My mom used to work at a bingo place with another woman. She isn’t too old but she is very disabled (she has MS).
As time passes, it gets worse and she ends up being very bad financially. The woman has three sons: the eldest is a drug dealer, the middle just doesn’t bother to help at all, and the third is illiterate and has some mental issues, but always stays with his mother.
Since the woman doesn’t know much, and the only son willing to help is the illiterate one that doesn’t know much either, they need help. They got another woman to help them out with everything they didn’t understand, but sadly she took advantage of them. Whenever she provided help she made unreasonable requests back. She would try and force the woman’s son to do things for her (mow her lawn, shovel the snow, etc.) Again, he was only one was willing to help and it was too much for him.
Eventually my mother steps in and helps her. She made sure to always be there when bankers or people from the health organization need to talk to them. She handles everything that they don’t understand. She even gets the woman into a very good retirement home.
Because she is very poor and appears to be quite scruffy, no one was willing to help them. But my mother fought for them and thanks to her the woman is well taken care of and in a better place.
The third son is a grown man, in his early thirties. From stereotypical appearance, he is not someone you would want to meet in an alleyway. His clothes are always full of dirt and he has a big bushy beard with large hair. He is very unkempt basically and doesn’t speak much. Yet despite this, he is the one of the most kind people you could ever meet. All his brothers left their mother, leaving him. He had the option to leave as well but he didn’t. He stayed with his mother and worked his butt off all the time to help her. He didn’t stop, even when he became a grown man. He is the only son that stayed and that’s just amazing.
(I am a manager at a fast food restaurant. Like most quick serve restaurants these days there is a self serve beverage counter in the lobby for customers to fill their own drinks. I am watching the counter for a cashier while she goes to the bathroom and a customer comes in with her young child. They order food; I hand them their receipt with their order number on it. I then bag up their food and hand it to them.)
Customer: “We ordered this to go.”
Me: “Yup. That’s why it’s in a bag. Anything else I can get you?”
Customer: “You didn’t get us our drinks.”
Me: “Your cups are right here.” *I point to the cups sitting next to her bag of food* “Did you need another drink?”
Customer: “But I ordered this to go.”
Me: “Uh… yes, that’s why I bagged it for you.”
Customer: “But you didn’t get us our drinks.”
Me: “Well, it’s a self serve fountain machine. You fill your own cups.”
Customer: “But I ordered it to go.”
Me: “I know, but we don’t make the drinks for walk in customers.”
Customer: “So I have to fill my own drink, even though I ordered it to go?”
Me: “Yes. The fountain machine is there for your convenience.”
Customer: *to her daughter* “Come on, honey, I guess we have to get our own drinks.”
(Even more amazing, this isn’t the first time I’ve had this conversation.)
If you live in or around Manchester, know that my thoughts are with you.
But it's not just Manchester (although that's by far the scariest). It's nearly everything our President says or does, it's Texas deciding LGBT rights don't matter, it's a kindergarten teacher refusing to acknowledge a mtf trans kid's identity and making what should be a fun experience - kindergarten - turn into something traumatic, it's some idiots breaking into cars in my neighbourhood, there's just so much these days. Sigh.
On a much (MUCH!) happier note, I haz ( a veggie garden! )
What else? Hmmm. Last weekend (13 May) MiniPlu was tasked with keeping a friend occupied while her sister set up a surprise birthday party - for SIX hours. Fortunately, the mall is 30 mins away so getting there and back took quite a bit of time on its own, plus a side trip away from the mall for a late lunch at Panera. Along the way I got a new dress from Bean and a new HP tshirt from Hot Topic. Mother's Day was ... ok. I had wanted some time to myself, and didn't get very much because of various things, but ... oh well. At least I didn't have to make dinner. Monday MiniPlu started coming down with a cold and stayed home on Tues. By Wed I was starting to come down with it, with the cruddiest days being Thurs/Fri. It was a fairly mild cold, but it still sucks when your nose gets all stuffed up. :P Thankfully, I wasn't called in to sub those days (I taught on Mon and subbed lunch on Tues after library). Those days were also super hot, for mid-late May, anyway - about 90F/32C. It made me conscious of how much we're going to miss having a community pool this summer. At least it's cooler again for now.
My life: it is so exciting.
Or maybe I feel uneasy because the story is in such a weird place: it's an AU WIP that's so AU that I've basically decided that I'm going to take the serial numbers off and let it breathe as its own thing...except that'll mean rewriting absolutely everything I've already gotten down. So "sharing a chunk" would mean "sharing words that I already expect will never see the light of day even as part of a complete draft". (But I love those words.) (But it's a weird thing to post.) (But I've already shared swaths of it with ushobwri on workshop days, if not for quite a while, so what's the big deal, self?)
Community promotions! china_shop just created nanodownunder, which will run in June and offer daily check-in posts. I've signed up in another attempt at getting an external kick in the pants; I haven't made it anywhere near as far as trying to figure out what I might attempt to work on.
Anyway, china_shop is lovely, and it sounds fun. Do come join!
Also, prompt claims are now open at smallfandomfest! (Complete spreadsheet of prompts here.) The prompt list accrues new prompts with each round, rather than discarding the list of unfilled prompts and starting over, which means it's fairly long. ^_^ And there's a new Newsflesh prompt. Made by someone I don't know. (My fandom is small enough that wholly unfamiliar names literally always startle me for a second.)
And it's a smutty prompt for my ship, so clearly I should try to write something for it, because a) how often does that happen? and b) it's a prompt that meshes perfectly with my headcanon.
Tomorrow we're signing some Very Grown Up (and uninteresting, alas) money-related paperwork, which always feels intimidating. One nice thing is that our lawyer friend (formerly of Casual Job, who passed the bar just last year) is doing the necessary lawyerly things; if we must spend money on getting paperwork extensively handled, I'm glad (some of) it's going to a friend.
I'm waiting on such dull things, guys. For one, an email notifying me that my ancient email account that I never use but don't want to let go of has been renewed for another year (it's with the local freenet, and they require you to say "please renew my account for another year" annually, which is kind of annoying, and I did it a bit late. And I really wish the damn "okay, that's done!" reply would turn up so I can forget about it for another year.
For another, when I was out erranding with my mom last Thursday, we stopped by a library branch I don't usually go to, and since she was going in and I otherwise didn't need to, she dropped a book of mine that was due that day into the returns bin. Great! Except my online account still thinks it's checked out (and thus overdue). I've been logging in once or twice a day to see if it's been checked in, and tonight (after business hours) I finally tweeted to the library system's account to ask "um, when should I start worrying?"
These are small, boring things, and since I'm not wired to put stuff like that out of my mind, I can't stop thinking about them. >.< I've hit the point of actively resenting the amount of mental real estate they're taking up between them.
The Federal Communications Commission will not take any action in response to complaints over the May 1 broadcast of “The Late Show With Stephen Colbert,” in which Colbert said in his opening monologue, “the only thing [Trump’s] mouth is good for is being Vladimir Putin’s c— holster.”
This one from Mental Floss is my current favorite~
Offbeat Plans to Protect Nuclear Waste (With Cats)
by Rachel Kaufman
"...Radioactive waste remains dangerous to humans for at least 10,000 years. So, how do we tell people living in the far distant future to stay out of our trash? The government’s solution: some good, old-fashioned warning signs.
"Of course, coming up with such a simple plan wasn’t all that easy. To keep future generations safe, the U.S. government had to do some seriously long-term thinking. In the 1990s, when the [Waste Isolation Pilot Plant] was still being completed, federal officials convened a panel of scientists, anthropologists, and linguists to brainstorm. And just to ensure they had enough diverse minds involved, they also invited a team of science-fiction writers to join the mix.
"The group realized early on that big 'Do Not Enter' signs wouldn’t suffice for the WIPP site. After all, they reasoned, there were plenty of curses and warnings carved into the ancient pyramids to ward off grave robbers, and clearly, legions of Egyptologists ignored the pictograms and raided the tombs anyway. What’s more, it’s doubtful that folks 10,000 years from now will even be able to read modern English. Think of it this way: Only a few of today’s scholars can understand the original Beowulf without a translation, and that text is only 1,000 years old.
"Creating an ominous warning sign that lasts forever and translates for generations across all cultures wasn’t going to be easy. But as Germany learned when it faced a similar problem in the 1980s (thanks to some leaky nuclear-storage incidents), academics aren’t shy about offering out-of-the-box suggestions. One expert proposed writing a message on an artificial moon and launching it into space. Because the moon would always be visible in the night sky, the warning would be impossible to forget. Yet another expert proposed creating an 'atomic priesthood' — an elite class of people who would protect the area from one generation to the next by scaring the public with veiled threats of a supernatural curse. On the opposite end of the spectrum, one researcher suggested leaving the site entirely unmarked, reasoning that human curiosity is too powerful a force to overcome.
"But the strangest suggestion by far came from two German linguists. They argued that governments around the world should breed cats that turn colors when exposed to radiation. These so-called 'ray cats' could then be immortalized in song and legend, so that even after the scientific knowledge of radiation had been lost to the sands of time, folklore would tell of their supernatural power to change their fur in the presence of extreme danger.
"For the time being, the U.S. government has settled on a much simpler idea. Surrounding the WIPP will be a forest of concrete obelisks, etched with messages in multiple languages, including English, Chinese, Spanish, Latin, Hebrew, and Navajo. The structures will also contain a series of pictograms that depict human faces in pain. Admittedly, it sounds a whole lot like the warnings on the Egyptian pyramids. But fortunately, the government still has time to come up with a different plan. The WIPP site won’t be sealed for at least another 60 years — and that’s plenty of time to breed a ray cat."
07 Once Upon a Time
05 Person of Interest
01 each of Stargate SG-1, Stargate Universe, Warehouse 13, Eureka, Farscape, Firefly, Doctor Who, Hawaii Five-0, & Agents of Shield
The rest are here at the_holodeck.
by Amanda Epley
"...Just last year, a marathon seemed impossible. Today, you’re a marathoner.
"I want you to remember this feeling the next time you are faced with an overwhelming predicament or unforeseen setback. I want you to remember this feeling whenever you think to yourself, 'I could never do that.' I want you to remember this feeling in those quiet moments when your anxiety gets the best of you.
"When you find yourself hesitating to try something new, I want you to remember this feeling and go for it. When you encounter someone else who is working hard to reach a goal, I want you to remember this feeling and offer words of encouragement. When you take on your next challenge (and you will), I want you to remember this feeling and give it everything you have.
"I want you to tap into this feeling whenever you are afraid, or discouraged, or pessimistic. I want you to draw strength from this feeling whenever you are belittled, or disrespected, or unappreciated. I want you to summon this feeling and shield yourself from self-doubt and negativity.
"I want you to remember the blood, sweat, and tears that led up to this feeling and acknowledge that the best accomplishments in life require a lot of hard work behind the scenes.
"I want you to remember the friends who ran alongside you and lifted you up when you needed them most, the onlookers who cheered for you on the sidelines, the coaches who bestowed their wisdom and made your success their priority, and the loved ones who supported you and understood the importance of this goal – for they helped make this feeling possible.
"I want you to remember how loved you are, because none of us truly accomplishes anything alone."
President Trump’s recent phone call with Philippines President Rodrigo Duterte wasn't released in detail by the Trump White House, but someone else leaked it. Trump praises Duterte on the call for doing an “unbelievable job on the drug problem,” which consists of Duterte literally murdering people in extrajudicial street executions.
"Drag Queen Story Hour Puts the Rainbow in Reading".
Via deifire, "George A. Romero Is Planning a NASCAR Zombie Movie".
"If You're Under 16, You Won't Believe What The Internet Used To Be Like". [Buzzfeed, in case the title didn't give it away]
"'A Kingdom On Wheels': The Hidden World That Made The Circus Happen".
"Nevertheless, He Persisted: Tales of Masculine Perseverance". [McSweeney's]
"13 Real AF Situations Every Anxious Person Has Experienced". [Buzzfeed]
"The need for urgent collective action to keep people safe online: Lessons from last week’s cyberattack".
"Exclusive: Could the legend come true? Tower of London raven allowed to fly free".
"On the radar: receipts". [OxfordWords Blog] "How and when did ‘receipts’ come to mean ‘proof’?"
"Surreal Pencil Drawings Look Like How Repressing Your Emotions Feels". (Really neat; also frequently disturbing.)
"Exploring Yugoslavia’s Mysterious Abandoned Brutalist Monuments: Serbian photographer Jovana Mladenovic photographs forgotten post-World War II sculptures".
"Dear Media: Please Stop Simply Saying the Rape Charges Against Julian Assange Were “Dropped”". [The Mary Sue]
"Why you should never ever feed bread to a duck".
"Coming Up Aces: What does asexual mean?" [Queership]
At Baking Bites: "A Visit to The Museum of Ice Cream, Los Angeles".
"Presenting…The Freelance Writer’s Rebuttal Guide!" [Matt Wallace]
"A Brief History of 'Squee': The word has its fans". [Merriam-Webster]
"The Hot New Millennial Housing Trend Is a Repeat of the Middle Ages: Communal living is hardly a departure from tradition—it's a return to how humans have been making their homes for thousands of years".
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Ginny Weasley.
Summary: Hermione knows when to talk and when to stay quiet.
Word Count: 600
A/N: Written for hp_may_madness/hp_may_madness/hp_may_madness' 2017 fest.
Day Twenty-three prompt(s) used: Could you stop looking at her, and maybe notice me?
Word Prompts: holiday, hot, horse
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
( Taking Notice )