Managing a WalMart tax prep kiosk for the first year in a row.
Had the kind of opening day nightmares are made of.
OMG WHY DO I HAVE THE "FUCKED UP TAX SITUATION" ATTRACTION PHEROMONE.
IF YOU MARRIED SOMEONE WHO TURNED OUT TO BE A BUM.
AND YOU STOPPED LIVING WITH THAT PERSON.
AND YOU NO LONGER KNOW IF THEY ARE EVEN ALIVE.
PAY THE $250 FOR THE CRAPPY DIVORCE LAWYER.
AND GET YOURSELF UNFUCKINGMARRIED.
FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR INCOME TAX REFUND IF NOTHING ELSE.
THAT IS ALL.
SOME TIME AGOKit: Sweden is such a hipster country, with the beards and the cheap modernist furniture and the national Twitter account.Me: Yes but does Sweden have a Tumblr?Kit: It's classified.
MORE RECENTLYKit: Can we just be Sweden now?Me: Hipster beards and all?Kit: Hey, if it comes with their gender equality and health care system, I can live with it.Me: I'd still want to see the Tumblr first before committing.
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ME: * ringing up her chocolate-covered Twinkie * Well, you might want to just to make sure the chocolate doesn't melt, but at a constant temperature chocolate's shelf-stable for months on end. And the Twinkie....is a Twinkie. It wouldn't spoil even if you wanted it to.
CUSTOMER: In retrospect, I should have guessed as much. Not like there's anything organic in Little Debbie snack cakes in the first place.
- Current Mood: nauseated
Okay, so your idea of how to edit scenes makes it pretty clear why you didn't end up with your dream job at Pixar and instead spend a whole lot of your time animating spinning spheres of various colors and sizes.
The choice of "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" to accompany the shot of Galileo hurtling itself into the crushing atmosphere of Jupiter, so that it would not crash land on any of Jupiter's icy moons--moons that GALILEO ITSELF had discovered harbored oceans under their ice where life might have once taken hold--where it could concievably contaminate some of the most likely sites for non-terrestrial life in the solar system? And then the "in memoriam" frame like the spacecraft was a soldier who died in battle?
I got a little verklempt.
Congratulations on a job well done, nerdlings.
* Galileo was a spacecraft that orbited Jupiter for 8 years, from 1995 to 2003, and made detailed observations about the planet's immense atmosphere and weather systems (including dropping a parachute probe into the clouds). It also provided much more detailed information about Jupiter's moons, such as the aforementioned subsurface oceans on Ganymede, Europa, and Callisto, and the spectacular volcanic eruptions of Io. The amazing discoveries of Galileo helped the Juno mission, currently en route to Jupiter and on track to arrive in July 2016, get green-lighted.
- Current Mood: touched
The ONLY thing you said during the first debate that people are going to remember (and BTW, that was some impressive wall-to-wall lying you did...do you think you can buy numbers as easily as TV commercials?) is your little throwaway line about firing Big Bird. It never even registered that you said you'd fire the debate moderator too, because the SECOND that GEM left your mouth no one in their right mind was thinking anything but OH YOU DID NOT JUST DISS MAH HOMEBIRD.
I know you Republicans like to rail on PBS and NPR as bastions of government waste (despite the fact that they are a pimple on the face of a rounding error in the total federal budget). And the Ambien-voiced, very patient people who work for those organizations take the criticism pretty much in stride so you guys feel secure in your bullying. But you just crossed a big, fat line in the proverbial sand. You dissed Big Bird. You dissed the giant yellow symbol of childhood and inappropriate enthusiasm about the letter K.
Now, Fred Rogers (who entirely peaceably made Republicans far tougher than you weep with shame at the thought of cutting off funding to PBS) has gone on to that Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood of Eternity, cardigan and all, so that leaves me, his unworthy surrogate, here on Earth to impart this important message to you.
Are you listening up?
* leans in, grabs by the overstarched shirt collar *
YOU DO NOT. EVER. FUCK WITH A MUPPET. MUPPETS ARE AMERICA'S COLLECTIVE HAPPY PLACE. OUR FRIGGIN' NATIONAL CONSCIENCE SINGS "IT'S EASY BEING GREEN". FUCK WITH BILL NYE AND YOU'LL WAKE UP WITH A SEVERED BOWTIE IN YOUR BED. FUCK WITH IRA GLASS AND YOU'LL GET AN ON-AIR SLAM THAT DEPRECATES HIM AS MUCH AS YOU.
FUCK WITH A MUPPET AND YOU GET AN ENTIRE GENERATION THAT CAN STILL SING THE THEME SONGS TO FRAGGLE ROCK AND MUPPET BABIES AT YOUR DOORSTEP READY TO STUFF YOU AND STICK BRIAN HENSON'S HAND UP YOUR ASS.
Just a friendly warning <3<3<3
Like every other good geek grrl with an Internet connection, I was watching the live stream from NASA when Curiosity alighted on Mars like a minivan-sized metal ballerina, and the contact high from the jubilation at the JPL has had me prowling nasa.gov for the past couple of weeks, looking at what's been shakin' in the space race since I gave up amateur astronomy as a teenager.
Answer: COOL. ASS. SHIT. With the space shuttle retired most of NASA's projects don't make it into the headlines very often (cute as Sojourner may have been, robots still have trouble with "smile winningly for the camera so the monkeys like you!"). However, there is awesome SCIENCE! being done right now on understanding solar weather and the Earth's magnetic fields--the next mission on the launch pad is a pair of tougher-than-nails probes that are going to be flown directly into the teeth of the Van Allen Belts, which make all other satellites hide under their space-beds and whimper. This is all to better understand what makes the Sun occasionally flip the fuck out and kill our weather/communication/sekrit ninja spy technology with cosmic fire. Grade-A primo example of pure science being hella useful.
But for PURELY USELESS FAITH-IN-HUMANITY-AND-THE-UNIVERSE-AT-LA
We literally. put a bit of ourselves. out between the stars.
Literally-literally. The Voyager missions were designed in the '70s when there was plenty of chemical assistance available to promote feeling at one with eeeeeeeeverythiiiiiiing, maaaan. There are golden LPs on them going HELLO THAR ALIENS! WE KNOW HOW TO MAKE ROCKETS BUT STILL USE ANALOG SOUND RECORDING DEVICES! AND WE'RE ALL FREE TO BE YOU AND ME! Even when I was a wee lass with a star chart, the Voyager missions got my little goat with their sheer audacity. PICTURES OF OUTER PLANETS FOR EVERYBODY! WHEEEEEEE THANX FOR THE ACCELERATION, SATURN'S GRAVITY WELL!
Fuck walking on the moon as the ultimate symbol of space-age achievement. The moon race was about the Cold War and Mom/God/Apple Pie and seizing on, like, the ONE thing the Soviets hadn't already beaten us to.
You want a symbol of The Little Blue Planet That Could? A hunk of battered metal that has been blowing scientists' minds with new data for longer than my freakishly monogamous parents have been married, grooving along to "Age of Aquarius", harmony and understanding sympathy and trust abounding for ever and ever alleluia amen.
Groove on, funky traveler. Groove on.
This is late-breaking, I know, but I thought in light of the Supreme Court's ruling on the Afforable Care Act, it was apropos to mention the impact said piece of legislation has had on my life in the last 18 months.
As most of you know, I lost my full-time job in April of 2011 and have been picking up part-time gigs and putting in applications ever since. Losing my health insurance was a BIG fucking deal as I depend on daily psych meds to keep me functional. Even the generic versions can be pricey, and on a semi-regular basis they simply stop working and have to be reconfigured by my doctor--which usually entails an office visit. Without insurance I would basically have to weigh my sanity against my bank account's ability to pay upfront for care. I qualified for COBRA coverage but the premiums were over $400/month which is pretty steep for someone living on unemployment checks.
Fortunately, I only had to use the COBRA for a couple months before my father's military retirement health plan finally got its shit together and extended coverage to young adults up to the age of 26. (The extension of adult child coverage is one of the simplest provisions of the ACA, one of the first to go into effect, and a pretty radical transformation in the lives of many of my friends. They were suddenly able to afford to see a therapist/get hormonal birth control/have a goddamn annual physical again for the first time since aging off their parents' insurance after college. And there are literally millions of young adults in this situation.) I got on my parents' insurance, with monthly premiums less than half of what I was paying for COBRA, and was able to keep up with my meds and see the doctor when necessary.
I aged out of the young adult coverage in June of 2012, but once again the ACA stepped in to keep me from falling through the cracks. My pre-existing psych diagnosis qualified me for the state-run "high risk pool", a federally subsidized plan for those who would be priced out of the private insurance market. My premiums are still pretty reasonable, I can afford my meds, and my insurer is expressly prohibited from rescinding my coverage or denying a claim on the basis of my pre-existing condition. When researching my options last winter, I looked at some private-sector plans but was paralyzed by the fear that the rug would be pulled out from under me just when I needed it most.
The ACA isn't perfect. In places, it is a bizarre Frankenstein's monster of committee compromise. I still think we should adopt a single-payer model and ditch the idea of employer-based health care like a moldering banana peel. But the ACA has twice saved me from having to activate my backup plans for getting treatment.....which range from "Plan C: borrow money from parents" to "Plan Z: stumble across the Canadian border, THEN call ambulance".
I know feelings run high about this stuff and ultimately it does come down to personal priorities and ethics. Just. Whichever side of the issue you're own. Please understand the real impact health care reform makes.