinosaur Tea Party

Dinosaur Tea Party

 

This is brilliant, and as most brilliant things are, simple.  It’s from Rockstar Dinosaur Pirate Princess.  Who has thrown me into a dizzying spin of blog name envy right there but anyway —

 

Consent: Not Actually That Complicated

~ Rockstar Dinosaur Pirate Princess

It seems a lot of people really, REALLY don’t get what ‘consent’  means. From the famous “not everybody needs to be asked prior to each insertion” to the student that (allegedly) thought he’d surprise his partner with some non consensual BDSM to that fucking song to almost every damn comment on any article by anyone that suggests that yes means yes; it seems people really have a problem understanding that before you have sex with someone, and that’s every time you have sex with them, make sure they want to have sex with you. This goes for men, women, everyone. Whoever you are initiating sexytimes with, just make sure they are actually genuinely up for it. That’s it. It’s not hard. Really.

If you’re still struggling, just imagine instead of initiating sex, you’re making them a cup of tea.

You say “hey, would you like a cup of tea?” and they go “omg fuck yes, I would fucking LOVE a cup of tea! Thank you!*” then you know they want a cup of tea.

If you say “hey, would you like a cup of tea?” and they um and ahh and say, “I’m not really sure…” then you can make them a cup of tea or not, but be aware that they might not drink it, and if they don’t drink it then – this is the important bit –  don’t make them drink it. You can’t blame them for you going to the effort of making the tea on the off-chance they wanted it; you just have to deal with them not drinking it. Just because you made it doesn’t mean you are entitled to watch them drink it.

If they say “No thank you” then don’t make them tea. At all. Don’t make them tea, don’t make them drink tea, don’t get annoyed at them for not wanting tea. They just don’t want tea, ok?

They might say “Yes please, that’s kind of you” and then when the tea arrives they actually don’t want the tea at all. Sure, that’s kind of annoying as you’ve gone to the effort of making the tea, but they remain under no obligation to drink the tea. They did want tea, now they don’t. Sometimes people change their mind in the time it takes to boil that kettle, brew the tea and add the milk. And it’s ok for people to change their mind, and you are still not entitled to watch them drink it even though you went to the trouble of making it.

If they are unconscious, don’t make them tea. Unconscious people don’t want tea and can’t answer the question “do you want tea” because they are unconscious.

Ok, maybe they were conscious when you asked them if they wanted tea, and they said yes, but in the time it took you to boil that kettle, brew the tea and add the milk they are now unconscious. You should just put the tea down, make sure the unconscious person is safe, and  – this is the important bit – don’t make them drink the tea. They said yes then, sure, but unconscious people don’t want tea.

If someone said yes to tea, started drinking it, and then passed out before they’d finished it, don’t keep on pouring it down their throat. Take the tea away and make sure they are safe.  Because unconscious people don’t want tea. Trust me on this.

If someone said “yes” to tea around your  house last saturday, that doesn’t mean that they want you to make them tea all the time. They don’t want you to come around unexpectedly to their place and make them tea and force them to drink it going “BUT YOU WANTED TEA LAST WEEK”, or to wake up to find you pouring tea down their throat going “BUT YOU WANTED TEA LAST NIGHT”.


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PS: That is my official International Women’s Day post.  But wait!, you say, you want more International Women’s Day goodness. Glutton for punishment, eh?  Okay, hit these babies:

•SERIOUSLY?
•BUT WOULD YOU WANT TO FUCK HER?
•4 GOOD REASONS FOR A MAN TO HIT A WOMAN
•HERE IS SOME PRETTY NAIL POLISH, GIRLS
•NOT YOUR MOM’S SOAP BUBBLES
•THANK YOU IO9 YOU MISOGYNISTIC FUCKTARDS
•10 RAPE PREVENTION TIPS

 

 

dmv frenzy!

February 12, 2015



legs_birthday_thursday



Wednesday I went to the Texas DMV.

[Actually in Texas it is called “Public Safety.” Interesting.]

I think the woman at the Texas DMV was a little worried about me.

She explained what buttons to push on the machine I could not outsmart.

She pointed out the forms I needed, which were directly behind me that I had walked past, lost, three times.

She came and corralled me out of the autistic area [I did not know DMV’s had autistic areas] even though by that point she probably thought I totally belonged there.

AND got me a clipboard since it hadn’t occurred to me I’d need one what with the autistic area having nice little tables and all.

[It was a Men In Black moment! Quit it!]





Thank you, Nice Texas DMV Lady. You are the only reason I am a licensed Texas driver today.





[Texans may not thank you for this later.]



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