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Sleepy with a side of heartburn

FRIDAY. THREE DAY WEEKEND. I AM ALREADY ANTICIPATING 5:30PM.

We didn’t do much tonight. We took last night and tonight off from move-related matters because we were getting grumpy and frazzled and we both just needed some down time from all the chaos. Things are a little better except now I have some raging heartburn. Blech.

Tonight we watched a documentary that I had seen part of before and that BFF had seen all of – Super High Me. I love it, mostly because pot jokes by people who smoke pot are hilarious. But I got angry at the end when they showed the DEA raiding the dispensaries. I always get angry when people try to stand in the way of help for the people who need it most. The healthcare system in this country is fucking atrocious and I defy you to find an example of how it is awesome for someone with little to no income and chronic illnesses or pre-existing conditions. GIVE ME CONCRETE EVIDENCE OF HOW OUR HEALTHCARE SYSTEM GIVES A FUCK AND MAYBE I’LL CHANGE MY TUNE.

MAYBE.

So when I watch the DEA taking away the medication that a lot of people rely on to function pain free or anxiety free or nausea free or WHATEVER FREE, I get really angry. Why not just go down to the local Rite Aid and close down that pharmacy too? Because the shit they’re pushing is way more harmful than the stuff being sold at dispensaries.

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Look at all the fucks I give!

WOW WHAT A WEEK FOR DOUCHEBAGS.

Okay, so first things first, work is pretty awesome and I enjoy being employed LIKE A BOSS. My coworkers are nice and fun to work with and we get shit done while still being awesome. I am terrified of the day when I am shoved into the swimming pool and forced to sink or swim, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Other than that though, holy balls. People were supremely douchey this week. First there is Little Girl, who I have written off as a person I ever want to have anything to do with again. I can take or leave Little Girl, but she is kind of involved in The BFF’s life, so while I can be flip and give zero fucks about her, I still need to be supportive of The BFF. And then there is this other person, who I will not mention by name or otherwise right now, but ugh. If you read my blog, just…ugh. Go away. I don’t want your traffic here.

Now. I NEED TO GET MY ASS IN BED. Well. It’s already IN bed but it needs to get to sleep. Also: can we take a moment to observe the awesometasticness of Wisconsin, Libya, and Bahrain (not to mention all of the other countries fighting to have their voices heard)? Because damn, y’all. YOU ARE GETTING SHIT DONE.

I HAVE NEWS

INTERNET, I GOT A JOB. A J-O-B. A REAL ONE THAT PAYS ME MONEY ON A REGULAR BASIS. SUCCESSSSSSSSS.

I don’t have much other news than that. I did just discover that you can rebagel things on WP now, so I’m probably going to show you a post I just found for a delicious chicken recipe. Because OM NOM NOM FOOD.

OH THAT’S ANOTHER THING ABOUT HAVING A JOB: REGULAR ACCESS TO FOOD. So I can start getting back on the wagon in terms of not being a failing pile of disorder when it comes to eating. One of the first things I’m going to do when I get paid is make a huge fucking dinner, with like, a huge fucking dessert at the end. And I guess I might let other people eat some of it, too. Last night, Twelve made us bacon bison burgers to celebrate and omfg you guys, you haven’t lived until you’ve eaten one of his bison burgers. It’s like a party in your mouth and then a party in your belly. Tonight we’re having brownies and ice cream and champagne. LIKE A BOSS.

P.S.
SO I REMEMBER FOR LATER: HOSNI MUBARAK STEPPED DOWN AS PRESIDENT OF EGYPT TODAY. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PEACEFUL REVOLUTION, PEOPLE!

Thanks, Chrome!

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR LOSING ALL THOSE TABS I HAD OPEN. THOSE TABS HELD UNTOLD RICHES AND…well, okay it was just a bunch of links for jobs I need to apply for, and I could probably duplicate the results by going back to Craigslist but UGH IT IS 11PM WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEE?

I also lost a whole bunch of links about JOB INTERVIEWS and HOW NOT TO SUCK AT THEM. Sigh. Clearly I have a lot of first world problems. Why am I complaining about them when there are people halfway around the world being murdered for standing up for themselves? Because…I’m an American and it’s what we do. Glum.

This blog post just took a turn for the somber. The past week or so has shown me that I am really uneducated about some parts of the world. There are some areas that I know quite a bit about. Egypt is not one of those places. I posted a link on Facebook yesterday that was how to avoid saying stupid things about Egypt. There was something on it about how fierce Egyptian women are and have been throughout their history. I…I want to know more about that. I need to know more about that.

On a completely unrelated and fluffier note, GO LOOK AT HOWIE GO GO GO. Internets, did I ever tell you about the time I met Howie? I KNOW RIGHT? After all these years, I finally met him. And you’ll be glad to know that we parted ways unscathed. It’s a miracle.

I promise nothing

The past few days have been weird. Weird because our phones got shut off, so we’re in this weird disconnected-but-connected limbo. A miscommunication made us an hour and a half late for a small birthday/pie-eating gathering, and another miscommunication sent my jury summons to an address I haven’t lived or been registered at for five years. The mood was strange at the gathering and the mood was strange when we got home, and then The BFF got sick and we had to pay a visit to the country pharmacy, which was as unpleasant as it sounds but we got the inhaler we needed, so it was worth it. I think. I hope? It amazes me that we are able to access this and it makes me sad that not everyone has the “luxury” of an hour-long wait in a crowded, poorly lit room with people in various states of mental and physical illness. I made chili for dinner last night (Friday) and it was really good. Better today.

It’s raining right now. It has given me a headache of spectacular proportions.

I’m addicted to playing UNO on Facebook.

I got passed up for another job this week, a job for which I was qualified. A job for which I thought I would be a good fit.

For most of the day, and part of last night, I had a thought solidly in my head and attached to that thought was “I need to write a blog post about this!” and of course, I’m unable to remember what exactly it is. It didn’t have anything to do with Egypt, but while we’re on the subject, I really wish we got Al-Jazeera here. On our cable. Or something. I’ve been watching it online and it’s just refreshing to hear about places that aren’t, you know, the U.S.

I really do have deeper thoughts on Egypt that don’t involve AJE but it’s hard to put them into words. My thoughts and spirit are with the people of Egypt as they fight to be heard. I wish them luck, safety, and peace.

I’m sleepy now, internets. I think I’m going to put down my computer.

Or play some more UNO.

Growth

ETA: This post is now a separate page and can be found under “Important site information”.

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This blog has existed since early-to-mid 2005. Those of you who have been reading it or are new to this blog but have known me for a long time know that the past six years have been full of a lot of difficult times and change. As I’ve gone back through old entries to categorize ones I was too lazy to categorize when I made them or ones that I imported from the blog before this, I’ve had the changes in my life made all too clear.

Mostly, it’s a problem of language.

You all know that I love words. I love stringing them together. I love shouting them like they are all onomatopoeia. I also love that words have meaning. Specific meaning. Yes, language is always evolving but that isn’t an excuse to take a word and change it because you want it to mean something else, something with fewer consequences. Words still mean things, even if the language and definitions of words change. Words have meaning.

I read some cringe-worthy things in old entries that made me really, really, really ashamed (most notably: calling Ann Coulter ‘Mann Coulter’. Yeesh), but those things also served to show me how much I’ve changed, how much my own language and usage have evolved, and how it remains true that we never stop learning, we never stop growing, we never stop changing. Or at least we should, or try to, because life is constantly evolving, even minutely, and as a species, we are capable of learning. You can teach an old dog new tricks. She might not like it but she can definitely learn.

It’s a little timely, the rejuvenation of this blog. Remember the whole Huck Finn/n-word debacle from several weeks back and how so many of us don’t want it revised or edited to hide a shameful part of our nation’s past? That’s a lot like what I went through when reading my old entries. At first I wanted to change them all. Some I wanted to delete outright. I wanted to erase my mistakes and make myself look more awesome, always cool, always correct and sensitive and intelligent.

But that’s not right.

My ignorance at the time does not excuse the sexist, sizeist, ableist language that dots my old entries. Now that I am a little wiser, I can begin anew with my evolved language and try harder not to offend, belittle, erase, and demean others. It will be a constant effort because just like my language, my thoughts are always evolving. I meet new people, thanks to the internet, who introduce me to things I hadn’t noticed or realized yet, given my privilege as a white, (mostly) straight, cisgender woman. They force me to think. I am grateful to them for that, whether or not they know it, whether or not they know me.

Part of my plan for restarting this blog is to take old entries and show you how I could change them if I wanted. I won’t actually edit the entries permanently on the site; instead, I’ll do it in a new entry or a pdf or a Google Doc, depending on the length of the entry and number of problems I find.

I’m sticking this post to the front page so everyone will always see it. I know it will get annoying. Maybe I’ll turn this into a page if people actually start reading this blog and complain about having to scroll past the same entry every single effing time.

If you notice something I say or use that is problematic for you, please don’t hesitate to comment on the post or if it makes you more comfortable, send me an email. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an email and I’ll try my best to answer it.

001/100

April 6, 1994 marked the beginning of the Rwandan genocide. For the next 100 days, I endeavor to make one post about Rwanda a day. This one will be brief (and also on April 7, because I got all distracted by the basketball game GO HEELS!!!!). Fifteen years on, the ghosts linger.

Tomorrow’s entry will be longer, I promise! And actually, it will be today’s entry. So today, the 7th, you get two posts instead of one.

Oy. It’s LATE and I’m TIRED.

Who are you??

Never fear, dear internets. It is I! She of the sparkly britches.

I have been busy! I have been plunking away on my NaNoWriMo, which will not hit 50k. I’ll be lucky if it hits 20k. I mean, there’s always the chance of a surprise Thanksgiving holiday push but I might be too asleep for that to happen. I JUST DON’T KNOW. I’ve also been busy dodging my homework assignments. I have to do it tonight, NO EXCUSES. Unless the tree just begs to be put up tonight (I want to have it up before The BFF leaves on Wednesday because I’m a pain like that) and then I will forgo a bit of homework for that purpose.

Also, this weekend I was busy getting my str8 against h8 on. You can check out the photos on my Flickr. The link is available on my FB profile. And also my Twitter.

Here! Have an adorable video greeting from our future first family.

All right. Back to work now.

OH! Before I go, if you’d like a possibly handmade, possibly store-bought holiday greeting from yours truly, drop me a line with your information. I promise I won’t sell it to anyone unless you piss me off.

National Prop 8 protest

Saturday, November 15. Find your location here.

That is all

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