……… a picture paints a 1,000 words?
;) i couldn’t resist reblogging this.
There you go.
Nothing wrong with veggies or even organic veggies. Just remember we’re omnivores!
(via redjeep)
A week or so ago, I was having trouble figuring out a word I wanted to use in one of my novels. It was a word I’d heard before, but couldn’t remember it.
So I went on Yahoo Answers. First mistake.
Second mistake was asking folks what the word is for the shape of many Native Americans’ eyes. The shape isn’t quite the same as many Asian folks or even what one might consider epicanthic.
I didn’t get a single decent answer. But I did get a lot of Native American folks getting pissed off at me for “making a generalization” which I completely didn’t do. I went back and added to it, stating I was merely using the best words I had to describe what I needed to describe. I also made it clear I wasn’t generalizing and that I’m more than aware that not all tribes and individual Native Americans are the same and that I had some Cherokee blood myself.
Which was mistake three.
I got a lot of these folks making snide remarks about my stating that I have Cherokee blood, saying everybody says that and it probably wasn’t really Cherokee and also seeming to suggest I was trying to horn in on being a tribe member.
Dude.
I just don’t understand it. I know a lot of folks try to claim being Cherokee and try to get tribal cards when what they really have is a history of family lies covering up the fact that some of their ancestors were actually African American (because that’s what closed-minded people do).
But all you have to do is look at me (or actually more my brother, B). I’ve met full blood relatives and my family is from the town where the Cherokee capitol, New Echota, used to sit.
I understand that the culture has been exploited and fucked with for centuries, but I didn’t do it. I’m sorry I’m a white person with some Cherokee blood. I’m sorry I’m interested in your culture. I’m sorry I’d like to preserve it in my own way (and always within the scope of the truth).
Everyone is equal. That’s all I know. I’m sorry you have such rich and unique cultures that the only way to describe some things is to describe them using the words “Native American.”
If you have an aversion to fleas, don’t read this.
Our neighbor K has a little Dachshund/Chihuahua mix and he hasn’t been able to get his flea treatment. When K comes over to our house (which he often does), he ends up bringing E.B.’s fleas with him.
While I was driving C to his ninjitsu instructor’s house for kids’ class (which C helps with in lieu of paying for lessons), I pulled a flea off my neck and it got stuck in my fingernail. The little fucker was still alive, so it kept trying to crawl under my fingernail. C ended up having to dig it out from under my nail with a key while I was driving.
Just ick, dude. If I had the money, I’d get E.B.’s flea treatment myself after that ordeal.
convenience store coffee, but really good convenience store coffee. Hazelnut coffee, chocolate creamer and French vanilla creamer FTW.
if Man is five, if Man is five, if Man is five
well then the Devil is six, then the Devil is six, then the Devil is six, the Devil is six, and if the Devil is six
then GOD is SEVEN, then GOD is SEVEN
this monkey’s gone to Heaven…
Makes me happy.
So, what is it?
Texas Eyes Rivers
… weird.
Boney Liver Jackson
Hmmm…. If I drank more whiskey, it would likely fit better.
Peanut burger sandwich:
PB&J when you’re out of loaf bread and only have hamburger buns.
Need to start getting the smaller size of coffee in the morning.
Some mornings I drink too much and imagine myself looking something like Tweek from South Park.
Holy shit! Greg lost some of his rehab weight and it’s great to see. But he’s really starting to show his age.
But this man will forever be a badass and on my top five list.
Love this cover.