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  • HyperHam 8:39 am on May 10, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: amendment one, bigots, burn bridges, , north carolina, north versus south   

    At the next civil war, just let them LEAVE. 

    Monkey jokes occasionally that he’d love to live in the US again, and I roll my eyes and humor him. Lately, it’s been much easier to roll my eyes, and much harder to find the humor in my home country.  Actions like those of North Carolina on Tuesday make it even more difficult to think about ever returning.

    For those of you not in the know, North Carolina residents voted to pass an amendment to their state’s constitution that would define the ONLY legally recognized union as a marriage between a man and a woman.  While the surface stupidity is plainly obvious to anyone who paid attention in 8th grade civics class (the 14th Amendment clearly states:  All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws),  there is a fantastic additional layer of idiocy to the law.  Essentially, if you are a heterosexual couple who are unmarried, or had a civil partnership (versus a marriage), you no longer have protection under the law.  Good luck if your kid gets sick and needs to go to the hospital, or one of you dies and you were hoping to have instant access to the rest of the estate – you no longer get those rights.  Ha!  It’s funny because it’s horrible.

    Now, North Carolinians who voted for this will claim that it’s a completely fair law, and simply codified the current understanding of marriage.  They, of course, are morons.  It did far more than that, and now impede on the rights of anyone not married.  It’s the very textbook definition of un-Constitutional.  Of course, if anyone who had drafted the amendment had bothered to ask a lawyer, any lawyer, they would have known that.  But, they didn’t.  Even when every law school in the state came out against the wording of the amendment, they still went ahead.  And as predicted, the petition to repeal the law has already begun.  Now, unless they get a judge that has recently suffered a brain injury (or is Southern, duh), this amendment will hopefully be relegated to the trash heap, much to the cries of ‘librul judges!’ and ‘state’s rights!’.  And the process will begin anew.  Idiots will try to legislate their idiocy, and when they are legally smacked down, will cry martyrdom of their rights to hate everyone else.

    You may have voted for this law, and think yourself safe in the knowledge that your union will be fine.  But remember, with the slippery slope of bigoted and discriminatory legislature, comes your chance to get screwed.  Say you voted for this law, and are in a heterosexually but interracial marriage.  In 2011, 46% of Mississippi GOP members surveyed wanted to make interracial marriage illegal again.  Let me say that again, so you get it:  Just a year ago, 46% of Mississippi GOP members wished they could make it illegal for your marriage to exist.  All they need is a few more years, and for 5% more people to take their white hoods off before they enter a voting booth, and it will be done.  Say you are a woman and voted for this amendment.  Hold the phone, sister!  The good reverend (and frequent Fox News contributor) Jesse Lee Peterson thinks the biggest mistake America ever made was giving women the right to vote.  What’s to stop him from holding a referendum next year?  All he needs is a majority in a male-laden state (I’m looking at you,  Alaska), and the womens’ right in the northern most state are stripped.  And as a bonus, he is using Scripture to get rid of your rights, the same way you did with amendment one!  Bonus irony!

    And this is why we should have let the South secede 150 years or so ago.  These people are morons.  And yes, that makes me sound elitist, because I AM.  

    I AM BETTER THAN THEM.  

    AND SO ARE YOU.  

    We, the rational states, the blue states, the libruls, are better than most of the south.  We make more than they do, and pay more into federal taxes while taking less out.  The leeches on our federal tax dollars?  Overwhelmingly southern.  If the silly bitches want to go on about pulling themselves up by their bootstraps, I WANT MY FUCKING BOOTS BACK.  Massachusetts has had gay marriage for almost a decade now, and not only has civilization not fallen, their divorce rate is less than half of the Godly states like North Carolina.   Red states are by and large dumber than Blue states in math and science, and overall in education, of the bottom 10 states in ed. rankings, the deep south takes 6 spots.  In fact, the only category that southern states top out on is which states are the most unhealthy.  Great, when universal healthcare is portioned out, I get to pay for your sickly asses too?   So, the northern states have to carry the nation for taxes, for education, for health, and for family values like divorce rates, and yet the South, and moreover the Conservatives, are the “patriots” who wave flags screaming ‘Don’t Tread On Me’ while they legislate everything from what two consenting adults do in the bedroom, to how deep a woman should be forcibly penetrated before she can have an abortion?

    BULLSHIT.  

    I CALL BULLSHIT.  

    And so should you.

    Aren’t you sick of being labelled traitors for understanding how the whole Constitution works, not just the 2nd Amendment?  Aren’t you tired of being beaten over the head with the same lies and bigotry wrapped up in a religious text, only to be told you are intolerant when you disagree?  Don’t you think it’s fucking ridiculous that ignorance is prized as a virtue, and getting an education, any kind of education, is frowned on as ‘snobby’?

    Then do something about it.

    Stop biting your tongue when these idiots let loose with whatever bullshit Fox News fed them that night.  Don’t be the one who wants to make peace at family gatherings.  Pull their heads out of the sand for one damn minute of their lives and show them the straight facts.  Because we can placate these morons till the cows come home, but nothing will change – it will just get worse. Yes, you will lose high school friends you never bothered to keep in touch with till Facebook arrived – oh well.  Yes, that one weird uncle of yours will stop sending you a Christmas card.  You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few bigots.  Stop being nice.  Start being factual, honest, and belligerent with the damn truth.

    I can’t do much from here – while I am still forced to pay taxes to the US, even though I no longer live there, I cannot vote in most elections (because I don’t have a residence, thus cannot meet residency requirements).  As a super bonus, my kid, born in the UK but with US citizenship, will be forced to pay taxes every year to a country he does not live in, and has to sign up for Selective Service when he turns 18, and can be drafted the next time some numpty decides to invade Iraq for the umteenth time, buthe can never vote.  Taxation, without representation.  So when I say it’s on your shoulders, it’s on your shoulders.

    Monkey says I am being overdramatic, that if we moved back, of course we’d live in an uber educated, liberal area.  But what is to stop the crackhead state next to us from pulling this kind of crap, and tangentially affecting our lives?  Because in this moment, there are families all over the nation who were planning on moving to NC for a job, or higher education, who are now scrambling to understand this ass-backwards law, and if they will lose their legal rights as a married gay couple, straight unmarried couple, or civilly partnered couple.  They are shitting bricks now because yet another stupid state couldn’t be bothered to read the laws on the books before shoving this idiocy into the world.  In this moment, there are thousands of unmarried couples who lost any legal protection they had, and have little to no recourse.  They can’t just up stakes and move, they are stuck in a state that considers them sub-human.  And I hope no foreign investors are looking at building in NC – can you imagine a company from Denmark, or Norway showing up to build a factory, only to find out that this shit is on the books?  They will pull out so fast it will make your head spin.  And why?  All because some bigots are too…fucking…stupid to do any better.

    Sorry, folks, I wish this was funnier.  I love dark comedy, but my country circling the drain can’t even be put into subversive humor.

     
  • HyperHam 7:31 pm on May 8, 2012 Permalink | Reply  

    Keeping up with the Junior Joneses 

    I was wondering about baby Alex’s food choices today.  He’s 15 months, and I figure he should probably be eating less mooshy food, and more grown up fare.  So, I asked my yummy mummy group what their kids are eating.  Oh, nothing much, just

    Quiche

    Salmon

    Steamed veg medley

    Mini Pizza

    Fish fingers

    Bolognaise…

     

    Awesome.  So, I should just get my kid fitted for a helmet now.

     

    I own a number of books about baby/toddler development, and have thus far refused to read them, for this very reason.  I OBSESS over every perceived flaw or difficulty.  In some ways it’s good – it was being uber anal about my infant son’s weight loss that we helped to identify his lactose intolerance, but in most every other way it’s bad.  Don’t get me wrong, my kid is fabulous – early pincher grip, doesn’t bite, and is a master block stacker.  For serious, the boy can stack some blocks.  You don’t even wanna be steppin’ in my house with no unstacked blocks, or he will straight stack those, ya heaaaaarrrrd me?  But he doesn’t say much more than the occasional mama, dada, baba (food),bye, and today was play.  He doesn’t know his body parts, he walks with finger help, but not on his own, and — see how ridiculous I am getting?  All I see is the negative, and by extension, my failures as a parent. I let him watch tv – BAD.  I haven’t taken his binkies away yet – BAD.  He still has his night-time bottle of milk versus beaker of milk – OMYGODWHYAREYOURAISINGASERIALKILLER?!?!  So I panic, and look up the schedules of every children’s center within 5 miles of me, convinced that we’re going to hit every playgroup that they offer.  And when we miss them, I beat myself up, and drown my sorrows in a bowl of ice cream while my kid watches Horrible History for the 3rd time that day.

    I understand now why there are Tiger Mothers, women who push for absolute perfection in their progeny – I feel as though I have failed if he is not perfect.  How fucked in the head is that?  My wonderful, sweet little boy *IS* perfect.  He’s the perfect 15 month old named Alex.  That should be good enough for me.  That will be good enough for me.

    No one should keep up with anyone, just be the best Jones they can be.

     

     
    • Tribble Wife 9:17 am on May 9, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I think that too much emphasis is put on what a child ought to be doing at a certain age. It's a complete load of donkey balls, because all children are different.

      Obviously I don't know the first thing about "normal" children, but Alex sounds as though he's growing up at his own pace and without you trying to rush him – which is brilliant. YOU are brilliant.

      Alex himself, is always going to be my favourite Mini Five :)

  • HyperHam 1:46 pm on May 7, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: mumsnet, product review   

    Tesco’s Naturally Powered review 

    Mumsnet sent me a sample of the new Tesco’s Naturally Powered Anti-Bacterial Multi Surface spray.  I was excited as it’s always great when companies figure out that less chemicals in the home = happier home overall.  The bottle arrived, and looked promising – 100% recycled packaging, and no neon colors, just clear fluid.  Then I took a look at the ingredients.

     

    Oy.

     

    There are a few things that bother me about cleansers nowadays, the first being when they scream that they are anti-bacterial.  ALL SOAP IS ANTI-BACTERIAL, that’s the bloody point of soap.  Bacteria are built on lipid chains, and soap, by their chemical compound, breaks those chains.  So yelling about being anti-bacterial isn’t a great start.  Then I looked at the ingredients.  Below is a breakdown of Tesco’s cleanser, versus my cleaning products.  Enjoy.

     

    Ingredients in Naturally Powered:

    Chlorhexidine gluconate.  Weirdly enough, this is an antimicrobial agent in mouthwash.  I don’t know why my surfaces need anything based off of glucose, but okay.

    Benzalkonium chloride:  Another antibacterial disenfectant, it is highly toxic to fish (LC50 = 280 μg ai/L), very highly toxic to aquatic invertebrates (LC50 = 5.9 μg ai/L), moderately toxic to birds (LD50 = 136 mg/kg-bw), and slightly toxic to mammals (LD50= 430 mg/kg-bw).[5] Benzalkonium chloride solutions of 10% or more are toxic to humans, causing irritation to the skin and mucosa, and death if taken internally.  

    Didecyldimethylammonium chloride.  My chemistry classes are pretty old, but I see ethyl there (alcohol), ammonium, and as a class type, it’s a fungacide.  Well, anything that can kill fungus can kill most everything else.  Indeed, the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) named it ‘Highly Toxic’.

    And as fragrance, d-Limonene is the major component of the oil extracted from citrus rind.

     

    Ingredients in my cleansers:

    Baking Soda

    Vinegar

    Lemons

    Salt.

    And for fragrance?  Orange rinds stuffed in the vinegar bottle.  Sorted.

     

    ***

    So, we have a bottle full of stuff that can kill almost everything (including my kid if he ingested it), versus my stuff, half of which doubles as food.  Not a great start.  But, let’s see how they work against my bathroom, kitchen, and baby’s high chair.

    Scrubbing a bathroom is no fun, but spraying down surfaces with vingear, dusting with baking soda, waiting a few seconds for the bubbling action to work, and then scrubbing lightly with a green scouring pad does the trick.  For super stains, a half a lemon with sea salt sprinkled on the surface makes a great abrasive, and a lemon rubbed over the chrome fixtures strips off even the most stubborn hard water stains.  Even the toilet can be cleaned with vinegar and baking soda!

    sophie shows off the hard water scale cleaning action!

    Nice clean kitchen sink (I had yet to do the taps in this pic so you can see the hard water!)

    rub lemons on chrome/metal to easily erase hard water scale

    Even the toilet is cleaned with vinegar and baking soda

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Tesco’s stuff did…well, it did exactly the same thing.  Cleaned well, did great on the London hard water, all the rest.  It did leave a fine film on the surfaces, which meant I wasn’t going to let it touch the baby’s high chair – didn’t want any of the remaining bits getting into baby’s mouth.

    Now let’s look at the cost.  On mysupermarket.co.uk, a 500 ml bottle of cleaner goes for £1.80.  A bottle of vinegar, canister of baking soda, and a lemon costs £2.30.  However, while my stuff costs 50 p more, the peace of mind I get with knowing my baby can’t kill himself drinking my stuff is well worth it.

    So, while the cleanser does the job, I wouldn’t rush out and buy it up in an effort to be green.  Fact is, it’s using the same chemicals that are found it many of the other cleansers out there, without much of a ‘green’ or eco-bonus.  And as always, it’s very very toxic for children.

    I know as busy parents its sometimes easier to just throw chemicals at the issue and get on with it, but cleaning the house with safe materials really is easy, it just takes a small amount of planning and elbow grease.  For our family, it is worth it.

     

     

     
  • HyperHam 8:30 pm on May 3, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , birth trauma, PTSD, therapy   

    Our Birth Story. Part Two. 

    Our birth story began at 9.22 am on January 23, 2011, with the birth of our son, Alex.  Most people’s stories end there; the baby is out, pictures are taken, nervous assembled family members hug in an adjoining room, the circle of life.  Like everything else about us the birth was different.  Our true birth story began when Alex made his arrival.

    Our birth story is not pretty.  It had no feel good moment.  It was 66 hours of pure, unadulterated hell, followed by two more days stuck in hospital, incredibly lonely, and in pain, and hurt.  My soul was crushed, there was no way around it, and if it weren’t for the mammoth strength of my husband, Monkey, I would not be here today.

    Life in the weeks after baby Alex was difficult, but so rewarding.  His life gave my life purpose.  He smiled (and it was a smile, not gas!) gave me strength I never knew I had.  Slowly, the physical wounds healed.  But the mental wounds, reliving the terror when I closed my eyes, feeling ghost hands and instruments inside me when I knew I was sitting on the couch, nursing my son, safe and sound, they stayed with me.  Always, always in the corner of my eye, they sat  just out of the line of sight.

    They waited.

    Alex was probably nine months or so, and Monkey had to travel for family business for a week.  I was fine, I said.  I got this.  Lexi and I had found our groove.  Baby massage on Mondays, chilling with the yummy mummies on Wednesday mornings, going for walks, we had this.  But Alex got sick, an awful lurgy headcold, and I caught it within a day, and those 10 days without Monkey was a day in, day out marathon of runny noses and no sleep and screaming and pain and finally…I snapped.  I was pushing baby in his pram (because of course his sinuses hurt so badly he couldn’t sleep on his back in his crib), and he was just screaming and screaming and screaming and I -

    - I shook him.

    He thought it was funny, to have mommy grab his pram, wheel him around, and jiggle the pram hard making the funny yelling faces, and he laughed.  I recoiled in horror, walked away, went to the computer, looked up the crisis hotline, and dialed the phone.  I didn’t get off the phone till I had spoken to someone, and had the soonest doctor appointment to deal with it.

    The first appointment was an assessment, that took about 1.5 hours, although it seemed twice as long.  I cried, and cried, and cried.  I was broken.  But anyone who is a parent, and especially the primary caretaker, knows that being broken isn’t an option.  You have to push the demons behind your line of sight, as you have priorities.  Child comes first, second, and third.  And fourth.  And…you get the point.  But the demons weren’t going anywhere, and they were now interfering with my child.  So they called me back a few weeks later; they found a therapist who specialized in birth trauma, and there was a creche in house, so Alex could play while I worked.  A few weeks after that, we began.

    I was diagnosed with PTSD from the birth, and our therapy followed the protocol for the disorder – me telling the birth story, in the present tense (and now I am on the table, and now I am pushing, etc), over and over till I became accustomed to it.  For several months we worked intensively, me telling the story over and over, talking about ‘hotspots’ in the story (parts where I would break down), working through especially difficult moments, her pushing me to relive detail after detail until….until I became bored.  I was bored of telling the story, bored of the power it once held over me.

     

    I had finally finished giving birth.

     

    The story isn’t over, of course.  I still have one last piece of the puzzle to get through – obtaining my birth records, and going over them with a general counsellor (making sure I understand what my body went through, so I have no lingering doubts about how everything healed).  But just like the birth of the child means the worst is over, so is the worst of Alex’s birth over.  I can finally look back on Alex’s birth and find some joy.

    The light of my life came into the world on January 23, 2011.  Finally, after 15 months, I can see that light fully.  No darkness in the corners of my eyes.

    Have a good night.

     
    • barefoot_med_student 11:13 am on May 6, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      Wow. I’m so glad you got through the trauma – to think, there are countries where mothers with birth trauma are expected to just push through it on their own.

      I also wrote a #blogitforbabies post here :)

      • HyperHam 2:30 pm on May 6, 2012 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks! It\’s cool to read your piece and get the medical side of it all. Well done!

  • HyperHam 3:45 pm on April 11, 2012 Permalink | Reply  

    Being an Eco-Geek 

    Monkey has been playing Deus Ex whenever he gets a spare moment on the PS3 . It’s a cool game to watch – enough storyline to keep an observer interested, with lots of strategy for him.  He likes to be really stingy with his weapons, preferring to take out his opponants hand to hand (as he scores extra points and has weaponry ready for the big bosses at the end of every level).  Monkey is overall, exceedingly stingy.  That’s one of the things I love about him – he doesn’t waste resources, money, anything.  Sure, he gripes about getting the newest electronic kit, but when it comes down to it, he’s fantastic at either finding the best deal, or getting it second or third hand.

    We’re a stingy/eco/whatever family, overall.  We’ve started composting now that we have a tiny garden patch of our own, and I am going nuts over it (in a good way).  The little seeds we bought from the local nursery have become gorgeous plants that I am potting in largish pots, which will eventually go into the soil once it’s guaranteed there are no more frosts.  Our composter looks like a Dalek, so THAT’S awesome, and is already halfway full with about a gazillion fruit and veg scraps (as I make 90% of baby’s food).  I’m getting out waaaaay more, and getting my hands dirty.  It’s wonderful to watch baby touch the plants and dig his fingers in the dirt (and only less wonderful when he tries to eat said dirt).  Even if we fail miserably this first season, I’ll still consider it a win.  And of course, we still cloth diaper the majority of the time, and hang laundry on the line versus the dryer.  We’re the new geek – the Eco Geek.

     

    So, how is this rather Luddite practice of reducing/reusing/recycling considered geeky?  Like everything else, if you want to geek it out, you can.  For instance:

    Math geeks:  Knowing the square footage of your plot of land/pots, and the root ball of your desired plant, solve for X  (where X is the amount of plants can can thrive in the footage).  Variables include soil needs and sun requirements.

    Sewing geeks:  Can you create a Con worthy costume using ONLY clothing you currently own but never wear?  Bonus if you can source props from household items. Can you also make blankets from old tee shirts, receiving blankets for new baby geeks, or (super MotherEarth womyn geeks) your own menstrual pads?

    Mechanical geeks:  Using minimal purchases and empties from your bin, make an automated watering system for your plants.

    Craft geeks:  Can you, without purchasing anything, create all of next year’s holiday/birthday presents?  Bonus points for making your own wrapping paper.

    Drunk geeks:  Duh.  Make vodka/beer/hooch.

    Apiology geeks:  Can you create your own beehive and then collect the honey at the end of the season?

    Chemistry geeks:  Make the following eco-and money-friendly home cleaning products:  Dishwashing detergent, laundry soap, shampoo, toothpaste, deoderant, window washing fluid, and body soap (and yes, you can quote Fight Club while you make the last one).

    But, why do all of this when you can easily go to the store and purchase said things?  Well, why do you dress up for SCA, or spend hours at a table rolling 20 sided die, or wait in line for the newest white and chrome gadget?  Because you can.  Because you find a challenge in it.  (And in the case of the Apple store, because apparently you can’t manage a mouse with more than one button – OOOOH LINUX BASED BURN YO).

    Yes, I know, there is no time in the day.  Yes, we all move at the speed of light, blah blah blah.  I thought it would be really hard to cloth diaper, and then I hit my stride, and it’s not.  I thought it would be hard to compost.  It’s not.  I thought I’d never get to garden with a baby – I can.  The point is, you can use your geeektastic skills outside of Second Life/behind your screen/away from the LARP, and still do great stuff.

    Go Eco, Go Geek!

     
  • HyperHam 4:41 pm on April 6, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: geek girls, , open source boob project, twilight   

    Being a Geek Girl, or why Twilight pisses me off 

    There is a debate in the blogosphere about Twilight, and the ingrained misogyny behind it.  Oh, I don’t mean the outright misogyny of the story itself, I mean the criticism of it.  Apparently, if you hate on Twilight, you may just hate women.  Interesting.  And by interesting, I mean increasingly infuriating.

    The Ferrett’s stance is that when teenaged girls come together to like something, THEY (whoever THEY are – are you on the THEY newsletter?  You totally should be, it tells the rest of THEY what THEY should hate on at any time) want to tear the girls down.  By ripping on Twilight, THEY “… sends a bulletin to teenaged girls that whatever you like, you should change that shit right away.  Because you’re kind of silly and stupid, and maybe you should alter yourself to like better things.”

    And you know what?  He’s right.   If you like these books, a small part of me *does* think you are dumb, and that you *should* like better things.  Fine, I’ll take up the women-hating flag on this one.  And here’s why…

    These girls SHOULD like better things.  These girls should strive to read something better than shittily written drivel that is incredibly disempowering.  Wow, wooden characters, stilted dialogue, piss poor story development, *and* I get to be taught that girls should feel proud to be stalked, to have an overprotective boyfriend who ‘loves’ them enough to micromanage them, and eventually serve as nothing but a vessel for whatever her mate wants for her – don’t worry about college plans or your own life goals, you need to be a wife and mother now, and THAT’S ENOUGH.  Woo-whee, who do I throw money at to get those great lessons, wrapped in awful prose?  If Myers would have pushed a pro-anorexia agenda, or a pro-cutting agenda, I’d be just as pissed.  Young girls SHOULD be told that starving themselves is bad, and that they need help if they start DIY bloodletting.    But because she wraps it in a ‘romance’ packaging, it’s somehow OMGZ EVIL for me to find fault with it.

    See, if I was Ferrett, I really wouldn’t have drawn my line in the sand on Twilight.  If I was him, I would be angry at Stephanie Myers and every shit writer like her who churned out this drivel, while writers who create works featuring strong female protagonists languish on the slush pile.  I would be angry at the PR machine that dresses up this misogynist fantasy and sells it as ‘true love’.  I would be angry at the parents who think YA that is smart and challenges you but has sex, violence, or language (like So Shelly by Ty Roth) should be monitored, but that little girls, just figuring out their identity, should live in a Bella and Edward licensed world.  That  is who I would be angry with, not people who dare to point out Twilight’s many, many faults.

    I tell ya, there is nothing like being told you are a woman hater for hating on a book that hates women.

    It’s bad enough that reading comic books as a child I was taught that women were simply pawns in villains’ machinations against the hero; later, that women could be ‘super’, but only if their mammary glands could serve as flotation devices; and finally, that you could be reasonably proportioned and smart, but only if you were dead; seriously, the first strong woman that I saw in the pages who wasn’t stacked like a porn star was Death, from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman.  So to be told that I am a misogynist for not liking Twilight is a slap in the face.

    Double points if the person telling you this is one of the main proponants of the ill fated Open Source Boob Project.

    Triple points if he has also said of women who, after repeatedly saying no to a guy who bugs them for a drink/dance/date, finally give in and say ‘yes’:   “I can’t decry the process of “asking repeatedly,” mainly because it’s the only stimuli a lot of women respond to.  Frankly, I think any woman who has to be begged fifteen times before she eventually accepts should be drug into the back alleyways and beaten, because her rampant need for a string of pleadings trains the wrong sort of men that no doesn’t mean no.”  (What.  The.  Fuck.)

    Yeah, apparently *I* am the one who hates women.  Of course.

    The more I think about this, the angrier I am getting, so I am just going to stop now.

     

    Fuck Twilight.

     

     

     
  • HyperHam 1:00 pm on April 3, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: ,   

    In Fatty News 

    I tell you to listen to your gut,

    offer a picture tutorial on how to make organically decorated Easter eggs (great for kids!)

    GET NEKKIED FOR ART (completely work safe post, only the links are nekkid),

    and figure out what we talk about when we talk about dieting.

     

     

     
  • HyperHam 2:41 pm on March 21, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags:   

    In Fatty News… 

    I talk about my looooove of chocolate, and

    realize that it is not all my fault.

     
  • HyperHam 9:49 am on March 15, 2012 Permalink | Reply  

    Going off the geek grid 

    A friend* of Monkey’s and mine recently dropped off the geek grid for a time, getting rid of facebook, closing down livejournal, and the like.  She’s come back now, which is great, but I found while she was gone I was envious of her.  There are days I would love to just shut everything down, kill my Internet footprint, and become a total Luddite.  I’m not alone – my friends who are the biggest geeks (I mean the ones who build there own computers) have done a massive 180 in the past few years.  Where before they shot for ‘first name, first page’ status (typing in just their first name would pull up their webpage on the first page of Google rankings), now they are impossible to find.  It’s not a coincidence that those who pioneered the Internet are now quietly in the background.  People are losing out on jobs and college placements because of idiotic stuff they post – even older folks who started their careers before the popularity boom of the Internet are finding old, scanned in photos of their younger days causing them issues.

    Baby Alex is the first generation to truly be born into the Internet.  While I was 18 when I first showed up on rankings (Google wasn’t even invented then, we searched on Yahoo, and in a Netscape browser for goodness sakes!), his photos were indexed on the web within hours of his birth.  He has literally grown up on technology, from Skype to Picassa to his own Youtube channel. I worry that in a few years he’ll want to go off the grid, and will be unable to.  I worry that I am making decisions for him unfairly – putting him out there without his consent.  I guess all I can do is what I have been doing – celebrate him in my own geeky way, and try to keep him safe.

     

     

     

    *I say friend in a weird air-quotey way, because while we are friendly with her, we have never met each other – such is the way of the Internet

     
    • Tribble Wife 10:58 am on March 15, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      I don't think I'd ever want to go off the grid entirely, but I do sometimes long for privacy and stop using almost all of my social networking sites.

      Other times I can use my "internet footprint" to my advantage; I scared the pants off that scam dress company by informing them that I'm a well known blogger and will be using both my blog and my Twitter account to let the internet know! They only have to Google their own company name to see my blog about them pop up.

      I won't get my money back, but they stopped threatening me when they realised that I'm a public (ish) figure that people know.

  • HyperHam 11:43 am on March 14, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    In Fatty Olympics News… 

    I pull a Rime of the Ancient Mariner,

    curse the Fatty Ascent of Man,

    and celebrate a New Day.

     

     

     
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