I just signed a petition to Robert P. McCulloch, St. Louis County Prosecuting Attorney: The death of Michael Brown at the hands of Ferguson, MO police has stoked tensions and caused unrest across our community, state, and nation. This racially charged climate demands an independent, impartial investigation that the St. Louis County Prosecutor’s office simply cannot provide.
The lead prosecutor’s mom, dad, brother, uncle & cousin all worked for St. Louis’ Police Dept & his dad was killed by a black guy. #ConflictOfInterest
We went to a restaurant, I think it had 10 tables? and was maybe 6 feet wide, at most? and every dish had kale in it.
I told my friend, “DC has a vegan bakery!” meaning “wouldn’t that be fun, to live in such an awesome place?” and then as we walked home, we passed multiple ice cream shops and cake shops and bakeries all open at 11 pm at night.
Seriously though, does everyone actually need to live in NY? Like, wouldn’t 1 million of you be happier someplace else? Even maybe, 2 million? Maybe give everyone else some breathing room? The rest of the world could use a bit more green ombre hair.
l3fan-0-rama said: How would it be for a 5 year old? Wyatt really wants to see it, but I’m always concerned that these will be too much. Is there any gore or traumatic violence?
My husband and I talked about this after and agreed there was more swearing than expected, and a fair amount…
Actually, as someone who has spent the summer sharing the theater with an unexpected amount of kids under 10 at comic book movies, can I just say with all respect — please don’t.
Make your kids wait til it comes out digitally or on DVD. Let your kids watch it, at home, with you and the safe comfy couch.
Amazing Spiderman 2 , Cap 2, X-men Days— these aren’t kids movies. They have intense violence. Characters die, on screen. There have grown-up jokes, bad language, boobs (of all genders). They have plots. At each of these, there were kids UNDER FIVE at the theaters I visited.
And honestly, being in a theater filled with kids, like the ”DADDY WHY DID HE DO THAT” during the major plot points, never mind the crying or the screaming during the fights or the on-screen deaths or the sexy shirtless moments, really really really sucks for the rest of us sharing the audience with those kids.
So, as one fan to another, please don’t bring your kids under 10-13 to these movies.
He recently said in an interview that Congress is D.C.’s local legislature and “if somebody wants voting rights, the Constitution is clear: They go to a state, not the federal enclave, and they have voting rights.”
I’ll be sending Andy my bulk trash pickup request—
Some ILS* vendor both emailed and called me — and immediately launched into, ”I’m wondering when we can set up a demo for for you”
"Well, I’m looking for a CMS* product, not an ILS"
"What do you mean by CMS? Our product is web based and blah blah"
"No, we are looking to manage our WEB content—"
"You can definitely link to [redacted product name] from your web site!"
And that is when I got super condescending and also frighteningly chipper, and loud, “No, a content management system for managing websites, web pages, PDFs, images, files, documents. NOT AN ILS.”
Like, fuck. Seriously. Most days I feel like I barely know front-end web development, I’m working through some serious imposter syndrome feelings this week, and some shithead comes along trying to sell me A FUCKING BOAT WHEN I AM TRYNA BUY A CAR.
* and ** I apologize for the blatant and rampant acronym-age. If you ain’t a librarian, you don’t know what an ILS is. AND OBVIOUSLY, IF YOU AREN’T KNOWLEDGEABLE ABOUT WEB DEVELOPMENT YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT WEB CMS MEANS AND MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TO CALL PEOPLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR FEELINGS CRISES AND SELL THEM THINGS THEY DON’T NEED.
I ate Japanese-French fusion on Sunday and had feelings:
The decor is unbelievable. It is small, and a bit of a tight fit, but jesus someone totally thought through that restaurant’s ambiance and it fucking shows.
We walk in a little after 6 and the restaurant seats maybe 20? With some bar seating too And they say “well, it looks empty but we do have reservations coming in, we can seat you at the bar…” and I guess I just don’t understand why a restaurant does this.
Why book all of your tables?
Why have windows?
So that people can look in and see your pretty restaurant, but not eat there, because you have booked every table you have?
They did seat us, which was awesome, but even the 90 seconds I had to spend talking to the dude about getting a table— in a restaurant full of empty tables— was ridiculous..
The food is pretty good. I didn’t love the apps as much as my entree. The table next to us got bread. I had to ask for ours.
The first bite of my artichoke gnocchi almost made me cry. Unbelievable. Amazing. Delishous.
BUT OH MY GOD TALK ABOUT A SHORT POUR ON WINE. First of all, don’t give me a 16 oz wine glass and then charge me $8 to fill it up a quarter of the way. Because it just makes me feel really bad. Like, really bad. About the restaurant. About my life choices. But mostly, about the restaurant.
Yeah I pretty much just yelled at a lady for sending me broken links
Well, not so much “yelled” but “spoke sternly to”
I wrote her twice telling her just sending me a link and saying “this is broken” doesn’t help. I don’t care if you include a screenshot of a 404 page.
She calls and says “that is the broken link”
I said, “Wheeeeerrreeeee did you click on this link?”
"Oh, in a document"
"Send me the URL of the document"
"No, I’m reading this document for my work and I am just testing out the links in it; I don’t think I can share it with you"
"Then it’s not a broken link that I can fix. It is really old content that doesn’t exist any more."
"But I sent you the broken link."
"No," I say, moving my hands to forcefully emphasize, which she cannot see, as we are having a phone conversation. "That is not a broken link, not really. It can’t be fixed! If you can’t share the document with me where you found this link, then I can’t fix it! The content doesn’t exist anymore!"
“Why should the millions of people in California have the same number of senators as the hundreds of thousands of people in Wyoming? And the answer is: Because you get to live by the coast and the redwoods and the beautiful people of Los Angeles and that is the price you pay. Everyone knows that.”—
I’m on the fence about saying I liked this book. Truly, there were a lot of things I liked. The worldbuilding, the protagonist, the plot…
And then there was the romance.
It’s pretty extraordinary for me to a read a book and say, “I wish there hadn’t been any sex.” I’m usually totally on the side of explicit romance and sexual content, because a lot of times when reviewers criticize the sexual/romantic content of a book, they are actually talking about its (perceived) femininity. And I am not here for that.
But man, did Viehl really mess up with the romance. The first encounter between Kit and Dredmore read more like an assault. Viehl describes him making a “noose” out of Kit’s necklace to force a kiss— which she then gives into with absolutely zero reasoning. I love me some romance genre tropes (forced kisses! antiheros redeemed by love!), but there was literally not enough text on the page to make that kiss at all romantic for me, as a reader.
And so I carried a really bitter, confused feeling forward into the book. In a lesser novel, with a dull plot or poorly characterized heroine, I would have tossed the book aside. Sure, Kit’s revealed power was a bit obvious, and the whole Anarath.. Amaranth? (wait, isn’t that a grain?) whatever thing was out of left field, but the story zipped along and I liked that Kit was self-sufficient and smart ON THE PAGE and IN THE PLOT. Viehl, unlike a lot of paranormal or urban fantasy authors, did not just tell me her heroine was capable and kick-ass, she proved it too.
Well, as long as Kit was not interacting with Dredmore— when she inexplicably just loved him. With no decent reason for that love because Viehl absolutely failed to capture the rest of the trope! The passionate, unreasonable attraction between characters, or the sense of the deep pain and loneliness for the otherwise horrible antihero, that makes a redemptive love story worth reading. Instead, Dredmore just comes across as an asshole who wants to destroy the thing he supposedly loves most (and I am very consciously using the word “thing” here, because it really does come across on that level).
AND THEN.. [spoiler alert].. the whole relationship gets retconned! A total reset and a blank slate and I just give up. I’m not likely to read any more of this series, and that is a shame. Because not all of it was bad. But I expect a hell of a lot better.