Another way of changing the discussion is to say, "but the clear, solid, absolute scientific evidence is that there is no causation/correlation between vaccines and autism. You can continue beating that drum, but you're causing harm to others and distracting yourself from looking for other possible causes, which could lead to possible treatment/cures/prevention."
It likely won't budge her, but there are fence-sitters you can reach. I try to remember when engaging in these things that I'm actually talking to the fence-sitters.
I try to remember when engaging in these things that I'm actually talking to the fence-sitters.
Loving me some more Allyson over here.
Weekend is ending with puking, feverish child. Thank god she's the most docile patient ever. And at least I'll have some company at home tomorrow.
Jesse, I'm confused. What's the right way to submit this to the Good Stuff Tumblr?
I owe agent Kate a proposal and essay. I can't get my shit together. I was curled in a ball periodically crying for my whole long weekend in frustration. I've never been this frozen in my whole life. And I'm working with the essay on the motivational speaker with the rock. That's my sort of bread-and-butter Practically Writes Itself essay. And I'm frozen.
I have to tell Kate I'm not getting there. I missed the deadline. I'm fucked. And all I want to do is go into bed and bawl like a moron.
Ugh Allyson, I'm sorry it's been such a slog of a weekend, and that you missed the deadline. I have been there. You are my hero you know for getting yourself an agent and getting published. I am so very far behind you. I'm too scared to even try. You are putting yourself out there, which is amazing.
Allyson, it's not a publication deadline. If it didn't work to keep you on track, try something else. Send her a paragraph a day or something, if she's willing.
Gah, Allyson. I'm so sorry.
In other news, it's not even 7:00. So why does it feel like 11-freaking-p.m.?
I am powering through my to-do list today: I have done the dishes, done laundry, made fruitcake, groomed the dog, vacuumed the house, finished reading my book club book, and now I have just spent half an hour on my hands and knees scrubbing the grout between the kitchen floor tiles. My white ceramic tile floor is not supposed to look like a tic-tac-toe board.
Now I get to pay a bill and hang for an hour before going climbing. Go me.
Unfortunately, my mop fell apart so I shall have to buy a new one this week. Bah.
