Congrats on the coin, Consuela! That's cool.

Dana, that's great, and also frustrating. Good luck!

I'm really beginning to think seriously about just never calling the cops now. I don't want someone to get shot because I'm bothered by property crime...

I feel like this too. I live next to a big apartment complex and there are sometimes folks who have a loose definition of property boundaries wandering across my yard. I don't care about people cutting across the corner, but when guys start arguing loudly at night and dropping beer bottles and cigarette butts on my property, I'm... uncomfortable about that. And what am I supposed to do? I'm afraid to confront them because belligerent drunk men scare me, but I don't want to call the cops because they're drunk brown men, and I don't want anyone to get shot just for being a drunk asshole.

Unfortunately that is precisely the training they receive. There's a "psychologist" going around teaching them to do exactly that [link]

WTFF

How do we begin to fix this?

We could stop doing the above for one thing, good grief. I mean wtf. We have to pry the bad cops out while keeping the good cops, and replace the entire heirarchy of power that's created and maintains this horrific culture of violence and racism. And how? I have no idea. But we start by collectively agreeing that it has to be done, and so far we haven't even got THAT far. It's horrible.

I told her my mother would beg to differ, and told her to please check for typos in her address line.

I've been getting email for another person with my name for fourteen years. I dutifully send each one back letting the sender know they have the wrong address. Mostly I get no reply, sometimes I get a thanks, every now and then someone insists they do indeed have the right address. I never know what to say to that. Like, what, I'm pretending to not be "your" Elizabeth? I've finally found out what her correct email is, and I'm nobly resisting the impulse to email her and ask why she's friends with these idiots.

OMG, just saw this HRC ad: [link]

It's absolutely killer. I've been waiting for the Clinton campaign to start bringing out this stuff. It looks like this guy got paid maybe 20% of what he was owed.

For a couple years there was a guy (and his kid) living across the street from me who was pretty obviously dealing some kind of illicit goods. But he was polite and quiet and kept his lawn mowed. After he moved out, a family moved in who never mowed or cleared the junk out of their yard and had loud parties late into the night. My next door neighbors and I were like, can we have the drug dealer back?

Smart drug dealers know not to call bad attention to themselves. Al Capone made sure the kids in his neighborhood got milk to drink.

Man, I'm depressed. Let's mock the guy who wrote this ridiculous profile of Margot Robbie:

She is tall but only with the help of certain shoes.

Indeed. I am purple, but only with the help of certain makeup.

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I've only called the police once, and I was a little hesitant about it, but I didn't know what else to do. It was at my old apartment, and I was coming home around midnight, and there was a woman just about passed out next to my house. I tried talking to her, but she was way too drunk to be coherent, and it was something like -6 degrees. The police and an ambulance came, and I don't know what happened after that. I checked the local papers for the police blotter, but they didn't mention it.

Even the drug dealers in my neighborhood seem fairly benign: one of them has been bringing my garbage bins in for me every week for two years. And for a while he was sweeping my driveway, too.

I want your drug dealer!

But it's a bit like the universe going "Ha-ha, all that stuff you were freaked out about? Never mind! Psych!"

Oh yeah, I'm not saying you shouldn't snap! I'm just saying, moving is the worst.

Jesse, how often do you have to talk to immigration? I mean, also sad that of course you aren't as nervous but...does she mean like, at the airport? That's the only time I can think of where I'd even interact with them!

Yeah, the airport is what we were talking about. She was saying she's always nervous, and could see where I wouldn't be, regardless of what country either of us was in!

Even the drug dealers in my neighborhood seem fairly benign: one of them has been bringing my garbage bins in for me every week for two years. And for a while he was sweeping my driveway, too.

Yeah, a smart and nice drug dealer is not the worst neighbor to have. They don't want any trouble.

Indeed. I am purple, but only with the help of certain makeup.

And I bet you are thinking something different from what I am thinking at this very moment!!!

Microsoft addressed a group of its interns as "bae" and invited them to a party with "hella noms" and "lots of dranks." And then closed it with "HELL YES TO GETTING LIT ON A MONDAY NIGHT."

Oh, Microsoft, no.

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I could use everyone crossing their fingers that my dentist can see me tomorrow (the office is closed today). My jaw has been getting more and more sore after getting the temporary crowns last week. I think the bite just needs to be adjusted, because I'm not having sensitivity to cold or heat, and doesn't hurt when I bite.

But they're only open from 8 to 1 tomorrow, and also we're leaving for vacation. So I'm leaving a message today and hoping they can get me in tomorrow to check my bite. Cross your fingers!