Wow. The trip home was just filled with "I hate people" moments.
First, I tried to return an unopened red filter to the camera store and was told that they did not give refunds, only store credit. WTF? The time limit is also supposedly only 5 days, but they didn't seem to check that.
Then I had to get all Brooklyn on MUNI when people wouldn't move into the middle of the car to make room for the people coming on. Even when the door wasn't closing and we couldn't go. Seriously, at one point people in the middle got up to move to the doorway for the next stop and
no one around them took the seats.
And, a young guy (sitting in the section where you are supposed to give up your seat for seniors or disabled people) just casually watched me as I made sure that one of the two elderly women in front of him got a seat as it emptied.
In completely random natter, I want to learn how to ballroom/Latin dance. There is nowhere anywhere remotely convenient in this godforsaken town.
Bah.
Love the idea of Zeppelin rides. Hopefully sans flaming ball of death outcome.
Hec, can you still take sightseeing flights around San Francisco in a DC-3? I regret not doing that when I lived there.
Hopefully sans flaming ball of death outcome.
Yeah, they use helium now. And they wanted to use helium back in the 30s, but the US (the only source of helium) wouldn't sell any to the bad Nazis....
Oh, under AK law, Ted Stevens can't vote for himself, as he's a convicted felon.
There is also no guarantee that they won't find support. There are very many times when teens are convinced that their parents will not be supportive, and then are shocked and relieved to find that their parents are understanding.
Somewhat in response to this, and the whole rest of the conversation, I'd like to encourage anyone who has contact with a non-daughter teenager to let her know how much you can be there for her. (Or non-son, for that matter.) When I was in high school, my aunt explicitly told me that if there was ever anything I needed that I couldn't go to my parents about, I could go to her, and it was an amazing thing to hear. I never did have to do go her for anything, but it was a great thing to have in my back pocket.
For what it's worth.
Not related to abortion or voting or politics....remember a few months ago when I wrote about Noah and his HATE ON for kayaking? I finally got the pics developed. [link] so funny.
Appealing to shopping/google-fu: I'm looking for an attractive memo/message board for my kitchen. The French memo boards are nice but I'm not finding anything pretty that I like.
FUCKING SNOW IN MARYLAND NO.
What?! Is it snowing there? It's just more drizzly ick here. I think I'd prefer snow, so: trade ya!
I hate the gov-run lotteries, and feel the same about slots. I think there's a real difference between the state regulating/taxing gambling (or booze, or tobacco) and the state offering up franchises and saying, "Oh, this is a terrible, predatory gateway to crime and corruption... unless WE run it. Then it's a fabulous revenue stream!"
When I was in college we brought in the parents of a girl who'd died getting an illegal abortion to speak against parental consent laws. From what they'd pieced together after the fact it seemed pretty clear that she didn't tell them she was pregnant because she was embarrassed to admit to them that she'd had sex. They'd have helped her with whatever she wanted to do, but... I think we forget how terrifying mere "disappointment" is at that age. Even if the intent is good, it doesn't need to be an abusive situation for those laws to go horribly wrong.
