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It seems some people aren't ready to move on from the Halloween season just yet, with this 2012 vampire flick having risen from the dead ove
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Lil Dude is okay. He'll still even eat from my hand, if the pigeons aren't being assholes. Fucking hell. One pigeon finds out your friends with a lizard and gives them mealworm, suddenly you have 15 asshole minions.
I'd rather hang out with Lil Dude. But I might need the "minions" because I live next to a shortcut to Walgreens and all the fucking nosy neighbors walk by.
Knowing I can whistle and throw a cup* of birdseed at anyone who lingers too long is an actual comfort.
* By cup I mean I cut a water bottle in half and have been using the lower half to scoop seed to convince the minions to leave Lil Dude the hell alone.
Well.... it's June 8.
Which means I am 40. I have officially doubled my own life expectancy.
Kicking death in the nuts, one day at a time. And I am now an official Old Fart.
Tumblr is going the way of Lootboxes and you fucks don't even see it.
In other news, my aunt died of stomach cancer, and her own sisters knew for 6 months, but never told my mom that her sister was dying. Linda's non-verbal grandson was the one who found her dead.
WHAT FUCKING COMMUNITY STANDARD HAVE I VIOLATED WHEN I'M NOT ON?!
Oh good. The fucking ask box is a paid feature......
LikeI don't have enough crap in my life, that can deal with my former hobby telling me I'm a horrible person and also pay me.
Love being told the moment I log in after months to post a brief update that I have one again violated community standards. And no they aren't telling me what standard I violated.
Also that to display a custom theme and to search my own blog I need to pay 5 dollars.
Holy crap is Tumblr falling into the crapper.
That moment when covid math hits and you really, fully, realize that you are a year older then you thought you were.
In my case...... ON JUNE 8TH MY IDIOT ASS WILL BE 40.
HOW THE FUCK HAVE I DOUBLED WHEN I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE. MY IDIOT SELF.
It just goes to show you.... I'm a fucking moron obsessed with story telling. You can do si musty now than me. You are already stronger than I am ..
Quick update and a bit of back story.
About 25 years ago my stepdad was hit head on by a wrong way drunk driver. To say how bad it was, Leet me put it this way; he took the other cars engine block to the face and chest, dying 3 times in the hospital.
He's has seizures and trauma-induced memory problems. He'll never be okay, and while he's tried to adjust to this new life, there are, of course, the good and bad days.
After Mom had a minor stroke (unrelated except for stress) I have been a caretaker. Mom has had two more small strokes over the years and Matt's been slowly progressing down dementia road.
Lately, we've been catching him eating spoonfuls of coffee grounds.
We have been looking at various care facilities because it's becoming clear that Mom and I aren't enough. That's kind of in pause at the moment for paperwork reasons.
At his most recent doctor's appointment, last week, a whole new diagnosis came to light. Post-traumatic Parkinsonism. We need yet another specialist, and he has to be settled into the medications and have a more out less stable routine to be able to move into a care facility.
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I actually did have a fun update... I really did. This this late news fucked it all up
So I'm not only found out by the vampiologist himself, Mr. Hogg, but he shouted out the halfassed, adhd addled Shoebox of Unhealthy Obsession in the Journal's socials.
I'm a semi staffed researcher for a local ghost hunting group. They get permission for a site, I hit the archives while they are doing es spooky shit. They don't know a damn thing about what I find until they get back and sleep. Complete three day silence. I get the call they they are going to XYX and then I don't fucking talk to them again for the whole weekend.
Even Tumblr had its footprint. I'm a folklorist. I know exactly how for that print reaches in the weird shit and overall digital.
Something happened involving my step-dad proving that while there is a whole ass world out there full of tales, that I am really the only one willing to step up.
Even if it comes at the cost of his own kids inheriting even a dime, Matt said fuck it.
If you can't tell, IRL has been a clusterfuck this couple years. That's why I hadn't been on. It's only me. His own family won't do shit.
I need this for the time stanp.
Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
I mean, if someone wrote that to me, I’d probably believe they were sick.
“Slutantions” has me crying laughing
i once emailed my professor with a migraine. a mistake.
“I amsick will not to choir because i have a heache. i Hope its very and i am so sorry
love,
blue”
the subject line was “OW”
THE SUBJECT LINE IS THE BEST PART JSJFJSJDJS JUST IMAGINE GETTING AN EMAIL WITH NO CONTEXT OTHER THAN “OW”
As someone who has taught college, please send those emails because 1) We WILL believe that; no one would write that on purpose and 2) we need a laugh sometimes.
On the other side of this, once after getting taken to the ER by ambulance, I got an email from the professor whose class I’d passed out in, and the message had no text, just the subject line “you good?”
Reblogging for the last addition
Claritin makes me weird, but I have allergies so there’s about a month and a half block of time where I’m taking Claritin and am just weird most of the time.
Anyway, my last year of college, I got the flu or something in late March and was also taking Mucinex. I told my professor I couldn’t come to class one day by email except I couldnt think of what to say, so my medicated ass decided to make a Fry meme. I think it said something like “Not sure if I can go to class with a head the size of Texas, bottom text.” I didn’t think until the next day that it probably wasn’t socially-acceptable to tell your philosophy professor you weren’t coming to class via Tumblr style memes. When i got back to class, i found that she’d printed it out and taped it to the classroom bulletin board.
Oh shit you guys i turned on my WinXP laptop that I used to use back then.
IT WAS ON THE DESKTOP. THIS IS WHAT I SENT.
It’s even worse than i remember it
I laugh myself hoarse every time this post comes around, so here it is again.
Once emailed a professor from my hospital bed high on painkillers after a really bad car crash which my heart actually stopped the email “Dead cant class sory”
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