I didn’t know much about the Girl Scouts before all the recent controversy. I bought cookies, and that’s pretty much it. (Mostly Thin Mints, for those of you who are curious.) Then comes all this controversy: first that rotten little bigot that wanted to instigate a boycott because the GS embrace transgender members, Indiana State Rep. Bob Morris accusing the Girl Scouts of promoting abortion and homosexuality, that they distribute pro-abortion sex pamphlets, and now this nonsense from the Cat’lics. So much nonsense and bullshit.

Well, I’ve learned a lot about the Girl Scouts ever since the screeching started. I’ve learned that they’re inclusive, open-minded, and philanthropic. I’ve learned that they really do a lot of good for their members and their communities.

Thank you, lunatics and bigots. I never would have bothered to research the Girl Scouts if you hadn’t bleated out your histrionics. I look forward to becoming a volunteer when I sign Lilith up to join the Daisies.

This got me thinking. There are so many different types of fear. What I felt when Lilith was in utero and tested positive (false postive, thank the heavens) for a very serious genetic condition... what I felt when Ted was hospitalized with chest pains... what I felt when I was covered in chum in shark-infested waters with only one flipper... all very different terrors.

What scares you?

I was thinking about Mexico this evening, which meandered into thinking about Guanajuato. This leads me to tonight’s question:

What is the most horrific story that you’ve ever read? Something that really stuck with you. A story that is still wedged deep in your subconscious that still burbles up nightmares on occasion.

One of mine: the Next in Line by Ray Bradbury.

Randomness:
I dunno. I sorta loved John Carter. It wasn't a flawless interpretation of A Princess of Mars, but it was hella fun anyway. I laughed a great deal more than I expected to, which was nice. I cried a little, too, but I *always* cry during movies.

Also, Caesar and Marc Antony! WHAT. I totally need to rewatch Rome now.

If I see one more reviewer say that John Carter is derivative of Star Wars or Avatar or Indiana Jones or whatfuckingever, I'm going to find a way to fly out to each of them and beat them solidly about the ears with every single book in the Barsoom series.

Today, I…

… deadlifted 95lbs.
… did many work-type things at work.
… watched the Woman in Black. (Thank you for the date night, Sue & Del!)


HOLY JESUS, I loved it. PLEASE let this be the advent of Hammer Renaissance.

I have had the jibblies twice since I got home: once from a thumpy-creaky noise, and once from walking into a dark room. I haven’t had post-movie jibblies since the Orphanage.

"I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love it. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter–as I did!"

Happy birthday, Dickens.

Was reminded of this today -- oddly, by an article in Mother Jones. I sure do love it, especially Revelation (natch).

Today I…
… played Rapunzel with my daughter. She calls me Mother Goblin, and makes me climb stretched out t-shirts in order to get onto the couch.
… did a shitload in the garden, including transplanting the tulsi and fertilizing pretty much everything.
… put a crapload of brahmi amla oil in my hair to try to repair eleven years of dreadlock damage.
… wrote two whopping sentences of my short story.
… still didn’t finish answering emails.
… got nowhere cleaning the still room.
… attempted to archive more Lilith Stories onto my blog.

The demoness is in bed, and Teddy is home from work, taking a Dad Nap on the couch. I’m heading up to the bath while the house is quiet.

Let’s see what I can get done tonight. Idle hands, and all that.

Have any of you gardenin' types had any luck controlling spider mites with these suckas? I'm thinking about picking some up for my mite problem (they're already gathering on my jasmine), and getting some of the beneficial nematodes and lacewings, too, while I'm at it. Fun fact: lacewings have been my favorite insect since I was Lilith’s age.

Aaaaaaaaand then a friend shared this on my FB wall.





My mood just did a complete 180. I could not stop laughing.


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