the parents are on disability. 'Cause that's how the Master Race rolls: lamely

For those of us who are or who are married to people who are on disability, I say a mild "hey."

There was ice on my car this morning. Freaky. Sadly, a coworker tried to plug in a space heater yesterday and tripped a breaker, so now all space heaters are verboten. I had to retire my trusty heater and my office is FREEZING. I may run out at lunch and buy a lap throw.

For those of us who are or who are married to people who are on disability, I say a mild "hey."

Apologies, connie and anyone else.

I suspect if it hadn't been disability, it would have been some other form of public assistance for these yahoos. They have "sense of entitlement" written all over them. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it's not one of the tats on that guy's arm.

I was in this wintry wonderland yesterday morning in Joshua Tree National Park.

And also had ice on my car this morning in North Hollywood. The San Gabriels sure are gorgeous this morning with snow on them!

For those of us who are or who are married to people who are on disability, I say a mild "hey."

Nazis didn't really cotton to letting the disabled live. I'd say being disabled AND a neo-nazi is worth calling them out on.

No hail/frost this morning, just a pounding rain of the kind we don't usually get here (SF rain tends toward the meander-y). I still ran, and gave rueful nods to my fellow pyschos who don't have the sense to come in out of the rain.

I was in this wintry wonderland yesterday morning in Joshua Tree National Park.

Oh, WOW.

Dream last night may be worth telling. New breed of dog called "The Bark" essentially a lung with fur and legs. Had to be fed through an IV. The American Kennel Club loved the breed cause it could only reproduce via cloning. So they finally had breed where the blood line could never be contaminated.

The rest of the dream is not worth narrating, involving trouble in OZ, no one believing Glinda when she claimed to be able to fix the Ruby Slippers, and Buffy, Rimmer and Gandhi machine gunning hordes of crazed zombie munchkins.

and Aryan Nation rolls of the tongue with euphonious artistry. They know exactly what they're doing.

Well, be fair. "Aria Annasha" would be quite nice. See, that's the thing. They could have given their kids awful names which celebrate racism and all but NOT provoked everyone who ever meets or hears about the kids, but in fact they chose to use their kids to Épater la bourgeoisie, as it were, which makes them assholes in a way completely unrelated to their being racist assholes. So, two separate issues. They're Nazi assholes AND they're using their kids as billboards. Fuckers.

"Yeah, but what if you named your kid...", but I can't think of a worse example.

"Kill the Nazis Johnson" perhaps.

This is sad: Peter Falk's Daughter: My Dad Has Alzheimer's

I'd say being disabled AND a neo-nazi is worth calling them out on

Wrod. They probably take the cigarette out of their mouths to bitch about big government interfering with their lives.

Aryan--Arianne: it's pretty if it's spelled right.