Hell, I don't know. If I had wanted schooling, I'da gone to school.

Jayne ,'Ariel'


Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Ginger - Oct 01, 2009 11:14:03 am PDT #24942 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

A tech editing contract gig ... that pays about 2/3 of what I made ... as a contractor ON THE TEAM THAT I WAS LAID OFF FROM.

Considering that benefits amount to another 1/3 for full-time employees, it's really paying about half. Bastards.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Oct 01, 2009 11:17:15 am PDT #24943 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

What students will do for a thesis supervisor

“There are some people you just don’t want. If everybody in the school were a good supervisor, we wouldn’t have to do this. You’ve no idea how distressing it was to see people punching each other in the queue,” said the student.

My mind, it boggles.


sj - Oct 01, 2009 11:20:05 am PDT #24944 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Jessica, tons of job-keeping~ma.

Health~ma for Owen.

{{{{{Bitches}}}}} Just because it seems to be one of those days.


Calli - Oct 01, 2009 11:59:21 am PDT #24945 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

A tech editing contract gig ... that pays about 2/3 of what I made ... as a contractor ON THE TEAM THAT I WAS LAID OFF FROM.

That's just insulting. What a bunch of low-balling asshats.


Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2009 12:11:43 pm PDT #24946 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Plus, if it's contracting, they're not paying bennies either or severance when the term is up.


Atropa - Oct 01, 2009 12:36:07 pm PDT #24947 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Yep. I told my recruiter that it wasn't enough money for to me to consider applying for it. Aaaaand I just found out that another job I applied for (with a friend's recommendation) has already been filled. Feh. Today is fired.


sj - Oct 01, 2009 12:41:38 pm PDT #24948 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I'm sorry, Jilli. I hope tomorrow brings something better.


EpicTangent - Oct 01, 2009 12:52:24 pm PDT #24949 of 30000
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty

Hope that now they recognize they really do need you they can be made to pony up and get you back, Jilli. (Or, y'know, that you see so much success with the book that you get a three book deal that parlays itself into a daytime talkshow or summat so you can tell them to take a long walk off a short pier. Whichever).

For those of you playing along at home - I picked a few key points from y'all's helpful responses (plus just felt more justified, y'know?) and sent this reply:

I get that "Act 2" of the song is the date rapist getting it too, but this is my point - that it's never funny (or acceptable). Not even when the guy "deserves" it. The song is not anti-rape. It implies date rape is ameliorated by prison rape. That's pro-rape, just so long as it's The Right Kind of Rape.

As quickly as I dive for the radio button when I hear the opening notes of this song (when it's not snuck in by my alarm clock at o'dark thirty in the morning), I imagine that someone who's actually had this crime perpetrated on them is even less likely to listen to the whole song. And even if they do let the song play out, I can't really imagine them listening to the "punch line" of the song and saying, "Oh, well that's okay then." A trigger is a trigger, and rape leaves lifelong scars on its victims. Making light of the issue shows a lack of sensitivity I find troubling.

And if the message was getting through, I don't think that we would have the problems we currently do with our prisons all being filled well past their capacities.

I recognize that I am just one listener, but I understand that one person who takes the time to write in must be assumed to be representative of several more who are either "suffering in silence" or just changing the station.

Nevertheless, I appreciate you taking the time to dialogue about this rather than just dismissing it, and I hope that you will seriously consider my request. I would be sorry to leave 94.9.

Thank You, We shall see what results.


Daisy Jane - Oct 01, 2009 12:57:20 pm PDT #24950 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I need an emoticon for "Thunderous applause for Epic!"


askye - Oct 01, 2009 12:58:56 pm PDT #24951 of 30000
Thrive to spite them

I have bipolar disorder and it's mostly deep depressions with anxiety attacks punctuated by hypomania not the extreme mania. I never had the compulsion to go and SPEND SPEND but that's not the end all be all of what mania is. I would do more obsessive things --there would be one thing I'd just totally focus on and it would have all my attention until my moods shifted and then I'd forget it .

For example (and this was when things were starting to get bad) I started going to church 3 times a week, reading every book I could get my hands on about Christianity, praying all the time, reading my Bible all the time. And then I went to a party and met a guy and started going out to bars every night and started drinking and never went back to church or read any book and stopped praying. All my focus went to this guy (and then to another). I barely got any sleep and felt like I could run on 2 hours of sleep. Plus I got really angry really easy. Terrible road rage.

I lost my self control and impulse control and I'd do just about anything. There was a time I was obsessing about tattoos (several years before the religoius stuff) and if I'd had money I probably would have lots of tattoos right now. Only I was broke so no follow through. Oh, and I was super hyper. It was like I was on ELEVENTY!1!!OMIGOD!1!!! all the time. But no follow through.

Lots of big plans, lots of new starts but no follow through. I started college on a whim, I broke up with a boy friend on a whim. It was like my brain was being run by a hamster wheel. A hamster wheel with a hamster on speed.

Most of my life though it was months long depressive episodes with spikes of energy and then more depression.

Thank fully because of medication and therapy (although I could use more therapy) I'm where I am now.

I don't know how my bipolar disorder would be classified, the therapist I worked with said it didn't matter what we classified it was all bipolar disorder.

I spent most of my life with the diagnosis atypical depression until I landed in the hospital and they said "bipolar disorder". I've read about Early Onset Bipolar Disorder (when it shows up in kids) and I really think that's what I have.