A VERY prolonged sequence at the climax of the films takes place surrounded by flashing lights, the screen spinning etc.
My epilepsy isn’t usually triggered directly by flashing lights but even so I had to close my eyes as this went on for like five minutes and I was genuinely worried
I haven’t seen ANY warnings about this and would NOT have gone without a friend if I’d known, I’m literally typing this on my phone outside the cinema and I’m genuinely worried to walk home on my own in case one comes on.
I’m getting Taco Bell and the speaker screen is just a windows login page for “Hyperactive Bob”
every time I post something like this I get comments and messages to the effect of “how do you FIND this shit” and I really can’t reiterate enough: I live in Oregon and this shit finds me whether I like it or not
i have no issue with atheism as a concept but if you mock people who rely on their god to help them get through hard times, you are trash and you are not nearly as intelligent as you think you are
By the same token, religion can be good as a concept, but if your method of helping a person through hard times relies entirely on pushing your religious beliefs on them, you are also trash and you are not nearly as charitable as you think you are.
So, most of you know that @dadhoc unexpectedly lost his job right after Lex died last year – and in fact exactly because Lex died. They fired him because he took a day off from work when he’d been up all night at the emergency vet with his dog, finally having to make the decision to put him down.
@dadhoc’s gotten work again, but between being out of work, his new job being ethically better but currently paying him literally less than half what his old job did, and my disability limiting my work hours, plus the fact that what was supposed to be ‘pay your deductible and we’ll fix your house’ turned into ‘lol jk you’re 10K in debt now’ – things are getting – well.
Really tough. We’re not yet scarily falling behind, but things are becoming a little nerve-wracking. My last paycheck, after I paid for our health care, was $30. That’s not a typo. It’s not typical, but it’s not a typo.
Between my various social media sites, I put in enough time answering questions, acting as support, and writing up resources for it to be a second job for me. I do it because I love it, and because I love our community, but it’d also be awesome if my labor could turn into cash money.
If you appreciate what I do, please consider buying me a coffee, or if you don’t like Ko-fi, sending something my way on PayPal. My Patreon will be going live tomorrow, at which time you will also have the option of paying me money for stories about socialist space lesbians and separately a Jewish scholar in a fantasy world based on Mongolia and also about a demisexual middle-aged wizard, her partner, and their trans apprentice. I just have to decide which one I want to plow through first.
If every one of my followers could toss a dollar in the kitty, I’d have enough money to be sure we’d be tided over to when things should pick up for @dadhoc, and maybe even make some of the desperately-needed safety-related repairs to our house, which have been put off and put off.
Even better, if you’d like to hire me to write something for you, edit, proofread, speak or sensitivity read for you? I am for hire. I also have an Etsy shop, and if you don’t see something you like in my current stock, hit me up for something custom. Any of my pride kippot can be modified into beanies if you want a Pride item but are not Jewish.
Thanks – and please boost this either way. ❤
So I hate to bring this up to the fore again, but here we are.
We are in scary territory right now. @dadhoc got a different job, finally, and we might be okay if we can make it to September, but the thing is, we gotta make it to September.
I haven’t talked about this a lot, but my job found an excuse to get rid of me, in a way that may or may not be legal because it may be a disability law violation but I don’t have the money to fight and they know that, and are now contesting my unemployment. If they rule against me, I’ll have to repay everything I’ve been paid since May 26th. (Yeah, they fired me right before my birthday.) Between that and the fact that dadhoc isn’t ramped up at his new job and is making just over minimum wage until he does? We’ve eaten through most of our savings paying bills and the mortgage for the last couple months.
(We do, for the moment, have medical assistance, so that much is covered. For now. Hooray Medicaid.)
My in-laws helped me to get a new sewing machine so that I can provide more awesome stuff at my Etsy shop, and I’ve branched out from Judaica to Pride items.
To Be Clear: Tiggy is my former biology teacher’s cat, not mine.
Tiggy was found on the street by her six-year-old son and they thought he was a teenager, except his teeth weren’t in great shape, and he never got any bigger. He’s lived with them for 15 years, and Mrs. A thinks he’s probably 17 now.
Tiggy is SUPPOSED to be an indoor cat, but he is Cunning and Apparently Feels No Pain, so he’s managed to get out may, many times by jimmying window locks open, working doorknobs knocking a hole in the roof from the attic, and straight-up running through single-pane glass once. So Mrs. A, attempting to mitigate his environmental impact, has him permanently wearing a neon yellow, reflective strip vest/harness, with bells, a flashing light and a beeper that goes off every 12 minutes, in case he gnaws the bells off. It also has a GPS tracker made from a modified Ankle bracelet, that tells her when he gets out.
IN SPITE OF THIS, he’s still murdery little shit.
The Loud Harness seems to have slowed down his genocide of the local small vertebrates, but had a curious backwards effect: The large carnivores come over and try to throw down with him.
If you’re wondering how 6lb kittykat takes down a 45 lb coyote: Stone-cold bastard kills them the same way a lion takes down a fucking zebra-He latches onto their windpipes and either asphyxiates them by clamping down or actually rips their throats out. The ruff does nothing.
We know this, and his estimated body count, because he likes to bring back particularly difficult kills to the porch to show off.
In 2012, Mrs. A’s son brought home a malamute/GSD puppy and Mrs. A was terrified that Tiggy was going to kill him too. Instead, Tiggy took Tobasco under his proverbial wing and went from “Mighty Hunter” to “Overprotective Parent”, staying in the yard and guarding Tobasco from any potential harm with the same murderous zeal as he’s always had.
…He also taught Tobasco how to stalk, chase, and corner the local wildlife and last year Mrs. A came home to find a six-point mule deer buck in her kitchen, attempting to hide on top of the stove.
I feel that Tiggy may be related to Nanny Ogg’s Greebo
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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