May 2012
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Cabin Pressure 1x6: Fitton
- ARTHUR: I'm truly happy!
- MARTIN: Oh God.
- DOUGLAS: No, Arthur, you are cheery. No one's interested in the secret of true cheeriness.
- ARTHUR: But that's not true. I'm fairly often just completely happy. Like, for instance, when you get into a bath quickly and it's just the right temperature, and you go "ooooh". I mean really no one gets any happier than that.
- MARTIN: What a depressing thought.
- ARTHUR: No, no, it's not though, because those sort of things happen all the time, whereas you're hardly ever, you know, blissfully happy with the love of your life in the moonlight, and when you are, you're too busy worrying about it being over soon, whereas the bath moments, there's loads of those!
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In Kansas, your local neighborhood drug store pharmacist can now refuse to fill your doctor-issued contraception prescription, or any drug he or she thinks might be used to terminate a pregnancy, or be used in conjunction with pregnancy termination, all on the grounds of “religious liberty” and “conscience protection.” Not only that, but anyone who ”reasonably believes” a drug prescription they are filling or “reasonably believes” an action they are taking — say, administering a drug — might result in the termination of a pregnancy is allowed to refuse under Republican Governor Sam Brownback‘s new law.
The so-called “Health Care Rights of Conscience Act,” which curiously exists in several states under the same name (perhaps an ALEC creation?), applies to pharmacists and even nurses and doctors — anyone who is related to the process of pregnancy termination. The drugs could include both abortion-inducing medications, and even emergency contraception like the so-called “morning-after pill,” but also could include drugs used for life-saving reasons — the pharmacist would only have to trust their gut, not the doctor’s orders.
I just booked a four-day Disneyland Vacation. The bad news? It’s not for me.
My parents will be visiting Disneyland in October. I’ll be at home, wishing I could have gone with them.
Mom thought she could outsmart Disney’s reservations system, and it cost her. She looked at the cost of a hotel/ticket package, then the cost of buying them separately, and we convinced she’d save hundreds of dollars by splitting the purchase.
Now, instead of park-hopper tickets, she’s got one-park-per-day tickets. After sales tax, this saved her a total of about $70 off the package price But the package price would have dropped by $30 if she’d just booked that and changed the ticket selection (which was an option - we went through both scenarios). So she really saved about $40 by splitting it into separate ticket/hotel purchases.
Of course, there’s one more important difference…parking was included in the vacation package, and it’s $15/day without the package. Both Mom and I missed that in the fine print until after the hotel was booked. When it’s all said and done, trying to outsmart Disney ended up costing her an extra $6.39.
Still, it could have been much worse…if she’d waited to get tickets until Disneyland’s ticket price increase that goes into effect on Sunday, she would have paid $52 more for the two 4-day tickets for her and my stepdad.
When it comes to a Disney vacation, it pays to read the fine print…and a degree in mathematics couldn’t hurt, either.
Reblog with a screencap of your desktop. NO CLEANING.
bearing in mind I have yet to move everything over from my other laptop.
this just made me realize how much i need to clean off my desktop omg
so many icons
make them go away
Idk man, I just really like my background.
Sure, I’ll play.
Go Big or Go Home
So many people say “go big or go home,” but they never mention the spectacular failures that attitude often leads to. For every success story about people who risked it all, there are countless unheralded failures.
Sometimes you go big and go home. You crash and burn, and you go home with your tail between your legs.
I try to be content. I think I could be if I could just concentrate on how much worse I’ve had it, even though I wish I were in a better place now. Sometimes I’ll lie in bed lamenting the fact that I’m a 37-year-old nobody; other times I think of the times when I didn’t have a home or a bed to lie in at all.
Back then the thought of lying in bed, and not having to find somewhere to go to kill time until I could park somewhere (or go into my boss’s office) to sleep without drawing attention to myself was a blissful daydream. It’s just not enough to call myself “happy,” though. Content, yes…I still want more, but I don’t know if it’s in the cards for me.
Hell, I’m still not completely convinced that I wasn’t supposed to die years ago, and somehow slipped through the cracks of destiny.
There was a time when what I have now is exactly what I was trying so hard to get. Well, more or less. Moving back in with mom and stepdad to have it was never part of the plan…but life rarely goes according to plan, does it?
All I can do is roll with the punches the best that I can. I may never find my true happiness again, but if I can stave off the heavy sorrow then I’m at least in a semi-acceptable middle ground.
“Studies have shown, that, indeed, introverts are more likely than extroverts to express intimate facts about themselves online that their family and friends would be surprised to read, to say that they can express the “real me” online, and to spend more time in certain kinds of online discussions. They welcome the chance to communicate digitally. The same person who would never raise his hand in a lecture hall of two hundred people might blog to two thousand, or two million, without thinking twice. The same person who finds it difficult to introduce himself to strangers might establish a presence online and then extend those relationships into the real world.”
— Quiet: The Power of Introverts, by Susan Cain
Relatable.
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