(This last is Ethel Granger, who had a 13″ waist, the smallest in the world)
Month: December 2012
There’s Nothing to Say.
I’m so sorry for the children, parents, and families of Newtown, Connecticut.
My thoughts are with you, though thoughts aren’t enough.
I just saw photos of some of the children from the massacre. My God, they’re so tiny. They’re so beautiful.
Please remember to hug your little ones, and love your family a little extra.
A message is seen on a candle outside the St. Rose of Lima Roman Catholic Church, Saturday, Dec. 15, 2012, in Newtown, Conn. (David Goldman/AP)
A Tale of Two Stephens
Which one’s your favourite?
All I Want for Christmas
Used with permission from Debbie Ridpath Ohi at Inkygirl.com
Just kidding. I want diamonds. SO. MANY. DIAMONDS.
Fuck Cancer.
Someone I grew up with is dealing with cancer. A brain tumor. We were best friends, before life and circumstance caused us to drift, and she’s a good person. She doesn’t “deserve” this. (Not that anyone does.) She’s lovely, and kind, and sweet, and her tumor is growing again.
I am so fucking angry right now.
She’s missed out on so much — her own wedding, for Christ’s sake — and she’s only 30 and she’s having to deal with all of this. Her family is having to deal with it.
What the fuck have I been doing, sitting here worried about my own small shit, when nothing that I worry about even matters. Who the fuck am I to think my shit is important when I have my health and my family and those two things are all that anyone could ask for.
It makes me rage, and I have nothing to rage against. I’m crying, but crying won’t help.
She’s the… fifth? person in my personal life to have tangoed with that motherfucker. Five. More, if you count people I know once-removed. So many more. And where are the answers? Where is the end? Why the hell is such a beautiful person being attacked by a monster so horrible most of us don’t even speak its name aloud? What the hell is wrong with us, that we haven’t cured this yet?
I don’t fucking dare feel sorry for myself. I have so much to be grateful for.
The Gang’s All Here
(via the improbably-named Wip Wap Web)
SniderWriter Turns One!
A year ago today I started this blog.
It’s been a blast! I never thought I’d be a blogger; I didn’t think I had much to talk about. 348 posts and counting has taught me differently. I’ve connected with so many of you over the past year (and if you’re lurking, speak up! I’d love to get to know you!)
My favourite part of writing a blog is all the things I get to learn and see — since I’m always looking for material to post I get to trawl all kinds of websites I might not have come across otherwise. I get to learn about all kinds of weird shit. And some of you have found me in strange ways, too, like the following searches that brought you here:
“witch to do list”
“see i’m pretty”
“headgear 2012”
“different types of cursive”
“shower sexy”
“disgusting images of sugar”
“breaking up jokes”
“fun marriage” (awww)
and my all-time favourite: “how can i get my kids to leave there coats zipped up”. Because apparently someone out there desires parenting advice from the sweary horror lady.
I’ve covered health, politics, film, and DIY. Together we’ve learned about eyeball tattoos and lobotomies and horrible things that lurk in the sea.
And of course, along the way, I hope I’ve scared the crap out of you.
So this chilly December night I raise my glass (which may or may not contain more rum than eggnog) and toast to another year of fun, and weirdness, and fear. And I toast to you, because knowing you’re out there is what makes this so much fun. So thanks!
Scary Elevator Ghost Prank
Stop me if you’ve seen this one…
Actually, don’t. Watch it again. And again. This is simultaneously the funniest and cruelest prank I’ve seen in a long time.
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