Maru is my favorite internet cat.
Lying on the living room floor watching the clouds float by is such a nice way to spend a little time on a Sunday afternoon, that Buckley decided to join me.
Did anyone say “Trick or Treat”?
You know that one person at work who makes you laugh and keeps things in perspective and will take off with you at a moment’s notice to go for a walk, or will jump on the underground and ditch work to have a long lunch with cocktails on a Friday?
Yeah. My work bud has moved on. It sucks and I’m sad.
this song does unbelievable things to my heart
Buckley has developed an unhealthy attachment to my new desk. He stalks me when I sit down at it.
Here he’s climbed partway onto my chest and he’s yowled right into my face. I imagine this will be the last thing I see when my number is up.
Halloween Hack: Start a 2-Week Free Trial on IndieFlix.com and spend the next fourteen days devouring their Horror movie section available to stream instantly.
Already killed Halloween, looking forward to some off time to check out more.
Prepping for the long drive home from Chicago on Thursday. I go through the same stages every time we go away:
The days prior to departure:
There is so much to do! Things are falling apart at work and there is no way to fix them before I leave! Harriet is going to die while we’re gone! Something bad will happen to the bunny! I don’t even want to go anymore. Why did I pay for any part of this in advance?! I understand homebodies now. WHY WOULD I EVER LEAVE THE COUNTY WHEN IT MEANS CERTAIN DEATH FOR MY CHICKENS OF LOVE?!?!
(Note—this is barely hyperbole).
The days after departure:
I submit my ego to the reality expressed in the cartoon above.
Five days in:
Ok, I never want to go home; just ship my pets out here; they’ll be fine with it and I’m on vacation forever now, ok?
What. Is. Her. Name.
Thanks to a follower for finding this: Her name is Venus Green.
In July 2009, Green’s grandson, Tallie, was shot and wounded. Tallie said he was shot at a convenience store, but police insisted it happened inside Green’s house and that the shooter was either Tallie or Green.
"Police kept questioning him. They wouldn’t let the ambulance attendant treat him," Green said. "So, I got up and said, ‘Sir, would you please let the attendants treat him? He’s in pain,’" Green said.
Green said the officer said to her, “Oh, you did it, come on, let’s go inside. I’ll prove where that blood is. You did it.”
Police wanted to go the basement, where Tallie lived, but Green refused on the basis that the police did not have a warrant.
"I said, ‘No, you don’t have a warrant. You don’t go down in my house like that. He wasn’t shot in here.’" Green said the officer replied, "I’m going to find that gun. I’m going to prove that you did it."
A struggle ensued between a male officer and Green.
"He dragged me, threw me across the chair, put handcuffs on me and just started calling me the ‘b’ name. He ridiculed me," Green said.
An officer went into the basement and Green locked him inside.
"She locked the door, the basement door. She basically took matters into her own hands," Nilson said.
"This was my private home, and if I latched it, that was my prerogative because he had no search warrant to go in my basement. So, I had to right to latch it," Green said.
Green said she suffered a separated shoulder in the scuffle, and she sued the Police Department for assault and violations of her rights.
"I was once a block watcher, department head of a high school. (I’ve) been around education for over 50 years. (I’m a) law-abiding citizen, I’ve never been arrested, I paid my taxes, owned my home, my husband died 34 years ago. (I) raised my son and I have been brutally abused," Green said. "I feel like the Police Department needs to go back to school."
*all the applause*
Reblogging for suites
Happy Birthday Fox Mulder
Speaking of Jesus. Lord.