Way to complain, Jesse!

Best of luck, ita.

I got up, packed for my trip to Arlington, left the house late, drove to the next city over, got lost, was interviewed by our local NPR station about being a sustainer, drove back in rush hour traffic, and got to work about 40 minutes late, and I was STILL the first person in the office by at least a half hour. I have no idea how this is possible.

Summer Fridays!

I was on various highways yesterday at odd times, and I really don't understand it. The traffic was terrible at 3pm! Do that many people work a slightly early shift? Or just blow out of work early? Unclear.

And I'm leaving at noon! LATERS.

Ooof. I may have just unloaded a rant on a friend's FB post. Wife of friend posted "When you pass a DQ and see a big woman holding a large Blizzard, what goes through your mind?"

And I thought, wow, that's shitty as hell. But some of her friends posted things like "I want some of that!" and "I'd tell her to go to the frozen custard place, because it's way better than DQ," so I thought, well, if she was trying to be a shitty concern troll, her friends busted her.

Then her husband (who is a friend from high school) commented by posting a link to the This Is Why You're Fat tumblr. So I offered up my opinion. Which I tried REALLY hard to keep moderate:

"[Friend], I think we know Facebook isn't the place for complex, nuanced discussions (at least I prefer to have those in person and not through a medium that can't convey tone and other nonverbal cues, to minimize misunderstandings). But I'll just say this: when I see a "big" person (perhaps someone who looks, say, like me?) with any type of food or beverage, if they're a stranger -- i.e., I know literally *nothing* about their life circumstances, including medical/family history and even what their day has been like -- I actually don't assume anything at all about them, because I don't know enough to make any assumption at all. Also -- and this is probably the most crucial point -- what that stranger is eating or drinking is none of my business."

This is a dude who occasionally concern-trolls my posts if I mention food, so I don't expect any reaction beyond "A large Blizzard isn't healthy for anyone!" But I just couldn't leave that shit alone.

And I kind of want a Blizzard now. t edit (A Blizzard of RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION.) (And chocolate.)

I think you need two Blizzards, Steph. One to dump into the lap or on the head of that dude (your choice, but pick a flavor that stains) and one to NOM.

Surgery~ma Scrappy!

I am amused at all her friends who have commented/are still commenting "I want one!" Either they're hip to her shitty concern-troll ways and are tweaking her with their answers, or they're oblivious and really want a Blizzard. Either way, I'm amused to see her shitty concern-troll post backfire.

Who DOESN'T want a Blizzard?