Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
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“Sometimes it takes just 5 minutes to practice being kind. Tell your mother “I love you” just because she deserves to hear those words. Pick up the phone and call your grandmother and ask her how she is feeling nowadays. Make a cup of coffee for your father despite the way he disapproves of the career path you’re taking. Give your dog a belly rub and surprise him with some extra biscuits or simply smile at anyone who looks like they’re having a bad day. Spreading love, warmth, and positivity towards others doesn’t seem to take too much from you so why not make it a lifestyle to make some small ephermal moments that reminds someone that everything is going to be okay.”
— Juansen Dizon, 300 Seconds
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via books-n-quotes)
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Monk: How did you become blind?
NPC: When I gave up my eyesight.
Monk: That’ll do it.
another comic for class! we were given a list of paintings and told to pick one to use in a story. i used 6 paintings here, and these are all the artists in order of their works’ appearances:
Telemaco Signorini, Piagentina; Winslow Homer, A Shady Spot; James Bingham; James Bingham; Walter Langley; W. David Shaw (very small on the last page, not the portrait)
I won’t be watching the Bundy Tapes on Netflix.
Instead I will be reading and thinking about Ted Bundy’s victims. I wonder where their movies are. I wonder why their names aren’t raised.
I wonder why we don’t hear about Lynda Ann Healy, a 21 year old psychology major about to graduate that semester. Lynda worked with handicapped children and got up early every day to report on the skiing conditions for local radio.
I wonder why we don’t hear about Debra Kent, a 17 year old aspiring social worker who was known for always having change to feed parking meters for strangers.
I wonder why we don’t hear about Susan Curtis. Susan was only 15 years old and was riding her bike to church that day. She was a star on her high school track team.
In a world filled with kind, beautiful people, I wonder why we all know Ted Bundy’s name. I wonder if that isn’t giving him and people like him exactly what he wanted. And frankly I’m sick of hearing people talk about him.
I’d like to talk about 12 year olds Lynette Culver and Kimberly Leach, neither of whom turned 13 because Ted Bundy stole their innocence and their lives from them. Kimberly had just been elected first runner up “Valentine Queen” by her peers and never got to wear that pretty new dress. Do you think her parents still have that dress, hanging in the back of a closet? I bet they do. I bet her dad sits with it in his darkest moments. You ever thought about him when you hear the name Ted Bundy?
Let’s talk about 19 year old Susan Rancourt, who had a 4.0 GPA. 17 year old Laura Aime. 18 year old Georgeann Hawkins. 23 year old Janice Ott. 26 year old Nancy Wilcox. 23 year old Caryn Campbell. 17 year old Melissa Smith. 19 year old Donna Manson, who was an excellent flute player and by all accounts a bit of a goth. 20 year old Kathy Parks. 22 year old Brenda Ball. 20 year old Lisa Levy. 21 year old Margaret Bowman. 25 year old Denise Oliverson, who had just gotten into a spat with her new husband and had gone for a walk to clear her mind. Denise weighed 105 pounds. She was bound, gagged, raped, mutilated and thrown from a fast moving car. Have you ever considered what HIS life has been like since that day? How many hours of his life do you think have been spent on the floor, clutching the ring he had given her, apologizing into thin air?
These stories are real. These people are REAL.
I get that Ted Bundy was handsome and his eyes were very blue but please. Please stop glamorizing him like this. He ended and ruined lives. Nothing about him is cool or worthy of emulation. Ted Bundy raped, tortured, mutilated and strangled over 30 females, including 12 year old girls. None of his victims weighed more than 115 pounds.
Ted Bundy was a pathetic man.
Emulate Lynda. Emulate Debra. Raise their names and their voices to those around you. Honor them. They were very real people with promising lives and futures stretched ahead of them, stolen.
Please don’t elevate or whitewash this kind of rampant violence against women. I assure you the world is harsh enough for us without a new generation thinking Ted Bundy is a cool, fascinating guy.
Thanks.
A good source to learn about the victims is Ann Rule’s book. She really digs into his crimes, but she really makes an effort to show that he was really terrible and that these were disgusting and how people reacted to them at the time. It’s by no means perfect but it really balances learning more about the crimes with not glorifying them and forgetting the victims.
me: “nah I won’t fall asleep. I’m not even that tired”
also me 3 minutes later:
can you believe how many species of ducks there are forever i thought there was only brown, white and green duck.
im a fan of this guy personally
Ruddy duck! that’s my favorite duck!
But please also consider:
Hooded mergansers
king eider!
Buffle heads! They’re all over the marsh and bay right now!
yeah I love ducks
For thousands of years, ulama was a religious ritual and a gruelling game, until the Spanish conquest nearly killed it off. Now, Mexicans are embracing it again – and they have the bruises to prove it
Snakes?
Our party had had a nasty run-in with a werewolf and all of us would have been slaughtered had it not been for some trusty saving throws. Most of the party fled first, and the rogue and the ranger fled second- but not without some gnarly wounds and a few faceplants into the mud. Word of the wise: always bring silvered weapons with you.
DM to the rogue: You barely escape the werewolf alive, but your guts are nearly falling out of the wound in your side and you desperately need help. You make it to the tavern in town where the rest of the party is waiting. And they are all absolutely horrified by your muddy, bloody, battered appearance. You look like a zombie.
Druid: I roll to medical check!
Cleric: No, wait, that’s my jo-
Rest of the party and the nearly dead rogue: NONONONO
Druid: Nat 1!
Cleric: oh boy
The rest of the party: FUCK
DM: Great! You see the rogue’s intestines through his wound and think they’re snakes! You think these snakes are what are causing the problem so the obvious solution is to kill them! You take your battle hammer and WHACK WHACK WHACK!
The party: *various wails and screeches of horror*
DM: And at this point the villager bystanders have called the mortician.
Someone needs to make a haunted house where it’s not that scary and the props look poorly made, but the Exit is fake and the real haunted house starts when you think you left
“Was it wrong to love someone you can’t have?” she asked. “Even if you were fully aware, that you can’t be with them every second of the day.”
I knew it from the start //ma.c.a