She’s still an incredible interior decorator. She’s my mom, I love her. I fault her for never admitting mistakes, ever, but, hey, as I’ve gotten older, she’s a pretty good hang. Boundaries are important.
We never talked about money, but it was always “tight.” Ma had visions and dreams; she made all of us kids do stuff out of our comfort zones, and that’s pretty good. Even in a shitty financial sitch she found ways for us to do a lot of extracurriculars (which I hated but appreciate now)
Ma had a career before having a few kids as an interior designer. But then, for a long time, with 5 kids and a new house that needed all the upgrades, Pa was the only breadwinner. And he was struggling with work. Lots of pressure. He receded into himself.
The house was basically my mom’s dream, the ultimate fixer-upper in the polite society that was the Seminary Townhouse Association. My dad loved my mom, I think, but he was (is) an idiot. No pushback. It was a dumb, stupid idea that I saw at the time when I was like 13 years old.
My parents bought a below-value POS house in a hugely desirable area (DePaul in Chicago in the mid 90s) and spent *so much money* upgrading it (e.g. tearing out an asbestos furnace(!) and then sold it in the midst of a contentious divorce in 2008.
I would almost never denigrate anyone for buying a house to live in. It’s the “line must go up” part of any property ownership that is so incredibly toxic.
For a few seconds of my life I forgot that Woody Harrelson was in Thin Red Line. I am ashamed.
Wait, is that a box of apples??
1 car touched so far. I don’t fuck with bus or truck drivers, but if you’re running a red light, I will be making contact.
The bathrooms at Grand Central Madison were done right.
Gonna go for a walk in Midtown this afternoon and see how many cars I can hit.
I’m posting this because I know I’m right. I wish I could help more people right now.
This has been an emergency for years. Fascism gets bandied about now because it’s easy shorthand.
If I survive I will have no fucking sympathy for any person that says “I didn’t know.”
I don’t know when the tipping point is, or what the news will be, and I don’t like the idea of being an accelerationist, but we are all understand that things need to change basically immediately. I have no idea how to break that simple fact through to the general public.
Oh no, turns out all FBI and Secret Service have been redirected toward something they never signed up for and is sure to impact morale (fuck LEOs but it’s just a tad funny that TJ jus fucking guy is in charge).
I’ve said this out loud to friends, but it absolutely rocks that, across the nation, when anyone refers to “it happening,” everyone, regardless of political party, knows a specific thing being referred to.
What do ya got? I mean. I think we all know.
mtsw has been doing this “bit” for years but it’s insane because this account is a very clear micro-history on “how we got here”!
Come on now. That’d have to be a function of the screeners and the question writers.
Life is awesome if you never listen to anyone else ever
There’s definite strategy. People tend to lead with “rock” because psychology. youtu.be/d2NNu-gUBHI?...
Fly early, get there on time. Remember, folks. You need a cockpit crew, a cabin crew, and, uhhhh, an aircraft to successfully leave the ground. Sometimes these things just don’t line up late in the day.
“Hon, I’m trying to get some shut eye.”
the fact that he can’t say “i was in the middle of a bombing this morning” to get off work and has to appeal to fake sadness about baby diego is very much now.
Hold the Dark is very good. Rebel Ridge is very good and pertinent and fun. Green Room is horrifying and excellent. Blue Ruin is depressing and shocking and great.
In! This! House! We! Appreciate! Jeremy Saulnier!
It’s kinda weirdbad def
Buddy if you think I’m checking the clock when I’m asleep, I assure you I’m not. I’m asleep.
Trying to put myself on the same level as so many people seemingly randomly posting about daylight savings. Unhinged behavior for something that isn’t happening for another 7 months or whatever
“Okay, old rule”
