If you’d like to skip to the awesome links, feel free. Donation pages linked below!
For those of you who don’t know, Texas Democrats kicked some serious anti-abortion ass yesterday, with a little help from some loud and proud Texas constituents. It was a momentous moment in history, and if you missed it here is a recap.
Thanks to the indomitable Texas Tribune, over 180,000 people were able to watch the livestream, while CNN babbled about muffins and the other news outlets plugged their ears and hummed really loud.
Their livestream introduced this battle to the world, and allowed us all to fight along with them from all over the nation. Support Texas Tribune and fair reporting!
Thanks to them we were witness to the cheating and bullying tactics displayed by the GOP Senators trying to shove through their draconian legislation. Seriously, read the recap, browse the Tribune front page.
It was the worst of what our political landscape is capable of.
But it was also the beautiful best. Thanks to a handful of Senators, their moxie, and their teamwork. (Really, you should have seen three men talking Dewhurst in circles while Judith Zaffirini did some research and came out with some sweet ninja rulebook action that left that asshat SPEECHLESS for a moment.)
The honorable senators who fought long and hard for our right to choose, who stood against the bullying, cheating, stubborn, horrible behavior by the Texas GOP are listed below, hyperlinks will send you straight to a DONATION page.
These men and women have given me hope for the first time since the 2000 presidential election. Hope that it may be possible for us to overcome those in power who would willfully manipulate the system to their own ends. The men and women listed below have shown me that all is not lost.
If you want to help keep them in the fight, donate and/or spread the word!
Last, but certainly not least:
The Slow Speakers, The Circle Talkers, The Clock Runners
Senator Royce West (No web page, yet, but follow on twitter)
Senator John Whitmire (no Twitter or website, yet, but I’ll update if I find one)
Tonight at Dragon’s Lair in Austin I got to see The Doubleclicks and Marian Call live.
These incredibly talented ladies are fan-fucking-tastic. I’m not exaggerating. The huge crown laughed all throughout the show. The wit and hilarious lyrics they offer up, along with genuine charm and comedic timing, had us all cracking up. And singing along! They encouraged it, and the crowd of 50 or more had a great time.
On top of that, they music itself is great. Fun lyrics, great instrumentation (ukelele paired with cello? CHECK), and GORGEOUS vocals.
Check them out. I’m serious.
Go! Listen! Download!
Tourwick Travels has asked ME to host their one of a kind, VIP Doctor Who tour to Cardiff and London!
August 26th – September 3rd
- Daily Breakfast, 4 lunches, 4 dinners
- 2 nights at the London Marriott County Hall
- All transfers
- 5 nights at Cardiff Marriott
- Early admission to the 2013 Cardiff Comic Con
- Private photo shoots with Colin Baker & Sylvester McCoy
- Private VIP London Doctor Who Tour
- London Eye Flight with Champagne
- BBC Broadcasting studio tour
- Thames cruise with dinner, drinks & dancing
- Tour of Cardiff Castle & Welsh banquet
- Private tour of famous Cardiff Who filming sites including: Bad Wolf Bay, Upper Leadworth, Farringham school, the house from Night Terrors, The Forrest of Dean where The Time of Angels was filmed, the castle from Vampires of Venice as well as MANY OTHERS!
- Tour of the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff with a private catered lunch
Want to register? GO HERE NOW! I AM ALL CAPS EXCITED!!
A long time ago, in a land not so far away as you might think, there lived a mostly happy and mostly functional family in an old house on 100 acres. The little girl had a friend whose dog just had puppies. She wanted a puppy SO much. The parents weren’t too sure, because the older dog didn’t take too well to strangers, but the girl begged and begged and they gave in. When they went to pick him out, she chose the little runt of the litter. Off by himself, while his littermates played.
The little girl thought “That one needs love”.
So they brought him home, and the first thing he did was break the screen door trying to get in to be closer to the family. The girl’s brother said they should name him Bart (after Bart Simpson) since he seemed determined to get in trouble.
He was trained for Head of Ranch Security by the family’s older dog Fibber McGee. The Head of Ranch Security is a very important job. They warn the family of trouble or anything unusual happening outside. They have a bark for a familiar car, a strange car, the mailman/UPS deliverpeople, snakes, coyotes and various other critters. The family learns which bark means what, so they can be ready. Ranch dogs are very important members of the family, for this reason. They are working dogs, and they know it.
Bart grew up to be an eternal puppy. Up until the day he died, at the ripe age of 17, he was a happy, sweet puppy. But that came many years later.
Several years prior to that sad day, 2007, the children in the family were grown and gone. It’s possible that the mother and the father felt a little lonely, and maybe Bart did too.
One day, the mother of the family was at the vet to pick something up for Bart, and she saw an ad for puppies to give away. The picture was of a litter and there was one puppy of them all that was looking right into the camera with a bright, happy look on her face.
They weren’t planning on getting another dog, they hadn’t even really thought about it…but that puppy worked some magic on the mom.
Bart, unlike Fibber, was completely fine with a new addition. He welcomed her as a new buddy. The mother and father said that the little pup would follow Bart around and looked a lot like Maggie Simpson, when she would follow Bart on the TV show. As an ungainly puppy, she would sometimes fall over just like the cartoon baby.
Thus, Bart and Maggie became a team. Bart looked out for her, and trained her in all the ways of taking care of his people. Maggie turned out to be brilliantly smart. The mother always says Maggie would drive the car if they were skilled enough to teach her.
Bart, Maggie, the mama and the daddy were all very happy together.
A few years ago, in a land far away called Los Angeles, there lived a very sad and lonely girl. She recently had her heart broken, but had felt lonely and overwhelmed for a long time before that. This girl worked in an animal hospital. She was also very, very poor.
One day, a family came in with a dog. The children were crying and they carried this dog in surrounded by sadness. The girl looked at that dog’s face, and felt like she’d been struck by lightning.
The girl was busy working, and didn’t know much about the dog, but she couldn’t stop thinking about her. She felt like a middle schooler with a crush. She started making excuses to go past the dog’s kennel.
The small dog was very scared. She was about 20 pounds and had only three legs. She didn’t understand why she was there. But instead of cowering in the back of her kennel, she came right up to the front and challenged everyone. Barking and snarling.
The girl could really respect that. This dog was frightened and alone, but she was a fighter until the end. The girl thought maybe she could learn something from this little dog.
So she asked the rescue group about her. It seems this little dog was found at the tiny age of 4 months, wandering the streets of LA with a leg that didn’t work right. The rescue took her in, had her bad leg removed so she could move more easily, and found her a home. But the mysterious past the pup endured made her difficult. In spite of loving her very much, the family couldn’t deal with her aggression, and after almost a year they returned her to the rescue. Which is why she ended up boarding in the Animal Hospital where the girl worked.
One night, a few days after meeting this little dog, the girl was sitting at home, alone as usual, and thought to herself “I wish that little dog was here with me. That would be nice…just to cuddle with a little dog. Maybe with that dog.”
The girl started going to the animal hospital in her time off, to visit the dog. The hospital workers warned her about the dog’s aggression, but the girl wasn’t afraid. “I understand her.” she said, as the hospital workers shook their heads in bewilderment.
The girl was very poor, and couldn’t afford a dog. But her friends at the animal hospital saw how much the girl loved the dog, and they brought her a big box full of old dog things they didn’t need anymore. A bed, bowls, collar, leash and more. But before the girl could get the dog, she would have to pay a fee to the rescue.
She asked the head of the rescue how much it would cost. Normally, the girl could never afford even the small adoption fee, but the head of the rescue said “I love this dog, but with her issues I’ll never find her a good home. You can have her for free, because I know you’ll love her like she needs to be loved.”
So, the girl brought the dog home.
The dog immediately went into the girl’s bedroom and hopped up on the bed as though she’d been there forever.
The girl tried very hard to name the dog Ripley. But the dog just wasn’t having it. She refused to acknowledge that the word even existed. Then the girl thought “Hm. Well, I guess since the family already has a Bart and a Maggie, I should name her Lisa.”
The first time the girl said the name, the dog perked her ears and wagged her tail. As if to say “Finally! I thought you’d never guess it right.”
The girl and the dog lived happily ever after. Best friends, companions, and partners in a life that can often feel so, so lonely; but will always send you just what you need most, at just the right time.
Everyone should check out Pairings the Series. It’s a fun show, created by my friend, and Awkward Embraces caterer Ed Robinson. The show features a lot of my favorite people. Also, for the foodies out there, the website has the recipes listed for each episode! Check it out, I play a roller derby girl.
I’ll be on a panel Saturday, October 27th at 4pm!
4:00 – 4:45PM WEBSERIES CREATORS ANONYMOUS makeup classes
What builds The Guild? Is web content replacing television or supplementing it? Webseries creators from Geeks and Gamers Anonymous (Alex Langley, Katrina Hill, Marko Head), The Variants (Richard Neal, Ken Lowery), and Awkward Embraces (Jessica Mills) gather to discuss the creative process from inception through casting, fundraising, production, and promotion of original programming in the age of YouTube. (BALLROOM E)
Come by and say hi!
More info here: http://www.wizardworld.com/programming-tx.html
There are no bad dogs. Only bad owners. Yes, certain breeds are bred with certain traits. But dogs are pack animals. They are family animals. They want to love and be loved. That’s it. Eat, drink, play, love. That is a dog’s interest. They want an alpha to be in charge. To tell them yes, no and set boundaries. They are happy with that. Dogs love being a part of a family, and they are naturally protective of children.
Dogs are not people. They do not think like people or react like people. They are dogs. Understand your dog, before you judge your dog, or anyone else’s dog.
My rescue pup was given up by her first adopters for biting a kid. They didn’t understand her, because they had a big family and a bunch of dogs and they didn’t have time to understand her issues. I fell in love with her at first sight. A 22 pound, three-legged dog who was clearly terrified. But instead of cowering, she barked, and snarled and said “If you take me down, I’m taking you down with me!!”
Man. I could respect that. Fearless. A fearless little three legged dog. I had to get to know her. And, after a week, she came home with me.
It was just me and Lisa against the world. I’ve loved her with all my heart, and I worked with a trainer to understand why she behaves aggressively toward strangers. He helped me understand how she thinks, and how I should behave in order to put her at ease.
My dog has behavioral issues. She’s aggressive to strangers. She has separation anxiety. Yes, it can be stressful to deal with. However.
My dog is the brightest part of my life. She saved me from the darkness more times than I can count, simply by loving me. She makes me smile every day. Everyone who has gotten to know her (after the initial scary introduction) has grown to love and respect her fearless spirit and intelligence.
And sometimes, when the world seems so sad I can’t imagine existing for one more day, she looks at me with those big brown eyes and asks me why I’m sad. “Mama, why are you sad when walks, and car rides, and chasing squirrels are so much fun!” She would lay with me in bed for an entire day. Not asking for anything. Just being with me, because she knew I was sad.
The rescue group I adopted Lisa from told me that they weren’t sure they would be able to adopt her out to anyone because of her aggression. They said they felt so lucky that I wanted her, because they loved her and didn’t know how to rehome her.
Lisa brightens every day. She hops up to me in bed in the morning and looks me in the eyes. She says “Cheer up Mama. Life is simple. Life is about loving your pack, protecting your pack, and enjoying every moment without being concerned one bit for what’s going to happen someday. Because right now we get to go outside and chase kitties! Isn’t that wonderful!”
And sometimes, I think to myself. “Yeah, that is pretty wonderful.”
I had a few questions posed in my Ask box on Tumblr yesterday. This one really struck me, and I wanted to share it here.
I think everyone gets overloaded sometimes. Some people more than others. It can be really tough to deal with, and everyone has their own way.
I don’t feel compelled to do that, myself, but I know that there are a lot of people who do. Which is to say that you definitely are not alone.
It makes me sad that you hurt yourself. I don’t place judgement, believe me. I don’t deal with things well at all, personally.
When I get overly stressed, I tend to have rage issues. I have broken many an inanimate object or sat in my car and screamed. That tends to be what I fall back on. The flip side are the days when I lay in bed and stare at the wall due to mental overload.
Usually after that, I tend to rally and come back around. I kind of think of it as a bit of a reboot. Like my brain gets the spinning wheel of death, so I force quit for a day and the next day I’m good to go.
I’m not sure my ways of “dealing” are any healthier than yours. I do know that when I exercise regularly, drink less alcohol and lean on my good friends, I tend to flip out a LOT less. Almost never, in fact.
It’s hard. It’s hard to be going through something and to feel totally alone. Those are the times that we are the hardest on ourselves. When we break perfectly good makeup mirrors (really, it was super nice. I smashed it on my perfectly nice desk, which then had a big hole in it. *sigh*), or we drink too much, or we hurt ourselves. I think, more than the stress, it’s the feeling that we’re alone that makes us do those things.
So I want you to know that you are not alone. Not at all. We’re all a little bit of a mess, no matter how put together we seem. And there is someone you can turn to. Even if it’s just a stranger on the internet who doesn’t turn here anon ask box off.
So, I hope that maybe you’ll talk to more people about the things going on with you, and that maybe you’ll feel less alone. And I hope that maybe I helped a little.
My computer has died. Well, most likely the hard drive crashed. The hard drive I replaced last summer.
The good news is, I’m handling it much better than last time. Last time I cried in the Apple store. Two days in a row. In front of two, different, cute genius bar dudes. And not little tears in the eyes, or silent weeping. It was, like, face crumpled, red nose, heaving, sloppy, snotty, UGLY CRYING.
Of course, back then, the contents of my computer felt like my literal entire life. Now, that’s not so much true. Plus, I learned my lesson about backing shit up. Though I’ve probably lost most of my music, I rarely listen to a lot of it anyway. The good stuff I buy on CD…as a backup. Or ITunes, but something in me just really likes having CDs. I don’t know what it is.
I tend to hoard them in little hidey places. One of my ex-boyfriends opened up my glove box to find 10 CDs scrunched in it and nearly had a heart attack. My car has a CD player, ok? Sometimes I use it, OK?!
In a really odd turn of events, I spontaneously bought a Lisa Frank spiral notebook out of nostalgia today, so I guess that’s what I’ll be writing on for the next however long it takes to figure out if it’s worth fixing the puter or getting a new one.
That’s going to be…interesting. Do I even remember how to hand write? I had to sign my name to something the other day and hesitated for a second like I couldn’t remember how. I sign things like…never.
In other news, my fucking thumbs are exhausted from writing this blog on my phone.
Jeebus. If it weren’t for my wifi enabled smart phone and Kindle Fire I would definitely be ugly crying right now.