Other than some sadness, I thought I’d mostly been okay. I hadn’t had any rages, hadn’t gone into any rants, hadn’t started bawling, etc. That all ended today. While working at my desk for no reason at all suddenly I flashed back to the Hospital room with Mom. It wasn’t working on anything related to what happened, there was no excuse for the tears running down my cheeks. My grief had simply caught up to me and while unawares managed to sucker punch me in the gut.
Awesome video, absolutely mind-boggling remix, (seriously it blows me away that this works at all) but most importantly you can watch it with functional captioning that goes along with the music and lets hard of hearing people like myself and my sister follow along. I can’t get the song out of my head….
To my three or four tumblr followers, and to my few Facebook friends who would actually read something I write about a TV show they haven’t seen, I have to tell you something. And that is: “Holy shit, you should watch Black Mirror.” It’s a Channel 4 show that airs only on DirecTv in America….
This adequately captures the excitement I felt watching this series and does so in a way that doesn’t ruin the show with spoilers. Great review!
Monday November 18 at 3pm was the moment I have dreaded all my life. It was the moment my mother left this earth. It all started on Sunday when Illinois was getting hit with really bad storms. My mom was upstairs and my dad was downstairs when the sirens went off. See my mom couldn’t walk due to…
I can’t speak for the other guy, but the reason at least one of your older brothers couldn’t look at you in the eyes was because he knew he’d start crying again. You have no idea how many times I wanted to give you some kind of heads up or hint of what to expect, but how do you break this kind of news by text? I tried to call you via Sorenson VRS and would have told you then if the call had gone through but all I got was video mail…how do you break that news in a video mail?
My brother and his wife released memorial balloons today in honor of our mother’s passing as we buried her remains. My nieces (6, 5, and 2 1/2) were fine for the most part until the balloons were released into the sky. Then they all started bawling like crazy.
Not only is the whole thing environmentally unsafe, it makes no sense. I used to think it was a great way for children to let go, but now I just think it’s an excuse to make children respond emotionally according to our prejudices of how they should respond to death. I hated it.
I didn’t say anything about it at the time (who am I to criticize how someone raises their kids?) but having seen how my nieces reacted to the whole event how could we not see that young children would be miserable at losing ‘their’ balloons?
MRAs demanding that feminism address men’s issues is like creepily reading a book over someone’s shoulder on the bus and then demanding that they slow down and turn the pages when you want.
That’s because it’s not about either. Feminism is an ideological hate movement based on the idea that women are perfect angels being oppressed under the heel of malicious men in conspiracy with each other across all ages and ethnicities. This makes even an unborn male infant or toddler an enemy combatant. Even the most wretched outcast man of the lowest caste, mutilated and starving to death an enemy target, worthy of destruction. There is nothing of equality or egalitarianism in Feminism, nor is it actually about the promotion of women—like all ideological movements the ideology is what matters and what trumps all other concerns.