These are photos of three people with nothing to fear.
We knew this was coming, and we didn’t care. Not really.
Since 2011, cancer and death were our constant companions, but we didn’t pay them any mind, didn’t give them any more space than they absolutely required, and in turn, they were as gracious as two assholes can possibly be.
But now our armistice has come to an end.
All cancer is terrible but brain cancer is particularly heinous. It kills you a thousand different times, with a thousand different indignities. It deserves an SVU spinoff, and I am its Olivia Benson. I want to make it pay.
Aaron weathered each of these assaults with grace. When seizures meant he’d never drive again. When the tumor shut down his left arm and made it impossible for him to hold our son on his own. When treatment meant he needed to sleep 18-20 hours a day instead of coming to swimming lessons or even the grocery store, the basic functions of life that we take for granted or are even annoyed by.
Because of his grace, we were able to spend the past three years not just being alive, but living. We still went to work and paid our bills. We raised our son and cooked dinner (okay, we ordered in). We worked on our house and watched a ton of movies. We traveled, we went to shows (so many shows). We had a child and lost a child and buried my father, together.
Looking through photos from the past few years gives me the same butterflies I had when Aaron and I were falling in love. He was so electrically alive that he sparked a new fire inside of me, lifted the veil of ennui I’d been under and made me, at my core, a happier person.
As he was dying, my father said to my sister and me “we never really leave one another,” and I know he was not bullshitting us just to make us feel better. He is in my bones and all around me.
Aaron has one foot in another world. He is flying through space on a Methadone Ship, but he drops in from time to time, opens his wild eyes to say hello or continue a conversation that’s been happening in his head.
I’ll always be with you. He says.
Unless you’re peeing. That’s gross. Also, please start shutting the door when you pee. I mean it. No more peeing with the door half open it’s fucking disgusting.
Okay. I promise.
In these brief moments of clarity he also tells me that it’s going to be okay. It’s a familiar refrain, one that he’s been saying since October 31, 2011. He never changed his tune, even when there was another brain tumor, another surgery, another schedule of chemo and radiation and uncertainty.
Every time he says it, I believe him.
So far, he’s always been right.
Your twitter user?
Warsan Shire (via thecircuitousroute)
I do have a tendency to fall for someone too quickly, and then scare them with the intensity of the emotion.
I THINK I CAN IMAGINE THAT PRETTY WELL THANKS J'ONN
Batman getting thrown under the bus by every single member of the Justice League
no wonder he secretly plotted ways to kill them all ‘if they went bad’
Even Luthor knew.
So many flavors, so little time.
Worse of all, no one to share that time with.
Too late for me! Save yourselves!
Assassin’s Creed Unity
"Liberte" from animating women cos it be too hard.
El miedo de los papás homofóbicos. #plop
The kid is talking with an English accent too.
(via Schlock Mercenary)
These actually made me go “aaarrggghhh” (via 3D printed Goatse ear-plugs – Boing Boing)
The most shocking revelation of the evening concerned cinnamon, which, in the United States, whether natural or artificial, is likely not to be cinnamon at all, scientifically speaking. “True” cinnamon flavour comes from the bark of the Cinnamomum verum tree, but the FDA has determined that the bark of the cassia tree, another member of the Cinnamomum genus, can also be sold as cinnamon.
So the Cinnamon Challenge has to be renamed to the Fake Cinnamon Challenge.
I wrote this review on the Android Market, but the service mangles all formatting so comments end up looking like crap.
I’m sorry to say that the interface changes implemented for 3.00 changed the app for the worse, just by removing two key pieces of functionality:
- “Go to top” option.
- “Pull to Tweet.”
Between those two, your actions will be that much slower. Gone is the ability to begin a tweet, pull up to review your timeline, then pull down again to finish it. Looking through old tweets and want to get back to the top? Too bad, you’ll have to flick through all those tweets in between.
Interface now has a “Home” screen, allowing access to search, favorites, trends, lists and “columns”, headers for which are always displayed. From here you may setup which columns you want to see on the interface, and in which order. Sadly, the “home” screen itself cannot be removed. In previous versions the “home” column was the timeline, but apparently users cannot figure that out. This all makes for additional wasted screen space.
This new version feels, all in all, made by developers who firmly believe their users are idiots who need to be hand-held to use the app. You are better off staying with the last version of Plume 2.x, at least until that basic functionality is re-implemented.
It looks to me that in their rush to make the app compatible with Android 4.0, the developers threw aside some of the things that made their app unique. These things had been there since the first versions of the app, so it makes you wonder if the Google UI guidelines were written with an “all our users are idiots” mentality.
These changes to the app made a lot of the things that were understood implicitly about functionality to be displayed explicitly. Attempting a better User Interface made for a poorer User Experience.
When it comes down to it, another case of the UserFriendly Police beating down a good app.
(via En mis tiempos)
These guys hid away their bike rack as if it were a badge of shame.
ya sabes por donde irle llegando…
Si te mandan a la chingada en Cuernavaca, ya hasta la ruta pasa por ahi…
It burrnnssssss (via Freelance Freedom #132)
That children are now being conditioned to allow strangers to shove hands down their pants, that young women are subjected to genital inspections before being allowed to pursue their careers, that innocent people are adopting poses of humiliation and surrender in response to barked commands, is such a great harm to our society that no one with any sense of history could consider reducing the risk of an astronomically remote adverse event to be justification for TSA’s reprehensible actions. There’s just nothing to balance here. The harms are enormous, the benefits are make-believe. Disband the TSA, now.Nat Friedman - TSA debate
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