Hah. I feel like a bad gay for not changing my pic when alllll my friends are, but much as its nice when random straight folks I'm friends with do it, most of my friends are gay. Y'all, I already know you support it. (Well, except for a few friends who are all "marriage is a tool of the corrupt government and the patriarchy! No marriage!")

Hah. I feel like a bad gay for not changing my pic when alllll my friends are, but much as its nice when random straight folks I'm friends with do it, most of my friends are gay. Y'all, I already know you support it. (Well, except for a few friends who are all "marriage is a tool of the corrupt government and the patriarchy! No marriage!")

Yeah, I'd have to go to FB to change it. Not going to bother. Everyone already knows I support it. If they don't, well, they don't actually know me, do they?

Everyone already knows I support it. If they don't, well, they don't actually know me, do they?

This sums up a lot of my feels.

Nephlet is calling me for Geometry help. Some things never do change. Except now we have iPhones to snap a picture of the problem and I get to hit Khan Academy and OpenStudy up for a refresher before I walk him through it.

Ultimately, I don't think there's a right or wrong way to go about this. There's no value in being stoic if that's not who you are. Grief is intensely personal, and I'm glad I had both here and Facebook to help get me through it.

There's not. But unexpectedly tagging your very private sister is closer to the wrong way to do it. I know she meant no malice. Just she never even thought about probably.

Sleeping late this morning felt great.

Uuurg. Migraine looming. Not cool.

Argh. I ended up standing up for some "people" (Who might actually be photoshop, actually) who allegedly bought porterhouse steak and lobsters with their food cards. Fuck you if you think because I'm poor my choices should be gruel and diet gruel, even on my birthday.(They might actually be system- abusers though, but I'm standing my ground against being judged by strangers for what's in one's grocery cart.) We unwashed have occasions, too, goddamn it. And judgey people never stop.(Even though if they get a whiff of my bio, the tune will quickly change to my least favorite song "We Didn't Mean You") But really, who died and appointed them Lord High Priest of the Grocery Cart? My mom's a taxpayer and she didn't get a rebate for all that stuff in Iraq!

I get to hit Khan Academy and OpenStudy up for a refresher before I walk him through it.

I was helping Sara with decimals and fractions last night, and I was really tempted to find some online backup, as sad as that is, since it's only fourth grade math.

Who might actually be photoshop, actually

I support the right of all photoshop people to have lobster.

But those picture-frame insert people? FUCK THEM. They get diet gruel.

Cass, do you have your FB set so that you have to approve all tags before they appear on your timeline? I do, and I've untagged more than a few photos. It won't stop her from posting them to her wall, but at least people not on her friendslist wouldn't see them unless you want them to.

Also ((((Cass))) because I'm not there to give hugs in person anymore.

Ha, ha, I see what you did there. But I fired off quite a rant before I realized that, duh, given software and skills,I could(or you know, someone who doesn't suck at that stuff, could) make a "receipt" that says anything. So I guess I can be just as hot-buttony in my own way as Archie Bunker and his "hard-earned money," blah, blah, there oughta be a law,etc.

So it would likely be uncool to photoshop erikaj, Steph, Cass, and Pix in line at the gourmet seafood and meat shop paying for their yummies with food stamps and tagging them all in the picture posted to FB? How about if I promise to use pictures taken on really good hair days?