or why don’t they get a job and sober up instead of relying on non-homeless people for their main income source. them getting a job is definitely cheaper than housing them, and them continuing to stay there because they’re lazy and don’t want to do anything with their lives. now that’s an idea. and next time, don’t link people to some random-ass tumblr blog. i want real news sources (ex: NBC, Huff Post, Fox News, MSNBC, etc…)
Last time I was homeless I was also working full time, 45-60 hours per week. As a manager, no less. But I still wasn’t getting paid enough to afford a place to live until I found a place that I could split with two other people.
The Boston Symphony was performing Beethoven’s Ninth. In the piece, there’s a long passage about 20 minutes during which the double basses have nothing to do. Rather than sit around the whole time looking stupid, some bassists decided to sneak offstage and go to the tavern next door for a quick one. After slamming several beers in quick succession (as double bassists are prone to do), one of them looked at his watch. “Hey! We need to get back!”
"No need to panic," said a fellow bassist.
"I thought we might need some extra time, so I tied the last few pages of the conductor’s score together with string. It’ll take him a few minutes to get it untangled."
A few moments later they staggered back to the concert hall and took their places in the orchestra. About this time, a member of the audience noticed the conductor seemed a bit edgy and said as much to her companion.
"Well, of course," said her companion. "Don’t you see? It’s the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded.”
The Emperor is completely kicking my butt. I hit him for about 1,000 points of damage per round, and then he drains about 2,000-3,000 from me and adds them to his total, so he’s not actually losing hit points overall (meanwhile, my characters keep dying). I think I’ll sleep then try again tonight or tomorrow with a different strategy.
I’ve reached the point in Final Fantasy 2 where I’m nearing the end (inside Pandaemonium) and I just want to finish it. I’m even avoiding most items at this point, either because they’re guarded by enemies I’d rather not fight, or they’re so far out of the way that I just figure, “yeah, that armor would be nice, but is it really worth the extra 20 battles it’ll take to get there and back?”
I’m just going to rely on magic and potions and such to get through the rest of this and hope that my characters are good enough without the extra-special items.
State legislators are attempting to declare that only they have the right to interpret the Second Amendment, a movement that recalls the anti-federal spirit of the Civil War…
Nothing like trying to be actual Confederates to prove what fools NRA-owned legislators really are.
Next up: reinstating slavery, the “states right” that confederate states were fighting for in the actual Civil War. We’ve already got cops around the country treating black people like runaway slaves, so how much further behind can putting it in writing be?
“After Mr. Davis was detained, did you have any blood on you?” asked Davis’ lawyer, James Schottel.
“No, sir,” Beaird replied.
Schottel showed Beaird a copy of the “property damage” complaint.
“Is that your signature as complainant?” the lawyer asked.
“It is, sir,” the cop said.
“And what do you allege that Mr. Davis did unlawfully in this one?” the lawyer asked.
“Transferred blood to my uniform while Davis was resisting,” the cop said.
“And didn’t I ask you earlier in this deposition if Mr. Davis got blood on your uniform?”
“You did, sir.”
“And didn’t you respond no?”
“Correct. I did.”
Beaird seemed to be either admitting perjury or committing it. The depositions of other officers suggested that the “property damage” charges were not just bizarre, but trumped up.
Just a little history on the corrupt incompetence that is the Ferguson P.D.
They beat a man in his cell, then charged him with getting blood on their uniforms.
Then, when they realized that they’d have to explain the blood, decided to testify that their original charge had been a complete lie.
When ordered to save the video tape of the incident, they saved the wrong tape — and produced it playing at 32x the normal speed so that nothing could possibly be inferred from it even if they had accidentally provided the correct tape.
Personnel files? What personnel files? The police chief didn’t know where they are or what’s in them or who’s in charge of them.
"I don’t know what they maintain in personnel files," said former chief Thomas Moonier.
"Who was in charge of personnel files, of maintaining them?" Schottel asked.
"I have no idea," Moonier said. "I believe City Hall, but I don’t know."
This is the shit that’s standard operating procedure in Ferguson. And yes, Darren Wilson was on the force when this happened in 2009. He had been fired from one corrupt police department when it was disbanded, and hired right into another corrupt department.
And yet some people still insist on defending these absolutely evil, incompetent disgraces to their profession.
Well, perhaps that’s harsh of me to say. They’re actually shining examples of their profession as it’s practiced in the United States of America today. And that’s the fucking problem.
A shooting instructor has been in killed in the United States after he was accidentally shot while showing a nine-year-old girl how to use an Uzi submachine gun. Charles Vacca, 39, died on Monday after he was shot at the Last Stop shooting outdoor range in Arizona, Mohave County Sheriff's officials said. Mr Vacca was airlifted to the University Medical Centre in Las Vegas, the officials said. According to investigators, Mr Vacca was standing next to the girl when she pulled the trigger and the recoil sent the gun over her head. Deputies said the girl was at the shooting range with her parents.
why would you put an uzi in a 9-year-old’s hands oh my god
Seriously, who the hell puts a fully automatic weapon in the hands of a nine year old? There are more details about it here, but I warn you that they also have video (which stops just before the girl actually shoots the instructor, though you can see the gun moving towards him as the fully automatic weapon fires and recoils and fires again). The girl lost control of the gun due to the recoil, and shot the instructor in the head.
She’s going to remember that for the rest of her life. I feel worse for her than I do the idiot instructor who willingly put himself in that situation to make a few bucks off of stupid parents.
And yet this wasn’t a violation of procedure or anything — the article I link quotes the shooting range’s manager as saying that they’ll go as young as eight years old with an automatic weapon, as long as their parents are there.
Fucking gun nuts, man. Their paranoia and desire to arm even young kids outweighs their common fucking sense.
I’ll get a new character joining my party, and since I’ve spent a good bit of time grinding out random encounters to level everyone up, the new member will be way behind. So I’ll spend a few days (off and on, not a few days of real time) getting their hit points and attacks to an acceptable level. Then I go do something storyline related, and the next thing I know, that character leaves (taking my weapons with them), and is replaced by someone else who’s weaker than everyone else.
:( I hope today’s dreams are about your upcoming WDW trip and there are no lines and you get to ride and see everything with no wait and the weather is beautiful :D
Sadly, no such luck. Dreams consisted of a plane crash, another plane flight that I was on that was delayed while they checked the plane for a bomb because someone had called in a threat, and — coup de grâce — being back at Disneyland as a cast member again (which starts out wonderfully), and not even getting fired (a rarity in my Disneyland dreams), but there was also an active shooter firing into the park from the outside, and my job was to push this huge cart back and forth from Main Street to the exits so people could get in and out of the park without getting hit (meanwhile, as I’m the one pushing, I’m exposed).
My subconscious mind hates me almost as much as my conscious mind hates me. Maybe more, actually.
getting surrounded/attacked by sharks, losing an arm to one of them
killing a person for some unknown reason and then trying to cover up the crime (I don’t remember actually doing it, but I do remember dreaming of hiding the evidence of what I had apparently done)
losing one of my best tumblr friends by asking them a question about one of their posts, and them telling me that asking about it was rude and heartless (but it was all happening in person, not over tumblr, and I can’t shake the hurt in their eyes)
being back at work at Disneyland but, again, screwing everything up and getting myself fired (this time I had totally forgotten what my job was that day and had to go explain to a manager that I had absolutely no memory of the beginning of my shift — in actuality because I hadn’t dreamed that part of the shift, but I didn’t know that during the dream)
hiding in a stairwell at some hotel while gunmen hunted for me
wandering the Universal Studios backlot during an event where people were there for a show, but the show was me getting killed (the only question was how they were going to kill me, which would depend on where I was when I got caught).
But sleep is going to have to happen soon. But I’m overdue for some good dreams. And I’m not the least bit confident that I’m going to get them.