My rant - aside from the fact that it is midnight and I am nowhere near sleep - is my new “label” of PTSD. The doc says I need to see a psychologist and that none of my other current mental health professionals have the expertise to help with that (well derr maybe if I had appropriate help before now I wouldn’t have bloody ptsd or maybe I would have I don’t bloody know). Doc did a mental health plan and said that I was eligible for 6 Medicare (Aussie version) funded visits and to call her up to make an appointment. I actually got hopeful for a moment there. No go. She doesn’t do the Medicare thing and visits are paid up front. Bugger. I feel that I did a wrong thing and I am being punished over and over and over. And I’m becoming an arsehole who cannot control my temper and I’m getting worried that I might hurt someone and everyone just laughs at me.
Thank god for the bunny and kitties otherwise I would have topped myself long before now. I’m gunna go sit with the bunny for a bit and let her lick me better for a while.
If I can find my size in a long they’re just long enough for me. And then I can never put them in the dryer or else they’d be too short.
I’ve run into the previously mentioned black jeans issue too. The blue ones are fine, the black ones I can’t get up past my thighs. I wonder if it’s something in the dye process that makes them tighter?
{{madrabbitwoman}}
Sometimes writing can be a fucking thankless task. I’m not a professional or anything. I’m a dilettante, at best, frankly. But still, it’s something I enjoy, and though I say so myself I’m not bad at it. For the last three months or so I’ve been working on this story. It’s fan-fiction, so I never had any hope of financial reward or anything like that. I was doing it solely because I love the franchise I was writing about, and wanted to amuse a few of my fellow fans. So anyway, I turn out this story, which is nearly 20,000 words long. I put it up on the (extremely busy) fan site, eager to see what people think of it, aaaaaand…
Fuck all.
Absolutely nothing. Shitloads of views, not a single response. Talk about a bad return on my investment. Meanwhile, there’s stuff on there with 30, 40, 50 responses, and at least half of it is absolute garbage. Turgid, tedious, purple, nonsensical tripe that makes Amanda McKittrick Ross look like fucking Marcel Proust! But it’s written by long-time members with about fifty bajillion posts under their belt, so everyone gushes over it and says it’s wonderful. I, on the other hand, am a relative newcomer with only a hundred or so posts so no-one gives a shit. I’m not saying I’m a great, or even a good writer. I’d say I’m competent, but I wouldn’t go farther than that, and I’m very critical of my own work. But Jesus Christ, I can write better than them. And I know the apathy I’m being shown isn’t because the story is bad, because if it was there’s at least a couple of guys on that forum who would have told me so. If I’d known the whole exercise would turn out to be a fucking popularity contest I’d never have bothered.
My sweetheart black skinnies from Old Navy are the opposite. If I want blue ones (which I don’t) I have to go up a size or two.
(I’ve decided that since all I wore in high school were black jeans that I can do that now.)
I have the opposite problem. Every pair of petite jeans I have ever owned is too long. Just a couple of inches, but if I’m barefoot I keep walking over the back hem.
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{{{madrabbitwoman}}}**
I had a blackhead inside my ear once. Fortunately at the time I had a boyfriend who was willing to get a pair of tweezers and get it out for me. That. Hurt.
It’s the same deal on the Dope (and probably everywhere); a newbie says something and it’s ignored, then an old-timer says the same thing, and everyone gets all excited about it. It’s frustrating as hell.
The new $100 bill looks like utter ass. Here - see for yourself.
Close up:
Franklin’s face is green and his coat is blue. What the hell. Plus there’s a big stupid generic quill pen - because it’s not like Franklin was an inventor or anything, with designs of his own. Finally - it’s got the Declaration on it.
FRANKLIN DIDN’T WRITE THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE, MORONS.
Yes, yes, he was on the committee - but we all know who really wrote it and he’s on the $2 bill (and also the nickel. Do not get me started on the crap engraving on the new nickels. Check it - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:2006_Nickel_Proof_Obv.png
His hair is a homage to Dumb & Dumber.. GAH!)
Oh, back to Franklin, he published all sorts of books and essays and you know, whole freaking newspapers but they couldn’t find a single quote of his own, apparently. He invented a stove, you know. AND they’ve smacked a big blue magnetic strip down the middle. They’re not even trying to be classy about it. And check out the reverse -
http://www.newmoney.gov/uploadedImages/newmoney100/usc_currency/100_NYI_back_Web.jpg
They clearly just used whiteout to paint a big mask and cut & pasted the Monopoly font on to it. Really, they’re not even fucking trying, are they? Fuckers.
Maybe they’re trying to make it so ugly no one will want to counterfeit it?
You’re right on about the Declaration, though. There’s no excuse for that mistake.
Why do I bother having friends if they just leave me out of everything.
I’m so bummed I can’t even bother to put a question mark on the end of that sentence.
Yeah, like everyone involved in this $100 bill design is too stupid to know what Franklin did and didn’t do. I’m willing to bet one Franklin that the designers did what they did on purpose, not by accident or by mistake (not sure how one proves that one way or the other, since I don’t expect money designers are encouraged to talk about their process).
I don’t really care if it’s ugly, it’s fungible money not something I’m going to frame for its aesthetic values. So if you have any that you really don’t want due to the ugliness, feel free to send them my way.
Roddy
My ire is not in any way assuaged by the thought that they are doing this on purpose.
I hate it when people make mountains out of molehills. Especially when I do it myself.
Time for new friends?
… Are you OK, hon?
You guys have truly ugly, boring money - that’s just the way it is. Trying to add some colour to it is just making it uglier. Now, this is pretty money (and it’s practical, too - you can tell what denomination a bill is at a glance). 
And because I haven’t posted pictures of my cat yet this month, here she is chasing the laser pointer. 
Looks like a pretty evil red dot that must be destroyed, Cat Whisperer!
For gods’ sake if you’re putting a photo illustration out on the Internet, take a second to maybe actually kinda look at it and make sure it shows what you’re trying to show. It does no good to take a photo of you holding something up to the camera while focusing on something seven miles away. (Photo subject: A mountain with a large white blur in front of it; photo caption: “The finished circuitry”)
How can this be a constant, constant issue? And yet it is.
Word.
No wonder she’s Pitting it!
Another sign the everyone inside the beltway is clueless:
The nice folk at the state’s Unemployment department sent me a note that because the economy is doing SO well, your benefits, that ran out in September of LAST YEAR, will be extended for Oct 12–>end of year. Wonder how many of us are preparing freezer ice after 13 months of zero income?
Note that the only reason that the rate in this city is JUST under 20% is everybody moved—vacancy rate is 30%. Yup, things are getting GREAT.
Bunnies are awesome. Maybe you can find a psychologist who does do the medicare thing? The APS has a ‘Find a Psychologist’ feature on their website that allows you to specify this (http://psychology.org.au/FindaPsychologist/Default.aspx?ID=1204).
There’s a search engine on the beyondblue website too, but it doesn’t specify re: Medicare so you would have to call them.